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.

14. At the Impassible Mountains or Roger Str

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Lady Gem turned back to Roger, still in his Arcastrian costume, as Victoria, her nearly god-like length of clit still pushing out the front of her tights, wrestled a most uncooperative and trussed up Hermione down off her mount. "It will be dark soon. I plan on starting the assault shortly before dawn. What we will face is unknown, though I expect it to be as formidable as Desiree can make it."

Roger found himself clutching the hilt of his sword impulsively. "Who...has Flare?" He barked, barely restrained. He hesitated, then, out of fear of the answer, "Desiree?"

Gem looked up at his fiercely locked eyes. "No, the Drow who live under our goal. We will need to obtain a...guide through their 'underdark'."

Both of them watched as Victoria half dragged the wildly cursing, furiously struggling schoolgirl Mage to the log to tie her down.

"Did Desiree do that?" Roger asked.

Gem nodded. "She was behind it. But someone...something else actually got to her and gave her the Fairy Dust she used on us. It wasn't Desiree. I would have detected her presence. We all would!"

Roger suddenly jumped. "The Fairy...Moonbeam! She was involved with Hermione back in Elfthring...when Victoria was in Desiree's service!"

Gem turned back to him. "Yes, she could have been behind this. But beware, Desiree has many vastly different demons she could utilize. In any case, with us at the foot of the Impassible Mountains, whatever Agent she is using against us must act tonight! Keep your eyes open! And Victoria must get the final information on the amulet from Hermione tonight! She hasn't told us the password protecting the Brisingamen yet!"

Roger then caught Gem's eyes glancing down at his loins, and not for the first time, where his tell-tale bulge in his costume betrayed his ever present Loki Cock. Her eyes widened and he distinctly heard her sigh.

When she abruptly turned and began to step away his eyes dropped to her soaked tights containing those statuesque buns. They were jumping and quivering like a newlywed undergoing her first pawing on her wedding night.

Then it hadn't been his imagination when he saw, first off after she had dismounted, how vividly hard her nipples appeared to be, jutting nearly an inch through Gem's vest!

Just like the other Elves had acted all day yesterday, before he had...

With the impulse of sudden, and rare, masculine insight into the female condition, Roger stepped up behind the Elf and, as gently as he could, seized her by her shoulders.

Gem instantly stopped, going catatonically rigid with his first contact with her. That is, every part of her but her jutting butt.

She continued to pant, apparently unable to stop, when Roger leaned over to her beautifully long and pointed right ear. "Uh, Lady Gem. I could not help noticing that you are...er, still...suffering...plagued by the effects of...of Desiree's...poisons from the battle two nights ago. Um, I believe I have some...talent at removing such toxic effects from Elf. Please do not take offense, but if you would permit me, I would be happy..."

Suddenly, with her full Elven reflexes, she was turned about, her face an animalistic snarl, her hand dropping to her sword hilt. With great determination and sincerity, though not very loudly, she growled back as Roger took a hasty step back, "I am SURE you would be 'happy' to degrade me just like you have done to my troops! How could you even believe...think I would let you...permit you...probably you wanted me to beg you beforehand for your 'wonderful' use of your 'talent'? Before I would let YOU...YOU...YOU...USE me for your disgusting, demeaning MALE ego enhancing pleasures I would sooner submit to Desiree!"

She drew out the first few inches of sword blade for added emphasis, "You touch me again, or even get close to my troops with that thing of yours, and I will make you a mere MAN!" She glanced down at his enlarged bulge, where he had been erecting earlier in, he now ruefully realized, was a most emphatically premature anticipation of getting at Gem's near Flare quality ass. "And a most dead one! Now, keep that...thing put away!" She barked, this time quite loudly.

Sheathing her blade, she abruptly hesitated a count. Glancing needlessly one additional time down at his, quite involuntarily this time, jumping prick bulge, Roger swore she looked at it, for just a moment, with openly and sincere allure. But then, after another forlorn sigh, she turned and strode away.

Flipping her tight, rotund buns blatantly back at a stunned silent Roger.

Just as Gem predicted, by the time a still shaken Roger got back to his place, at the log, it was almost entirely pitch black overhead. Supper was cold mutton, travelbread, and, most importantly, even colder ale.

Some time after supper Roger was lost in thought, trying to figure out how he was going to penetrate the Drow caverns under the Temple, find and then rescue Flare (He left the getting to the Temple and obtaining the Brisingamen to Gem.), when Victoria slipped aside him. Silently she slipped her left hand over his right thigh to grip, surprisingly fiercely, his limp, though still Divinely huge, cock.

"OOOO!" she cooed, sexily, into his ear. "You are so big, even when you are soft, M'Lord! I've been thinking about you..." and she shook his not so limp prick under his robe and between his legs, "...about your divine Organ, all the day long! By the way, I know for a fact that Gem, too, has had your Loki Cock in her mind all this day long."

Most pleasantly distracted from his own rather feeble tactical calculations, Roger looked from her Cock clenching hand to Victoria's sweetly smiling face. His Cock proceeded to spread her gripping fingers far apart as it rapidly and most cooperatively expanded to, and beyond, normal 'operational' size.

His beginning to throb, Elf held meat giving him courage, or suppressing his already male limited critical thinking, Roger pulled his hood back.

"Don't deny me, M'Lord!" Victoria hotly whispered, bringing her pointed nose almost against his own, sending her searing, cinnamon scented breath cascading intoxicatingly over the curves and peaks of his face. "I'll beg! Yes! For your...Divine Power I will grovel before you, if that is what you demand of me!" Her big, almond shaped and anime heroine sized eyes caught his in an unsparing, dewy, glistening bedroom-eyes gaze of pure, delicious young Elven NEED!

At least, it seemed that way to Roger.

It had been a long time since...Flare had last put the make on him like this! Victoria's consummately feminine and Elven seduction was devastating!

Elves, all Elves, were so damn sexy when they came on to you!

He couldn't, no mere Human male could have, resisted the mating emotions, boiling up from the core of his maleness, that her breathy, quiet, sexy, delicious voice seemingly effortlessly compelled upon him!

His prick was jumping now, fully inflated, and her hand could no longer hold it still. With an impulsive near growl of out of control male hormones, he cupped the back of Victoria's head with one hand and pulled her to him, capturing her hot, delicious, alien-female lips to his own.

She moaned into his kiss, oh so softly and subtly, and let him manhandle her head against his for a moment. That moan was, naturally, perfect and Roger's eyes closed in supremely beautiful, 'going back to your first date and sweet-sixteen kiss' bliss, as he tasted her soft, submissive lips.

Then, once he was completely immersed in long ago nights of trying to get a feel of long forgotten teen tit, the Elf thrust her inhumanly long, and muscularly delicious, tongue between his lips. Bravely ignoring his teeth, she brushed aside his own tongue's feeble defense and slid irresistibly through his mouth and down his throat.

Roger's eyes popped open as he barely suppressed the urge to gag as she roamed the back of his throat with outrageous dexterity. Elves knew how to 'French' kiss! This Elf, certainly, knew how to deaden the reflexes of her human victims. Soon Roger's eyes closed back into calmness as all discomfort at having a good eighteen inches of two inch wide muscle massage his throat quietly disappeared.

Soon she could have tongued his stomach and he would have loved it, if he even noticed it!

The kiss was so delicious, so arousing, that he lost all sense of where he was. Victoria was laying it on thick, he would recall later (when his mind returned to him), using all of her evil Elven charms on his piffling male psyche. She was merciless with him.

Mainly because she had to arouse him enough to 'perform' what he had to, to whom he would have to, in order to insure that the mission could be completed...

At least that was what Stryker had told her, not minutes before, when Victoria had tried, and failed, nearly disastrously, to fuck the spell out of Hermione (as ordered by Gem) down by the ubiquitous stream nearby.

Stryker, hell, all of her troops, had been glancing, staring, leering at Victoria's 'appendage' all that afternoon and early evening, ever since she had returned with Lady Gem. The 'Penile Clit' technique, popular as a 'reward' for superior and faithful performance of tasks amongst the Agents and Allies of the Dark Lords, but not unheard of in many Alfheim based Mages, had always been of interest to Elves, especially Guild Elves.

Ever since Lord Loki had...'left'!

Having a foot plus long, wrist thick clit drill you was much more 'satisfying' than using your finger and much less likely than a fist to fuck-crush your mind!

And Victoria's weapon was easily thirteen or even fourteen inches long and clearly more 'expansive' than an Elf's wrist!

It was considered a sign of good fortune to come across such a person on the wide open, lonely plains when on patrol. Such chance meetings with such gifted Mages were most special in Guild Elf secret tradition.

Like your mount and breakfast!

This Guild Elf tradition clearly stated that suchly blessed Mages deserved something better for a bed than the hard, cold ground when they shared a camp with a Guild Elf. As a matter of fact, they deserved a Guild Elf for a mattress, in those circumstances!

Just as the grateful Guild Elf should thank the Mage, and her mount, in the morning.

The Guild Elf way!

Orally!

Besides, Stryker could see that the Wood Elf had her hands full with that former lover, now a most disagreeable brat, Hermione! Maybe she could help? Perhaps she still had 'influence' with the schoolgirl?

Stryker had peered in on the two of them, by the stream, soon after supper had been finished and the troop had paired off for the evening. Stryker's usual partner on this mission had been Hermione so, being partner-less and thinking she might still have influence over her, she went looking for the Human.

Hermione was with Victoria, certainly, near the stream. But clearly not by choice or desire! Hermione's arms were tied over her head, to a tree root, while she laid on her back in thick, cool grass. Other than her vest pulled wide open, completely exposing her magically enhanced, Elf-perfect 'C' cup teen tits, and her schoolgirl skirt thrown up over her heaving, smooth belly, she was still clothed as she had been when she had returned with the Wood Elf and Lady Gem that afternoon.

Victoria was kneeling between the girl's knees, stark naked and very stiffly, breathtakingly so, hung! While substantially taller than the schoolgirl, her not unattractive breasts couldn't come close to matching Hermione's babyfeeders in firm, full mass. But she was an Elf, and Victoria's boobs were perfect cones with seemingly permanently rigid nipples. Her hips, too, were not any wider than the schoolgirl Mage's, but were well equipped with muscle overlaid with smooth, firm flesh. Her buttocks, while not Guild Elf sized, nor, as yet, bare horseback firmed, were certainly still worth running your tongue up and down the crack!

While Stryker was no longer suffering from the maddening arousal and preoccupation with deep belly penetration of Desiree's Beast's demon cum, thanks to Roger's selfless dedication to the Mission, she was alone, without a partner for the night. That was not natural for any Guild Elf in camp.

She stared longingly at Victoria's awesomely proportioned 'Elf sticker', jerking and bobbing impatiently over the still struggling, twisting, thrashing Schoolgirl Mage's smooth, flat belly. It would be certainly sweet, this evening before battle, to be wrapped around such a sex-weapon!

At that moment she envied the protesting girl!

But the girl was protesting! Victoria still hand her hands full with Hermione's kicking, swinging legs, as well as her mouth.

"You think you're gonna break me with THAT? You should know better than that!? It's hardly more than a foot long! And it doesn't glow, does it? It's just a clit! And you should know better! You have served under your Mistress, haven't you? You know what she packs and what she can do with it! Give up! Let me loose and I'll put in a good word for you to Mistress Desiree! She'll remember the good head you gave her in the past..."

"Shut up!" Victoria nearly screamed, struggling with the girl's thrashing legs. But she knew the possessed Human Mage was right! She had spent many years with, no, under, on her knees before, Desiree! She knew from hard, long experience what that Cock she possessed could do to a girl, Elf or otherwise! She had to admit to herself that she had enjoyed...loved...every belly stuffing, throat stretching, cum retching moment of her service.

Until Roger had exorcized her big cock demon, that is! Now the last thing she wanted was to become enslaved to Desiree again! Or to have Hermione suffer a similar fate!

"Stop this!" Victoria barked. "Let me help you! It is her spell telling you to say such things! You have never faced an Organ such as she has! It would split you apart! Just stop fighting me and I'll make it all better!"

"Fuck you!" Hermione barked back. "No, better, I'll watch Mistress Desiree fuck you back into her service! I'll stand there and laugh as you pledge your undying devotion to her Divine Cock and when she tells me to squeeze her balls to impregnate you, you can watch me do it!"

Stryker, thinking it was a good time to step in, did so. The rustle of the bushes as she stepped through startled both struggling females into temporary still silence.

Just inside of the bushes, Stryker stopped. "I...uh, overheard you, Victoria."

Victoria looked first at Stryker, then back at Hermione. "Uh, understand, Stryker. This is no longer Hermione. She's been be-spelled, again, and is only an Agent of Desiree, now."

"I know," the Guild Elf said, quietly. "Lady Gem has told me everything." Then she pulled her vest over her head.

Her broad, pointed tits bounced vividly.

Then she peeled down her tights over those powerful thighs and Elf-wide hips.

Naked, she slowly stepped up to the wide eyed Victoria. "I...am alone, tonight! For Guild Elves before battle...that is not good. Could I ask you a...favor?"

Victoria was temporarily taken aback. "Favor?!" She looked down at the again smirking Hermione. "But I have this to do...Gem, Lady Gem, said she had to be able to translate the last of the Amulet by this morning..."

Stryker suddenly quivered, most impressively in her nakedness. Her eyes most uncharacteristically moistened as she bit her lower lip and her hands went to fists alongside her. "But...Victoria...I...I...NEED!" she nearly wept.

Seeing the Elf's eyes locked on her huge clit, Victoria nodded. "I understand, Stryker, and I want to help! But my hands are full with Hermione! What about letting Roger...you know...?"

Stryker nodded in turn. "Lady Gem has given orders that he touch no one tonight. She will kill him, after cutting off his-Lord Loki's Cock, if he does! I believe her!"

Victoria thought a moment, then looked up at the clear, star-lit sky overhead. "It will be a long night, Stryker. You help me with what I need to do, now, with Hermione, and...I'll fuck your brains out afterwards! Deal?"

With an almost childlike smile of relief breaking out upon the naked Guild Elf's face, Stryker dropped to her knees alongside the now no longer smirking Hermione.

"Take her legs. Put them up. I have to reach in deep!" Victoria told the Elf, who readily grabbed Hermione's ankles.

The Schoolgirl Mage tugged furiously on her bonds as Stryker, effortlessly, hauled her legs up over her until her toes were touching the ground...alongside her ears! "Now, wait a minute!" Hermione cried, looking rapidly between the two Elves now dominating her. "You can't...You're...its too big! I'm not an Elf!"

Victoria smiled mirthlessly. "Oh, maybe on Earth you would have a problem with just over thirteen inches of wrist thick clit in that cute, wet, little pussy of yours, Bitch! But this is Lokin, and its not just Elves that can stretch a little when the situation demands it! Now, I'll be as easy as I can, but that spell is way up you, behind your navel, so I'm going deep! Get ready!" Then, bracing herself on one hand, she used her other to press her blunt, rounded clit-tip against Hermione's pussy.

"No!" Hermione gasped as the tip probed.

Victoria lost her grin. "Would you believe it?" she said to Stryker. "The little...she's dry! After all the horniness of the past two days and she's not wet!"

Hermione's grin returned. "I told you so! I'm not the least interested in your puny little prick, Victoria! There's only one real Cock I'll get wet for! And you're going to get wet for it, too, before this is over! Now, let me go!"

Stryker looked over at Victoria. "Why don't you let me have a go at her? I've had some...experience with her over the past couple days on this trip! Maybe I have the right equipment to get her 'started'?" Then the Elf opened her mouth and a nearly wrist thick, deep crimson and dripping wet serpentine tongue slid slimily out to wet Stryker's navel nearly two feet below!

Victoria gawked silently at the Elven display, impressed into silence by Stryker's obviously superior 'equipment'. Both Elves clearly heard Hermione's gasp as the lingus swung powerfully upwards until the tip was wrapped around Stryker's ear tip.

Returning her tongue with a whip-like crack into her mouth, Stryker smiled coyly. "I think I can get her primed, willing or not!" Then she looked down at a very worried Schoolgirl tired to a tree, "And I already know all her 'spots'!"

"I'll hold her legs!" Victoria quickly said, just as quickly clamoring from behind Hermione's upturned ass.

Hermione tossed her head back and forth quickly, near terror registering on her face. "No! I won't give in! Only Desiree makes me cum! Only Desiree I love and serve! Just like you two will when its your turn to bend over for her!"

"Oh, shut up!" Victoria said, taking the girl's legs from Stryker.

"She will!" Stryker added as she settled upon her stomach behind Hermione's offered up ass. She peeled apart the virginal tight labia of the bald pussy, then extended her tongue.

"NOOOOooooooo!" Hermione started as soon as the tongue tip stroked up from her puss hole to her clit. Then, in a blur, the tongue tip began flicking back and forth right over her clit.

"OOOOOOOEEEEEEEE! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" squealed the girl.

"That wasn't Desiree's name I heard, was it?" Victoria smirked.

"Shut up!" Hermione breathlessly gasped. She was staring down at Stryker's forehead, almost as if she were expecting something...

"EEE! Don't you DARE!" she nearly screamed when she felt 'something' press resolutely into her pussy hole. "Please! Not that!" She shook her fear strained, lovely young Schoolgirl face furiously side to side.

Stryker just winked at the terrified Schoolgirl. Then Hermione's head dropped back as her teeth came together with enamel cracking force. "OOOOOH! NOOOOOOO!" she wailed, most sweetly, and her head began to toss again.

Only this time much more slowly and much more quietly.

Stryker had just drove a good foot of Elf tongue into her girl guts.

Stryker then gripped the girl's nicely widened hips with her powerful hands and then pressed her maw to Hermione's nether mouth. She looked like she was kissing the Schoolgirl's vertical mouth, lips pressed hotly to labia. But it was much more than that!

About two feet more!

Hermione began moaning. Real moaning. About real sensations. Real pleasures.

Desiree was nowhere to be found...heard.

She squirmed like a delicious, sensuous snake, grinding her girl charms against Stryker's slurping, fucking, sex-feeding face.

Victoria's eyes opened wide when she saw...something form in the girl's belly, just below her navel. A bulge! It rose a good couple of inches, then dropped. Then it reappeared.

Somewhere else!

It was Stryker's omnipotent tongue, moving the Schoolgirl's guts around, searching for that special spot...

And, just like that, Stryker found it. With an enthusiastic "Yes!", followed by Hermione's toes clenching most vigorously right before Victoria's eyes, Stryker found, and then mercilessly worked on, Hermione's 'spot'.

With devastating effect for Hermione. Within a minute the Guild Elf had the Human Mage right on the edge of mind shaking orgasm, quivering, jerking, urging her tormentor on...

"Please!" now she literally begged! "Don't stop! Take me!"

Then Stryker stopped!

"I can't get deep enough!" she said, withdrawing her all conquering tongue with the most obscene and noisy sucking pop. "Anyway, I don't have anything that resembles a cock! You do it!"

Now Victoria, moved by seeing Hermione reduced to a cheap tart begging for nasty and degrading sexual relief, nodded quickly and scrambled back into mounting position.

Wiping her chin with, what else, her tongue, Stryker took hold of Hermione's ankles in token of holding her down. But the Schoolgirl Mage was no longer trying to escape. "Quickly, now, before she comes back! Take her!"

Victoria nodded, lining up her huge clit with Hermione's upturned and now most well prepared pussy. With a powerful thrust of her hips, and a brief gasp from the Schoolgirl, the Wood Elf drove her entire length into Human fuck hole.

A nice tube-shaped bulge formed in Hermione's belly right up to her navel.

But not past it.

Victoria began thrusting, in and out, as powerfully as she could. With all her might she drove their hips together, reaching as far into the innocent looking girl as her clit permitted.

But it wasn't quite deep enough.

Hermione moaned sweetly. That little, formerly irritating smile appeared on her no longer tossing face. But the belly convulsing, leg flexing, lung emptying bliss that Victoria was looking for...was not there.

Suddenly, just when she had bottomed out into the Schoolgirl, the Wood Elf was seized by incredibly hot, liquid velvet pleasure as the girl's clasping, milking cuntal walls enclosing her buried clit clamped down! It stopped her thrusts in their tracks, the wicked, wonderful pleasure was so...good! Never had she felt such delightful frictional pleasure in fucking Hermione, or anyone, before!

Victoria abruptly shuddered, holding herself fully buried in the Schoolgirl, trying to reach where the spell was housed. Instinctively she knew that she wasn't reaching it!

But some...thing was there already!

"You are not deep enough!" Stryker gasped as she saw Victoria's eyes close and her mouth open slackly. "Something is wrong, Victoria! Maybe you should pull out..."

"Soooo gooooood!" Victoria moaned, grinding her hips down on Hermione's, her clit completely buried in Schoolgirl belly. "Sooooo goooood!"

Then Stryker saw that Hermione's eyes were open! And colored red, now!

"Victoria! Get off her! Something's wrong..."

"Oh! Something is wrong!" Hermione interrupted, an evil grimace on her young face. But her voice no longer had the sexy soft high pitch of the Schoolgirl. "But, no, Victoria, my Victoria, will not be getting off me again!"

Stryker's jaw dropped. "Desiree?"

Hermione laughed up at the sudden shock on Stryker's face. Then Victoria wailed and collapsed upon Hermione's lush body, her face tucked into the girl's left shoulder, her buttocks flexing and quivering wildly. "Very observant! I will remember that when I meet you in the flesh, and your flesh will become mine! Which will be soon!"

"Let her go!" Stryker cried, seeing the Wood Elf become all the more agitated upon the Schoolgirl. "What are you doing? Who are you?"

Hermione started rotating her stuffed hips up against Victoria's mound. "I'm fucking her, you stupid Guild Elf! In her mind, of course! Don't worry, I'll fuck you for real when we meet!"

Stryker almost screamed when Victoria opened her eyes, only to roll them up into her skull. Her fists pounded futilely on the cool, soft grass alongside Hermione's armpits as her pant picked up to deep, laborious gasps of a long distance runner.

It was all happening in her mind, Victoria kept screaming at herself. That is that little bit of her mind still not under Desiree! Her horribly, wondrously sucked on clit, all thirteen inches of it, was almost out of mind by now. All that mattered was the unstoppable 'dream' filling her consciousness:

Of Desiree atop her, totally arrogant, totally omnipotent, totally hung. Driving a Cock longer than Victoria was tall, driving murderously in and out of her soaking wet, totally wide spread pussy. Her legs were up over her head, her hands filled with Desiree's delicious tits, and her belly was bulging like an anaconda was coiling up inside her to hibernate!

In and out the hysterically laughing Desiree stroked, multiple feet at a time, easily doubling the dimensions of Victoria's belly with each mad, insane thrust. There was nothing that Victoria could do about it. There was nothing she wanted to do about it.

She just wanted it!

She loved Desiree for it!

She would love Mistress Desiree for all time, just to keep her fucking her!

It was sooooo goooood!

"Soooooo goooood!" Victoria gurgled, convulsing upon the nearly motionless Hermione.

"I think she likes being fucked!" Desiree's voice chortled. "But Elves are all sluts, for the right girl, right?"

Stryker frowned. "Victoria! Get off her! You have to get off Hermione!"

"No!" Victoria barked.

At the same time Hermione smirked, "No!"

Stryker acted. With all her might she kicked Victoria on the hip and, after her clit popped out of Hermione's clutching pussy, she went rolling off. She rolled a good three revolutions before she stopped and curled into a ball.

A quivering, shuddering, sweat drenched ball.

But Stryker didn't wait to see what happened to Victoria. Scrambling behind Hermione's ass, she immediately buried her face in the girl's dripping pussy.

For just the briefest of moments the Guild Elf thought, "What if Desiree can get through my tongue like she did Victoria's clit? Would she possess me?" But the hesitation was only momentary, and her sense of duty demanded she stop Hermione. With a hard, though delicious, drive, she buried her lingus into Human twat.

Immediately Hermione arched dramatically upward. She let out with a long, passionate moan, but one which sounded less and less of Desiree and more and more of Hermione as it progressed. Soon only the sweet, high pitched girl voice of the Human Mage could be heard.

But the Elf wasn't taking any chances. Onwards she drove the girl with her inhuman tongue, driving relentlessly the girl's lust and orgasm generating waves of stimulation until she was completely snared in near orgasm. Then Stryker kept the pleading, sweating, squealing girl there, right on the edge of mind dissolving bliss.

At least Desiree couldn't function in a mind near orgasm!

Then Victoria crawled up to her. Still quivering, obviously impassioned, monstrously so, by the experience, she was, at least, back as Victoria and not a slobbering sex monster from Desiree.

Taking precious time to extract her tongue, Stryker hastily asked, "You Ok? What happened?"

Victoria shook her head. Her still huge clit, and still lush buns, were jumping and jerking wildly, calming but slowly. Her nipples looked an inch long. Even her smooth, muscularly flat belly continued to jump. "I...I really can't tell you! Actually it was too personal...I used to be...with Desiree. Long ago..."

It seemed to speak volumes for Victoria, but nothing for Stryker. But she let it pass, seeing that Victoria as coming back. But Stryker did make a mental note to herself to NOT let herself fall into Desiree's clutches!

She pulled her tongue out again. "Look, we cannot handle this! You have got to get Roger to deep dick her! I'll try to cover for you if Gem...Lady Gem finds out! But go, now!"

With a shuddering nod, Victoria staggered off, picking up her clothes.

Roger and Victoria moved through the brush and stepped towards the stream, closely and seemingly permanently entwined. The Wood Elf had a furious grip on his bowsprit, her completely dwarfed hand jerking the jumping pole in a near blur. Tons of shiny strands of man stuff dropped continuously and noisily to the tall, cool grass as they strode.

Roger wasn't allowed to talk. Hardly allowed to breathe! Any and every instant he had to say something was stifled immediately by Victoria's hot, insistent lips against his own.

Not that he minded. He had his right hand filled with the Elf's hot, smooth, firm fistful of babyfeeder, and his left hand was lost, buried in the back of the Wood Elf's tights, nearly swallowed up with Elf asscrack. And with his near whipped off cock pissing precum all down their path, he was most ready to revisit Victoria's deep, clutching Elf butt!

If Gem first didn't find him buried in Victoria's tail!

Then they stopped. For a long, torrid moment they kissed, Elf tongue cleaning Roger's teeth while he pulled and pawed on perfect Elf tit and nipple. Their passion was accompanied by the sounds of sweet moaning coming from a little girl...

Then Roger broke their kiss and, once catching his breath after Victoria hastily removed her tongue from his air passage, looked down at where the sweet moaning was coming from...

Hermione!

Tied to a tree!

And Stryker was hard at work trying to crawl into her belly!

Victoria, quite worked up herself, nuzzled, kissed, and licked his neck and ear as he gawked down on the writhing pair of lesbians. Her non-cock clutching hand dropped to his melon sized eggs between his spread legs and began milking him...hard.

Roger whispered to Victoria, "I think we should go somewhere else, Baby! This place is taken..."

Victoria chuckled at him, the dropped heavily to her knees. Before his wide eyes she first licked her jacking hand clean of his gunk, then proceeded to thoroughly lap down his disgusting cockhead.

Roger moaned, raggedly, when Victoria's velvety tongue not only licked his swollen glans, but wrapped around it. Then she began retracting her tongue, twisting it around his cockhead as if she were twisting his cock in order to start a fire. Roger looked down at Stryker's naked body...ass, and his meat jumped.

She was starting a fire, alright!

"I'm gonna cum if you keep that up!" he warned in a rush.

Victoria kept right on going.

"OOOOO!"

Then Stryker pulled her face and tongue out of Hermione's wide open pussy and turned her sopping wet face to them, "Don't finish him, Victoria!" She scrambled to her feet, leaving Hermione fucking air. Quickly stepping up to the ready to pop Roger, she, too, dropped to her knees and pushed Victoria and her wickedly effective tongue off his prick. "Don't! He has to be fully erect to hit the right spot!"

After an angry glance at Stryker from Victoria, the Wood Elf nodded in reluctant agreement.

Then the two Elves, eyes glowing in holy cocklight, faces beaming in another cock inspired religious experience, leaned forward and started licking his balls!

"Geeeze!" Roger nearly screamed when his precious eggs where instantly hard boiled by a pair of Elven mouths and feet long tongues. "Damn you! If you wanted to fuck, why didn't you just ask! I can hardly stand this!" Then Roger grabbed Stryker by the back of her head and forced her face up to his cockhead.

He watched her lick up a half foot long worm of wadd hanging out his piss slit. Then, with the briefest of tugs from him, she smoothly wrapped her head around his straining prick.

In one awesome gulp!

Now it was Victoria's turn to yelp, "Stop! No fair! If I can't suck him off, you can't, damnable Guild Elf!"

With real reluctance, the stung Stryker pulled off and looked, most crossly, at the equally cross Wood Elf.

Roger suddenly saw that there was about to be a drag out, to the death Elf fight. Over him!

While that stroked his Ego no end, he knew that was the last thing that this mission needed! "Wait!" he gasped, gripping each Elf by an ear, holding them apart. "If you need a little 'attention', then I'll take care of you both!"

He grinned when they both looked up at him. Then Stryker spoke, "I certainly would love to serve under you, M'Lord, this night especially!" Then she glanced at a still unhappy Victoria. "And I know Wood Elves are such sluts that they would bend over backwards to get your divine Cock between their cheeks!"

Victoria growled, dangerously.

Stryker ignored her. "But before us, we have agreed that you must fuck her!" And Stryker pointed at the coming around Hermione.

At that dramatic moment Hermione opened her eyes and made out the two Elves kneeling at her feet. Her irritating smile reappeared.

Then she saw who was standing between them. And what was being clutched so eagerly by the two Elves!

It already looked wetted down. By Elf spit!

Her smirk suddenly died.

Then she saw Roger...smirk!

Victoria finished explaining to Roger, "...so you see, M'Lord? She has to translate the last instructions on the Amulet, yet Desiree's spell prevents it. You are the only...Prick able to reach the spell within her. You must fuck her!"

"I can't fuck her ass! She's...too young...tight...I'll tear her apart!"

"You have already fucked her, M'Lord." Victoria came back.

"Yes, her pussy! But you Elves need it in the ass to remove spells..."

"We're more...flexible, M'Lord! Maybe a Human female just needs her pussy fucked?" Stryker came back, dipping her head under his still pulsing pole.

Roger hissed when red hot, dripping wet Elf tongue began soaking down his babymakers. "But Gem...she was...quite specific...about me...t...t...fucking anyone! Including her!"

Victoria cleaned the hanging cum worms from his cockhead. "Stryker will intercede, if she finds out! You must!"

"OOOOO! Damn!" Roger moaned as Victoria added her tongue to his Elf saliva boiled balls. "You two are very...persuasive!"

Stryker worked her way to his perineum. "I'll lick your ass, M'Lord!" she hummed from nearly between his asscheeks. "Anything to help you..."

And her words died away as her face buried itself into his asscrack!

Roger's knees instantly buckled when that tongue threatened his asshole. As he dropped to the cool, moist grass, ever obedient to Elven tongue, Victoria skillfully pulled his disguise off him. His bobbing prick flicked a good foot of precum onto Hermione's belly as he came to rest behind her upturned ass.

"Don't you dare!" she hissed, eyes flaring, legs kicking.

Roger caught the Schoolgirl's ankles. He looked down at Hermione's diminutive pussy, a rather stupid grin on his face. He saw two pairs of slightly longish, most feminine hands milk his furiously hard prick. Their owners had their faces buried under his ballsack in between his cheeks.

"Sorry, Babe!" he tried to sound sincere. But he could feel Stryker's tongue wetting down his asshole, and Victoria was making testicle soup out of him between his legs! He couldn't control the shit eating grin of finally, again, porking this teenybopper into squealing orgasm! His grin didn't drop one iota, "I'll pull out before I cum, I promise!"

"OOOOH!" Hermione squealed back at him. She was helpless, and it infuriated her! And that...that...stupid...horsecocked...bungling...LUCKY...Bastard...that MAN knew she was! And that infuriated her all the more!

Roger found that he didn't have to do a thing save hold Hermione's ankles and legs up, out of the way. Some Elf hands (he could no longer tell them apart) guided his drooling glans exactly into Hermione's expertly aroused and lubricated puss. With that expert guidance all he had to do was shove...

And Hermione's jaw dropped with a forced gasp of outrageous pleasure as he sank effortlessly into her sweet, tight, hungry belly. "No!" was all she could gasp as his wide crown popped past her completely inadequate girlhood defenses. Then all was left was a pitiful long moan of feminine subjugation as her belly tube most obediently, and enthusiastically Roger thought, spread for his rampaging Loki Cock.

The Schoolgirl's belly swelled readily as he slid home, producing a wide and tall raised tube that betrayed his path to the Schoolgirl's heart.

As he sank in, it didn't help Hermione that Stryker matched that penetration with one of her own. As Roger entered the Schoolgirl, Stryker's tongue entered Roger's bowels. The effect, just as Stryker planned it, was to give both pleasure and generate 'enthusiasm' in his penetration.

It worked to perfection.

At least for Roger!

The alien penetration of his backside certainly did get him moving as he sank into the Schoolgirl. The delicious pleasure of once again bulling apart teen twat combined with the hot, wicked pleasure of finally himself being penetrated by an Elf to force Roger to bury his prodigious meat into the girl in one glorious, Desiree defeating, girl belly swelling plunge.

"OOOOOO! Damn youuuuu..." Hermione moaned in her own voice as Roger smashed into her womb. Her eyes rolled up as her head began to toss.

Roger held still a count, then gasped himself as some Elf gripped his own eggs and pulled them backwards. Roger was in not position to complain as his hips followed his herded balls back about a foot.

As he withdrew Hermione's head tossing stopped and she abruptly raised her head to scream, in Desiree's voice, at Roger's ass smothered Elves, "You bitches think you have won? You think that breaking my spell on this Human bimbo will save you? Just wait! Before tomorrow is out you'll be on your knees, worshipping MY potent testicles and begging for another feeding! Mark my words, Elf bitches! You will submit to my glory and praise my name when issues forth from your bellies my offspring! You just remember what I say here..."

With a growl, Roger abruptly shut her up, driving with all his force back into Hermione's upturned pussy, smashing into her womb.

Hermione howled, in Desiree's voice, as her cervix gave way and her uterus swallowed up Rogers glans.

Gritting his teeth, trying to stay still, Roger held himself, desperately trying not to cum from the incredible grip of the Schoolgirl's womb upon his cockhead. But then Hermione collapsed again under him, her toes curling before his half closed eyes.

And her pussy started up sucking for a baby.

"OOOO!" Roger half gasped and half moaned when his cock, still not moving, abruptly filled with his own testicular 'secret filling'! That girl had one set of vaginal muscles!

He better pull out or he was gonna lose it...

Then the two Elf bitches each took a softball sized Roger ball in their mouths and...

...Bit down!

Hard!

And Roger screeched like a gilded colt and immediately spewed a quart of babystuff into his pinned Baby!

Hermione followed suit, squealing like a High Schooler taking her first quart of red hot wadd down by the swimming hole, convulsing in wild bliss as Roger's monstrous cock pushed her womb up to that spot, just above her navel, where spells resided.

Jet after jet of manstuff, hot and virile, flooded her womb, rushed through her tubes, and flooded her abdominal cavity. Abruptly her cock swollen belly began to resemble a watermelon as jet after jet of Roger's cream found a home below her navel.

Hermione didn't notice, her mind seized with white blinding pleasure. All she could think now was nothing but sensation.

Wonderful sensation.

Hermione wouldn't speak with Desiree's voice again.

With a loud, brief cry Desiree sat up abruptly in bed. Glowing red eyes wide open in shock, sweat poured down her face, between her rock hard nippled tits, down her heaving, naked belly. She stared straight ahead a moment, trying to calm her panting, trying to stop her near orgasmic quivering.

Then she looked down at her/Loki's Cock: Furiously erect, almost into her face in its steely orgasmic rigidity, it was throbbing wildly, as if it was going to cum! It felt ready to cum! As if just one touch of cock or balls would set her off!

Echoing through her half awake mind was the repeating questions: Who was that 'Roger'? What power did he have over her spell casting? In her trance/sleep she could see right through that Human girl's eyes as the Elves tried to subdue her. She could laugh at them as they failed. She could also take them over, if they were all as stupid as Victoria when she shoved her clit into her slave/agent!

But Roger's first thrust, the incredibly wondrous pleasure of that...huge piercing of her/Hermione's belly, had completely disrupted her contact with Hermione. Each subsequent thrust had forced her...driven her farther and farther from the girl and ever higher towards a divinely feminine orgasm she had only felt...when Moira had 'disciplined' her earlier!

And when that divine beast came! The roaring pleasure of his exploding into her/Hermione's belly nearly sucked Desiree into its intoxicating, enslaving vortex! It was all she could do to break the contact before he dominated HER...forced her into uncontrollable, irresistible, mind enslaving orgasm!

Who was this creature? No mere Male, for certain!

Then Jane, who had been sleeping alongside her, in Jane's usual place, woke. As befitted her position, she quickly noticed Desiree's cock, jerking and throbbing powerfully, drooling long, coiled strands of womanfood, impatiently calling out for attention.

Her attention.

Desiree was still gawking wide eyed at her cockhead, pissing tons of colloidal gunk, when her view was abruptly interrupted. By the back of Jane's head!

Then Desiree gasped raggedly as the redhead's hot, well practiced mouth managed to engulf that ready to explode glans in one gulp! Immediately her cock jumped, nearly knocking the human cocksucker's teeth out, then began pulsing rapidly.

"OOOH!" Desiree moaned (more a roar) as she closed her eyes and dropped her head back to the mattress as her ducts popped open and two foot long ropes of demonic wadd spewed from the ex-wife's nostrils.

Jane didn't seem to mind, wrapping her left hand halfway around the massive, pulsing shaft and sending her right down to those grapefruit sized nuts far between Desiree's widening thighs. Before her right hand could reach those highly modified cum makers, however, another dose of mother-making pudding spewed from her nostrils.

When Jane's long, sharp nails finally did sink into the first testicular object they came across between the Mage's now well spread thighs, Desiree gripped the back of Jane's red haired head and pushed, gasping in wicked pleasure as Roger's Ex, choking loudly and obediently, sent Desiree's cockhead popping through her well trained throat and down her gulping and gagging gullet.

Jane swallowed thick, lumpy Mage spunk furiously, trying not to drown in the forceful, seemingly inexhaustible spew.

"Just what I needed, my cocksucker!" Desiree growled, sending more pudding directly down Jane's esophagus. "Service me well!" Then the Mage gripped Jane's much more than a handful right asscheek and closed her eyes in consummate bliss.

Jane's head began to bob, faster and faster, deeper and deeper, and her snorting, choking, desperate gulping and obscene gagging echoed sloppily and rhythmically off the bedroom's stone walls.

Carolyn materialized in Lord Chaos' personal 'play'room, ominously already secured, in a great spread eagle, to his favorite Elf breaking rack. Immediately, even while looking about her for the first, shocked, moment, she knew that Desiree's majik was still present. She was hornier than a young nun under her first barbarian.

Suddenly, wild and wide eyed, she looked about the room frantically again. Only this time she desperately scanned for...

Cock! There, not ten feet away, smirking at her while holding 'Lady' Kia in his merciless impalement, was Lord Chaos.

And, most importantly, his Cock! That...magnificent coal black, arm thick, two foot long shaft carved out of living iron from the beginning of time and intended for...her belly!

"Oh, please fuck me! Someone, anyone, any hole, FUCK ME! PLEASE!"

Was that her?!

Lord Chaos, releasing the Elf so she was entirely held up by the cock she was wrapped around, snorted in confirmation of Carolyn's most horrible, and humiliating, fear: Yes, that was her! "Humans are bigger sluts that Elves, aren't they?" he bellowed in what passed in Dark Lord company for normal conversation.

Then Moira caught the frantic attention of the overheated Carolyn by stepping into view. She spoke to the Dark Lord, basically ignoring the quivering slut tied to the rack, "Now, now, My Lord! It is Desiree's spell that has made her such." She glanced over at the suddenly frowning Dark Lord. "Of course, My Dear! Your presence, too, is a major reason she is so...distracted!"

She quickly stepped up to the panting, sweating Carolyn. "My Dear, would you please tell us who in this room you most want to kneel before and suck semen from?"

Carolyn, eyes wide, quickly looked to Moira, then back at Lord Chaos. With a hoarse, breathless cry she replied, "You! MY LORD, fuck me! I need it so bad! PLEASE!"

Moira turned to her Lord. "You see? The Human can't help it! She's asking for it! How cruel you are to these little people! They cannot think of anything else in your presence!"

"Well, why don't I give them a little reward for their 'good taste', eh?" Lord Chaos grinned, starting to lift the protesting Elf off his towering schlong.

Moira stepped back to Lord Chaos and stopped his lifting of the whimpering Kia by planting her hand atop the Elf's beautiful blond haired head. "My Dear, no! Not yet! When you are through rewarding such mortals as Humans they are never able to tell me anything! Your 'power' is too great for such weak and slavish creatures! Let me talk to her first! I need information, about Desiree, and about other things, first! Then you can enjoy her!"

Lord Chaos stopped a moment, looking from the whimpering, panting Human, then to the equally squirming and whimpering Guild Elf already wrapped around his prick. Then he nodded. "I can wait." He looked at the Elf raised halfway up his upright, iron bar rigid pole, then released her again. With a screech of pleasure/pain she dropped rapidly on his Elf lubricated prick until his stone hard glans smashed against the roof of the Elf's womb. She stayed there, balanced on his upright pole, eyes rolling up out of sight and orgasmic convulsions once again seizing her.

"She can occupy me until you're finished with the Human! Do your work, My Consort!" Then he stepped through the door to his private bedroom with the Elf thrashing before him, held up only by cock against womb.

Carolyn quivered, almost in tears, as the Dark Lord turned and walked out, the squealing Elf happily 'lap' dancing upon his magnificent prick. Then Moira turned towards her.

Carolyn saw 'something' push out the front of Moira's floor length skirt. At once her gaze locked on the bulge with utmost fascination.

Moira wore only the skirt, which had full length slits at the sides, revealing her muscled, yet long and smooth, legs as she stepped up to the panting Carolyn. She was topless and her tits, dwarfing the Human's, even magically enhanced, boobs, were Elven firm and conical. They were easily the size of Carolyn's head.

With a little smirk Moira bent her knees to bring her perfectly conical and flaming red nipples even with Carolyn's rock hard suck pebbles. Slowly she brought just the tips together.

Carolyn raggedly gasped as lightning seemed to surge into her own tit-tips! She stared at Moira with wide, desperate, begging eyes.

"My, My, My Dear!" Moira chuckled, raising up. "You are worked up! Desiree's latest majik must be very effective!" She cupped Carolyn's left udder.

Carolyn moaned like a cheap whore, writhing before the dominate Dark Lord Bitch.

"Heh! Heh!" Moira chuckled. "Human's can't handle Black Magic very well, can they? You don't work in sex enough! Not like Elves and other Immortals! Makes you Human cunts weak, easy to break!"

Carolyn gawked down as Moira's skirt bulged. When the bulge refused to retreat, in fact extended further, the Human looked quickly and desperately back up at the grinning Moira. A twisted, desperate smile crossed Carolyn's sweaty, flushed face.

Moira shook her head. "Oh, Desiree got you good, didn't she? Must be one hell of a spell she designed! It just might work on a Guild Elf well enough to enslave them! Oh, yes! There is much I need from you, Human!"

Then Moira opened the waist of her skirt and let it fall.

"Oh, yessss!" Carolyn cried when she saw the Dark Lord Cock flip up into her face, spraying her with cords of tacky and smelly wadd. "Oh, please, give it to me! Fuck me! I'll suck! I'll swallow! Please! I NEED so bad!" On and on she babbled.

"I know! I know your a cocksucking slut! You're Human, after all!" Moira laughed. "But, right now, I don't need your body. I need your mind, and I need it clear!"

She ran her hand down Carolyn's heaving belly with her long, powerful fingers, almost touching the begging Human's projecting sex mound. She felt the Human's womb and feminine internal structures pulse and jump under her roaming hand.

Carolyn whined and whimpered, like a puppy begging.

"Damn!" Moira finally said after her examination. "That Bitch does have something going here! I have never felt such sex power in a Human's guts. Not even from My Majik!"

"Please! Take me! Use me! FUCK ME!"

"Oh, I am certain you would spread for my meat, wouldn't you? You'd happily squat down on my prick and split yourself wide open, in your state! Wouldn't you?"

Wide eyed, biting down furiously on her lower lip, Carolyn just nodded.

"Well, it is certain that I will get no useful information about Desiree until I take care of that spell! So be it!"

With that Moira closed her eyes a moment and said a quick and silent prayer, then, opening her eyes again, she plunged her huge hand between Carolyn's wide spread thighs. She seized the Human's red and swollen little clit between her thumb and forefinger and...

Twisted.

Carolyn's scream seemed to shatter glass as the room echoed with the full throated wail of outrageous orgasm. Carolyn had never realized sexual bliss could be so...intense. Everything convulsed in her, violently and immediately. Every muscle went tetanic. Her mind whited out so she had no memory of the blissful moment. She would be sore for days afterward, her muscles contracting so powerfully, but she wouldn't remember the cause nor that very moment of mental explosion.

Except that she would have seared into her consciousness that this moment was the most wonderful moment of her life!

And she would do anything...ANYTHING...to get it back!

The Human regained consciousness still hanging in the rack, slumped down in her bindings, gasping for air and dripping with rivulets of sweat. She couldn't seem to calm her desperate panting nor open her eyes for long minutes after she regained consciousness.

When she finally did open her eyes, the first thing she saw was Moira's huge cock jutting up into her face, drooling long coiled strands of cum before her very eyes.

"Feeling better, now?" Moira chuckled, watching Carolyn's eyes fix on the massive glans mere inches from her nose. "Feel like telling me some things about your friends?"

"W...What things? What friends?" the Human replied, managing to tear her view from the bobbing immortal Cock. She had to admit to herself that having a Dark Lord's cock that close to you, in your vision, was a...moving experience. Dark Lord's were notorious for being 'persuasive' with females, Human females at least as much so as Elves!

But the horrible sexy obsession that Desiree's spell had put on her was, at least, gone. If she could just get away from that damned sexy Cock drooling in her face, the odor from her semen was especially distracting...downright arousing, she could at least think straight.

"Now, My Dear, you know what 'friends' I am referring to! Those Elves you have been trying to meet! And your hostess, Queen Thora and her...delightful child, Margarita! Just what have you been up to?" Moira's smile never wavered.

Wait a moment, Carolyn suddenly realized. Why did Moira have an obvious Dark Lord Cock! Then two and two made...She looked down at the straining prick with worried realization.

"Yes, that is right, Human!" Moira replied, seeing the concern on Carolyn's face. "Yes, I thought you might like to meet the last of Lord Dread! Remember Him? Or, perhaps, you remember what you did to him!"

"I am sure that I do not know what you..."

"Please!" Moira barked, stepping forward and pressing her prodigious, slime hanging cockhead right between Carolyn's jutting, magically enhanced boobs. It burned her flesh, a hot, wet, lusciously evil and sexy burn all around her substantially more than a handful tit flesh. "Don't even try to deceive me! You needed to get Queen Thora's trust and respect for your abilities, no doubt for some scheme of yours that now, or in the very near future, will be trashed by Dark Lord Chaos and Desiree, and destroying a Dark Lord would be a very good demonstration of that power. I kept part of him, the most important part, to be sure, as a...memento of the moment. Actually, more for the effectiveness of your attack than for the qualities of Lord Dread!"

Carolyn stared into the glowing red eyes of the Mage, dreading her next, no doubt judgmental, statement.

"Do not fear, Human! I am impressed with your skills! I have no desire to destroy you. On the contrary, I wish to reward you! I want you to join us!"

Carolyn couldn't believe what she heard! She expected that Carolyn would switch sides, just like that! "Do you expect me to betray Queen Thora because you have a Cock?"

"Of course not! I'm not looking for a fuck slave, but a partner! I can always get a Guild Elf to keep my prick warm!" She tilted her head towards the door when the sounds of Kia 'entertaining' Lord Chaos could be clearly, and loudly, heard. "Frankly, between us girls, I need a counterbalance to Desiree. She has been getting a little bit out of hand, lately."

"Her...er, Loki's Cock?" Carolyn replied.

Moira nodded. "I can...manage her, for now. But it will not be long, once Queen Thora and her Guild Elves are defeated, before Desiree could get out of hand. She has powers that are unstable and, even worse, unknown by the Dark Lords. 'Genetic Engineering', indeed! You, too are an outsider and have demonstrated that you have powers that are both potent and unexpected. You are weak, now. That is how Desiree defeated you. But the one thing the Dark Lords have is power! They can tap into the power of the 'Big Bang' itself, as you Humans coined the term. With Our power and your White Magic, you would make an excellent foil for Desiree."

Carolyn shook her head. "But why should I serve you? What would I get from that service?"

Moira smiled slyly, flexing her Cock, making it thump and splat against Carolyn's Human stacked chest. "Why are you here in the first place? For the most important thing in your life! It is not power, nor wealth, is it? Taking the Throne from Thora wouldn't give you the peace you have been craving all these years! It isn't even lesbian love, or lust, from those delightfully magical lesbian Elves! What is driving you to risk being raped by Desiree into merciless, endless sexual slavery?"

As if on cue, Kia's hysterical screams of wanton bliss obtained only by wrapping her delicious, magically flexible body around an inhumanly dimensioned prick of living metal abruptly surged through the doorway, most effectively underlining Moira's last statement.

Carolyn, mind jarred open by what she had just heard, and felt, was now clear headed. Everything, now, was clear to her. She stared open and wet eyed at the towering Mage. "Victor..." she whispered.

"I can give him back to you!" Moira simply said.

Carolyn gasped. "No! You cannot! Desiree cannot! No!"

Moira laughed. "Desiree cannot, but I can! And I will, if you join with me! As an Agent, not a slave! Come to the Dark Side and learn all that Desiree knows, all that I know of what is intrinsic to the Dark Lords! Share in their power! I will allow you to tap into their virtually unlimited power source and, with your White Magic combined with the Dark Side of Black Magic, you could frustrate any moves by Desiree, whether Queen Thora is defeated by her or not! Join me!"

Carolyn panted, trying to slow her heart. Could she be saying the truth? Could she get Victor back? But what if she is lying?

Moira seemed to be reading her mind. "What good would it do me to lie to you now? Why not just rape you or, better yet, turn you over to Lord Chaos, as he, and you originally, wanted? Believe me, Carolyn, that I do need you! Dark Lords are powerful, but they are Men! Men who become nearly useless once they have passed to that time that satisfying their Cocks in precious, young females becomes their most important activity. Now all they are good for is raping the unwilling and ravishing the bimbo! It is I, and the other Dark Lord consorts who maintain Jotunheim. We females must rule here! I started out just as you are now. Now I offer you the chance of gaining what I have, and you won't have to suffer through an arrogant, sweaty, hot male body smothering you constantly at night! What say you?"

Suddenly Carolyn burst out, her eyes filling with tears, "Oh, could you return Victor to me?! Is it possible?"

"Any spell can be reversed, if you have enough power! And power is what the Dark Lords are about! That is how we destroyed Loki! But you need to decide! I know for a fact that a male, a Man, has made a great 'impression' upon Victoria, the Mage Elf that Victor..."

"I know!" Carolyn barked, closing her eyes, not wanting to hear what she already feared...already knew, but refused to admit to herself. Roger. Roger was fucking everyone...

"Then, where did this Man come from? For the life of me I cannot fathom how he can survive amongst Guild Elves this long?"

Carolyn looked back up, fixing her gaze upon Moira's blazing red eyes. As sincerely as she could manage, she lied, "I...I don't know myself. I have been working in Alfheim, on Queen Thora and...'Rita'."

Moira eyes flashed in an inhuman leer. "Yes, I know! Is she as delightful...in bed, as the stories that I have heard?" That monstrous, black-iron cock jumped. Carolyn saw the huge balls underneath roll between Moira's powerful thighs. When the mighty sex-weapon dropped back down to horizontal it belched an ounce of precum out the slit to hang, coiling rapidly, a good foot below the glans. It would eventually slide out the slit to flop on the stone floor below, joining a good dozen other slimy deposits already there. Moira's leer never faded, "I surely would like to tame that little lesbian!"

Watching Moira's awesome display, and analyzing what the meanings signified of what the Mage was saying, Carolyn decided. It really wasn't much of a decision, actually. She was certain the only alternative to her decision was mindless impalement on that drooling, unnatural woman breaker. She realized that getting Victor back just made her decision more...palatable. Taking a deep breath, regretting and dreading every word, she slowly said, "Very well, I will join you! But I must get Victor back! And, yes, Victoria must be..."

"Eliminated?" Moira suggested, literally licking her lips.

Alarmed at Moira's answer, the Human added quickly, "You will not harm Victor? He will be returned to me as...I remembered him?"

"Eventually," Moira replied, her Cock belching tons more gunk in response to what was going through that inhuman mind of hers. "You must accept that I might...play with that Wood Elf before...But there will be no...permanent damage! You will get Victor back, as well as all the other abilities I have promised! Dark Lords, and their Consorts, keep our promises to powerful Mages such as yourself!" Then Moira pointed to her, that is, the former Lord Dread's, Cock as confirmation of Carolyn's power. Even Dark Lords kept their promises when the person promised to can blow their dicks off!

A great equalizer, Carolyn realized!

Then Carolyn nodded. "I will join your Dark Side!" She couldn't help but experience a thrilling wave of feminine power and, yes, lust, along with some healthy dread and caution, with her proclamation.

"And the Human Male?" Moira quickly replied, confirming to Carolyn that the Consort knew she had something to do with Roger, after all.

Carolyn hesitated, realizing that Moira knew of her lie, but was ignoring it for the moment. She realized that Roger was continuing to have a serious impact on the Guild Elves. And Victor/Victoria? Was he fucking Victoria?! Was this having an effect upon Victor? Would that make it more difficult to get back Victor...the Victor she remembered? Would Victor now be gay?

But she decided that none of that would matter, if she didn't get the power Moira offered. And once she was as powerful as Desiree, none of that would matter. After all, she really didn't owe anything to Roger, and, now that her original plan for Thora and her slut daughter was in tatters, he wasn't even important to her. "He's small potatoes," she answered.

Moira just grinned evilly.

Roger stirred a few minutes later, after he had flooded Hermione's guts and crushed her spell center in one of the most intense orgasms he could remember having in Alfheim. He rested on the warm and lusciously soft and smooth girl, still holding her legs up on each side of him by his arms.

Suddenly he looked down at her in alarm, fearful that he had injured her. He had, admittedly, lost all control over himself, what with two Elves bathing his stuffed nuts with boiling hot spit. Not to mention Stryker's (he thought) tongue half buried in his ass! She wasn't a lusciously flexible and cooperative fuck Elf! His cock could have reached her heart at his last orgasmic thrust!

But then he noticed how gently she was breathing, and his fears dissipated.

Relaxing himself, he then noticed how gently her pelvis was rotating around his still impaling cock-spike.

And the sweet, truly innocent smile on her sleeping teenaged face...

His meat, hardly soft, jerked far, far up the girl's belly, making the sleeping babe jump as her belly convulsed, once. Fire abruptly began again in his softball sized nuts, resting on the soft, cool grass behind her upturned thighs and rotund, packed buttcheeks.

Wicked thoughts again coursed through his all too male mind as he gawked, now, down on Hermione's sweet, innocent face...

"Go on! Just start pumping! She's in perfect position!"

"She was asking for it a minute ago! You sure showed her! Did you hear her scream when she went off? She'll scream like that again, just start stroking, nice and deep!"

"Show the little bitch who's boss! She's been teasing you long enough! And send another message to that Desiree that this is what's in store for her!"

Roger was almost...ALMOST about to start thrusting again when he heard moans from behind him. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw the two Elves behind and between his legs, wrestling!

That did it! He had to quiet them down before he could do anything else!. If Gem heard their commotion she'd have his head off.

His most important head!

The one buried in Hermione's womb!

With but a small sigh of resignation and regret he slowly, carefully, started to pull his still substantially erect and swollen meat from Hermione's still sucking, clutching cum filled pussy. It was a long, slow operation, partially because he found himself losing interest in pulling out once her girl charms began sucking on his bone! But Roger had learned discipline since coming to Lokin (At least more discipline than he had right before coming here!) and he managed, regretfully and slowly, to pull out.

Immediately he rolled over upon his back, his still monstrously long slab of girl stabbing meat flopping loudly and wetly upon his sternum. He stared down over it, between his legs, at the two Elves 'wrestling'.

Actually, of course, they really weren't wrestling. If by that one meant a competitive event. The only competition the two Elves were demonstrating was who was going to get on top of who in order to fuck them!

And Stryker was showing no real interest in winning! She was completely on her back, her buff thighs spread and raised wide and high, writhing under Victoria's rather dominating kiss. All the Guild Elf was doing, in terms of resisting, was pulling on the Wood Elf's quite huge and swollen clit. It was obvious to Roger that stroking that jumping, throbbing, good fourteen inch clit-cock wasn't doing much to dissuade Victoria in mounting her!

Victoria's left hand was nearly buried between Stryker's wide open thighs, churning and plunging into what had to be one soaking wet Elf pussy!

But, just then as Roger made out all the details of their 'struggle', Victoria broke the kiss and began, completely unrestrained by anything Stryker was doing, to masterfully mount the whimpering Guild Elf. Between the Guild Elf's legs Victoria even hesitated a moment, grinning down at the whining Stryker, watching the thoroughly obsessed Elf guild the Wood Elf's huge clit into her upturned twat!

Victoria was in no mood for patience, however, and as soon as Stryker even came close to lining up that imposing clit with her desperately wet and open pussy, Victoria thrust mightily. Through Stryker's hands her clit went, plunging into and through the Guild Elf's floppy and wide parted labia, and powerfully into Elf belly.

All Stryker could do then was wail in absolute bliss, throwing her legs up over her and enwrapping Victoria's back with frantic, thankful claws.

Roger saw Victoria wince when Stryker applied her claws down the working back of the Wood Elf, but he saw that she, too, derived much pleasure from the pain of being clawed as the Guild Elf skillfully urged ever more exertion out of her partner by steadily working her claws down Victoria's back till she was clutching full, firm Wood Elf ass.

Just like those Elves did to him!

But Victoria was going now! Driving, thrusting, grinding at the bottom of each belly swelling plunge, she soon took possession of Stryker. Stryker could only claw Wood Elf back, now. Victoria controlled everything else. And that certainly seemed what Stryker wanted at that moment!

Victoria hooked the Guild Elf's legs in her arms, then raised herself up on those arms so as to have an uninhibited path to pound mercilessly into Guild Elf pussy. The slapping of their soaked loins smashing together rhythmically was almost musical as Victoria pounded Stryker into orgasmic jelly under her.

Roger was duly impressed with Victoria's rhythm and power! It was almost like she had done this before! That is, fucked an Elf, a female, as a male, into mindless bliss with a huge phallus!

But his calm, detached observations over the pulsing, huge prick arched over his heaving stomach and sternum were abruptly and rudely interrupted when another figure stepped through the bushes behind the rutting Elves.

It was another Elf.

An Elf that was naked. Totally, uninhibitedly, gloriously naked!

He saw heaving, swollen tits, nice ones, with pebbly hard, vividly pink/red nipples. A deliciously flat, smooth belly and a dark, ovalled navel. Spread thighs who's inside surfaces glistened with copious feminine dew...

She appeared 'ready'...

Another Elf looking for 'holy' cock?! Roger suddenly smirked, eyes staring a nice long moment on the quivering, soaked looking flesh of the Elf's inner thighs as his still erect cock jerked in anticipation of fresh Elf meat.

But then he saw that she wasn't totally naked. She had a belt on. A sword belt...

"You!" the Chihuahua-like bark came across from the only part of the newcomer he hadn't leered at. Roger recognized that voice at once.

Gem!

She stood there a moment, looking from the two Elves continuing to frantically fuck before her, then to the Schoolgirl Mage tied to a tree with legs still up and spread wide, and finally to Roger on his back, naked and still monstrously erect and...wet.

Her eyes widened while they locked for a count on his outrageously endowed organ. Then she switched her view to his no longer smirking face. "You...You...You bastard!" she screeched like an enraged Chihuahua. Her right hand dropped to her sword on her left hip.

Oh shit! Roger told himself, clearly recognizing her action for what it was, seriously threatening, as he hastily scrambled to his feet. "Now Gem...er, Lady...er, its not the way it looks...Victoria seduced me into..."

"MAN!" Gem silenced him with one word. Then, with a most ominous, and conversationally terminating, sound she smoothly, briskly, and most professionally drew her sword. "Just like all Men! Can't keep your..." She quickly glanced down at Roger's now bobbing weapon, then back up to his face. "...Cocks from my troops! Typical of your type, to blame the victim! I suppose you are going to say that Hermione was asking for it?" She stepped forward, raising her sword in one hand while dropping her sword belt with the other.

"You said she had to translate the Amulet before we left!" Roger tried to explain while stepping back, but he feared he sounded too whinny. "Victoria told me..."

Gem glanced down again, watching his stiff cock sway back and forth from his step back, before looking at her feet where Victoria was most effectively fucking Stryker into the soft, cool grass. Both Elves were totally ignoring Gem's presence, Victoria completely occupied with 'occupying' the howling, humping Stryker's belly. "'Victoria told you'! Does this..." and she pointed at the two writhing, howling, fuck possessed Elves, "...look like they are concerned about the Mission! It's your Loki-damned Cock that did this! And look, you raped Hermione! How could you?!"

"It was easy, she's tied to a tree," Roger wanted to say, but he had finally learned not to take naked Guild Elves lightly, especially when they were armed! "It...Its...not what it seems!" he could only blurt out before he stumbled over and fell through another thicket behind him.

He was still trying to rise from his latest elegant and adroit exit to the next empty grassy patch alongside the stream when Gem dramatically leaped over the four foot high thicket and came to subtile rest upon her two shapely feet a mere four feet, at most, from the stumbling, shuffling Man. Her eyes blazed with vengeful fire. Her grin broadcast imminent and final triumph.

And she still had her sword...

Yet, even with his erratic rise to his feet, Roger could see that her lush, perfect buttocks were still jumping spasmically, her quivering thighs quite wet on the inside surfaces, while her rock hard nipples...

Well...

It was clear to him that the beautiful, powerful, and furious Elf was still under the influence of the Desiree's beast's semen.

And she, in spite of her nearly out of control fury, nonetheless couldn't seem to keep herself from repeatedly glancing down at his erect (strangely erect considering he was being threatened by an expert swordswoman...er...Elf), his nearly painfully erect prick that swung back and forth before her with his every movement as he continued to withdraw from her threatening stance. It was only when she did look down at his steely manhood that he saw her murderous fury dissipate in any degree. Once, when she had taken an unusually long glance at his bowsprit, he saw that she had even bit down on her lip, quite obviously in excited distraction. Her gnawing was accompanied with a look that possessed not some small...longing in her gaze at his organ.

But she always returned to her furious scowl once she saw his most uncomforted face.

After three cycles of cock glancing, as he simultaneously stepped back, she fixed his eyes with her own, bringing them both to a sudden halt, and then softly said, "I should have done this long ago! It is disgraceful for Guild Elves to tolerate MEN amongst them! They cannot control themselves around us! This must stop! This will stop!"

She glanced one last time at his divinely glowing organ, then back up at his distinctly not divine face. "Well, I'll be merciful and be quick with you!" Then she took two large (for an Elf) strides, sword at the ready.

"Wait!" Roger squeaked. Then he saw the sword blade flash as it swept through the air, at the height of his neck.

That's when Roger stopped stepping and just threw his head back, bending his back backwards desperately and dramatically. A second later the tip of Gem's sword passed through the air where his throat had been.

Gem was turned around by the momentum of her unexpectedly completed sword stroke, what with her blade not having met any fleshy resistance to stop it. She looked back over her shoulder at Roger in utter surprise, her face silently broadcasting: "How could I have missed? How could I miss a...MAN?!"

Roger was nearly as surprised as Gem. Why did he do that? Why did he know you couldn't outrun a sword stroke, only dodge it?

Then he caught the Elf staring, yet again, at his absolutely rigid and literally throbbing cock! Breathing deeply, eyes wide and fixed on his cockhead, Lady Gem then licked her lips!

Certainly unconsciously, but clearly!

Then Roger, no helping it, instinctually flexed his mighty cock before the Elf's rapt stare. Before Gem's nearly adorational gaze his glans flipped up and, at the apex, belched a multiple ounce volumed load of precum. His off colored, wet, lumpy man-icing poured out the slit as his cock dropped, forming an inch thick rope of coiled protein that descended faster than his cockhead. When his cock settled at the base of its arch the remainder of the precum slid greasily out his slit and the foot long white strand, resembling an albino black snake, flopped noisily to the soft, cool grass.

Then he saw Gem, eyes wide and fixed on his deposit. She must have watched the entire precum dumping process in utter fascination and...

Hunger...

The hunger was all over her face...

For the moment.

But then, the potent, virile demonstration over, she looked back up at Roger's face. And she scowled.

"You Bastard!" she barked, raising her weapon again. "I know how to make you MEN safe around my troops!" She stepped forward, holding her sword at the ready, but lower than her previous assault.

Something told Roger that her target on him was now lower down his physique than his neck!

Roger immediately realized he was going to lose his divinity, and he wouldn't be able to dodge it this time!

Gem had a most determined, and unpleasant, look on her beautiful face. "This time..." she said as she raised her sword arm.

Then, most unexpectently, Roger was moving. Without thinking, certainly without any forethought or planning, he moved...

Forward!

At a dead run!

Gem hardly had time to realized he was charging her before they collided.

Something in his feeble Male brain screamed at him to seize her sword arm above all else. And Roger managed to do that, grab her sword arm's wrist in one hand just before his firm, muscular chest smashed into beautiful Elf face and stacked, soft and smooth Gem chest. But that was the extent of his dexterity at Elf wrestling: The remainder of his assault consisted of simply plowing frontally into the startled Elf, bowling her over.

But it was enough, this time, to effectively stop the Elf's attack. He was, after all, nearly a foot taller and possessed almost half as much mass again as Gem. They went down in a wild, fleshy heap, Gem giving out with a squeak-like cry of shock when Roger landed, not gently, upon her.

Roger managed to plant her sword arm to the ground with his desperation strengthened left arm, then he raised his head up upon both his arms. He quickly noticed how hot, and wet, Gem was under his cock and hips, which were pressing down upon the Elf in the vicinity of her loins.

Certainly his hips, firmly seated atop hers, and his balls and thighs, partially upon and mostly between her own spread legs, quickly let him know that there was a boiling cauldron of flesh, intimate Elven flesh, under and around his own loins.

Lady Gem was one superheated in the loins Elf Babe!

Roger looked down at the still scowling face of the quickly recovering Elf. Thinking that reasoning could still save the situation, Roger tried to look and sound sincere, "Look! I didn't mean any insult or trouble to you but Victoria told me..."

Then he learned that his own thinking was, as usual with Elves, wrong while, simultaneously, being painfully reminded that he had not pinned BOTH of the Elf's arms when Gem nearly broke his jaw with a vicious and completely unseen left cross.

Roger's chin nearly touched his left shoulder before swinging back, he eyes wide in awed shock, and not a little pain.

"Get off me, you...you...MAN!" she screeched as Roger ruefully tried to clear away the stars from his suddenly bleary eyes.

Looking back down at her, working his already sore jaw side to side, he tried to control his temper. "Listen to me, Woman!" he tried to say calmly, which, at that moment, was very difficult for a mere Male. He ineptly tried to grasp her free arm. "I want to help you..."

She tried to jerk her sword hand from under his pinning hand, but he managed to maintain that hold. But, while he was distracted by her right hand, she got away from his right and punished him by three lightning fast, and quite painful, slaps with her left hand right on the same spot on his right chin that she had planted her fist a moment earlier.

Roger was nearly unseated by her blows. He couldn't believe how fast the bitch was! But the pain did have one benefit: It convinced him that reason was not going to work with this Elf, and at the same time be very, and rewardlessly, painful as well!

Finally reacting physically instead of mentally, he managed to clumsily block her fourth try with his forearm, "Damn you!" he roared, his ears ringing and eyes momentarily blurring from the totally unsexy pain.

Damn this Bitch! he screamed silently.

Then, quite autonomically, his right hand hovering over her head clenched into a fiery fist for a count and, in nearly losing his self-control, he momentarily and seriously considered striking back at that lush, furious Elven face under him.

But Gem saw his fist form and she showed that she hadn't, yet, completely lost the ability to reason in this confrontation. Abruptly, but no doubt momentarily, the all too Male threat of reciprocating physical savagery quieted her violence. Males atop you could be...intimidating.

Calming at bit, finally, he told himself that at least she had stopped using her more effective fist.

But why?

Then she began to squirm under him, worming her way up his body.

"Stop, Gem! I don't want to fight...to hurt you!" Roger cried, abruptly fighting a new battle, this on with an Elf's strong, squirming, sliding body. As usual with Roger in physical confrontations with Elves, he wasn't doing very well at stopping her from escaping him by worming under him towards his head.

In sudden triumph at her success at sliding up under the heavy brute, Gem cried back in her new found confidence, "I do, MAN! I wish...I will hack you to little, harmless pieces before dawn!"

He saw her lush tits working up under his face. That body was too firm, too strong, too lusciously smooth and...wet to hold. She was getting away from him!

Then it was his turn to gawk down at her delicious baby feeding charms, shaking and jerking like flesh colored jello under his face as she struggled, successfully it seemed, at crawling out from under him. Abruptly fascinated at their appearance, he couldn't help but be momentarily seized by how furiously hard her nipples were!

Just like his cock! he added silently. But why was his cock so damned hard, right in the middle of battling an Elf sworn to behead, or bedick, him?! Did he find fighting for his life (or cock) sexy?

Certainly this fighting bout with Gem had not been much fun, so far!

Then, again, his thinking betrayed him when her sword hand got away from him! His damned male sweaty palms, and her quivering babyfeeders, let her hand slip through his!

But there was one recompense for she had to leave her sword behind, the hilt was simply too big to pass through his hand! Quickly he grabbed the weapon and tossed it away from them.

"There, now you can't..." he started, looking up at her face as she wormed upwards.

She immediately cracked him across his left cheek with her now empty sword hand!

YOU STUPID SON OF A B... he started with himself, realizing just how brain numbing having a dick was!

But she slapped him, not fisted his chin! Why? She wasn't trying to really hurt him?!

Then he felt his cockhead slip down, right between her working thighs...

Her wide spread, thrashing thighs...

Her wide spread, soaking wet, and furnace hot thighs...

She slapped him again! The crack sounded like all of Alfheim would hear it!

It really hurt, too! Roger admitted to himself while blinking back tears. But the wondrously wet/hot sensation of his cock caught between her wet, rubbing thighs numbed the pain better than ibuprofen.

Then, through his blurred vision, Roger swore he saw Gem smile at his bullish ineptitude at defending himself from her clearly superior Elven reflexes, intelligence, and physical skills.

Even though she was probably right, nonetheless, the smirk did it. Losing it, Roger saw red.

"Damn you!" he growled with murderous sincerity, as if he were talking to his worst enemy and not a sex-pot, spoiled Elf taking feminine advantage of his 'gentlemanness'. With blurry speed, rivaling even Elven reflexes, he powerfully gripped the still smirking Elf by her upper arms and pinned those arms to her sides.

Her smile abruptly dropped into a pain filled wince as his fingers sank into her flesh with anger amplified strength. Suddenly her arms were useless, bound as if by iron by Roger's frantic, angry grip.

Then Roger pulled down on her arms while simultaneously pushing himself up in the opposite direction by his grass digging feet.

And Gem's jaw dropped in fathomless feminine horror. "No!" she gasped.

Roger gasped, too, but from a sudden, blazing hot wet heat that enveloped the tip of his cock! Looking at the wide eyed Gem's anime face, Roger didn't need to look further downward to know why his cockhead was suddenly encompassed in wet, hot velvet...

Elf pussy!

Now Roger smirked, and pulled down even harder on Gem's trapped upper arms.

And more hot, heavenly girl heat engulfed his glans!

"N...No!" Gem gasped, louder this time, as her long unused puss hole began to spread around Roger's threatening prickhead. "No! Damn you! Don't you dare!" her voice raised further in volume, and fear.

Roger's smirk just broadened and he pushed up. With a pop, and a brief but echoing screech, Gem unwillingly accepted his fist sized cockhead.

"Damn you!" now it was Gem's turn to curse. Suddenly sweat had broken out on her forehead, and she was gnawing on her lower lip...continuously. "Don't..." she whined as Roger gathered himself. "No! Don't...not me! Not like this! Please!"

Roger had never had a use for rape...until now! "Fuck you!" He growled, most ungentlemanly, and thrust up, just as hard as he could.

"NOOOOoooooooooh!" Gem went from hysterical scream to long, drawn out, overwhelmed moan as the cock of the monstrous beast atop her slid smoothly home, bulling aside her vainly resisting girl tube walls, dynamically filling up Elf belly, bulging a long, wide tube in Gem's usually flat tummy.

Roger only stopped when he was pressed murderously up against her cervix. Only then did he look down at the Elf, his grin of triumph returned.

She didn't slap him this time. She wouldn't have slapped him, even if her arms were free. Grimacing wildly, teeth sunk into her lower lip, wet eyes screwed shut, she lay under him, quivering with his massive, lengthy presence so far in her. For a long minute they stayed that way, Roger grinning down at her as she helplessly, involuntarily squirmed, trying to adjust to being pierced with Godcock.

"Its been awhile, hasn't it, Gem?" Roger said, as arrogantly as he could. Her ground his nearly swallowed LokiCock mercilessly into her stuffed belly.

"OOOH! No! Grunt! Loki...deep! Ungh! Moan! S...Stop! Fuck! Grunt!" she mindlessly repeated, squirming like a live butterfly pinned to a board.

After a long, male satisfying period of penetrated feminine torture, Roger relented in his grinding and she finally opened her eyes and looked up at him. She started right up where she had left off, "Don't...Don't humiliate me! Not like the others..."

Roger was no longer interested in 'discussion'. "I never tried to humiliate anyone, Gem. I was damned grateful for each...'favor' that your Elves bestowed on me!" Then he frowned. "But not you... You let it be known that you wanted nothing to do with me! Fine! But you took Flare from me...and now she's gone!..."

He then flexed his dick, once, and her belly bulged as his Godcock pushed her girl guts upwards.

And Gem's jaw dropped and her eyes got all wet and saucer shaped, just like in anime.

Roger did it again, making her belly swell even higher.

And Gem whimpered, real loud. She started panting up a storm, losing control of her breathing, talking, her entire body.

When he flexed his bone the third time, Gem broke.

Suddenly, ripping her arms free of his grip, her claws were in his deltoids, clutching him, tearing at him, lifting her perfect tits up to press against his chest. She lifted her head up until her nose was almost touching his chin. Her breath, hot, humid, delicious smelling, bathed his grinning face. "Don't tease me, Roger! Sir Roger! M'Lord! I can't...you can't...you mustn't...I must command...the others...fuck the others...not me...not the Commander! Please! Not me..."

"Not this time, baby!" Roger roared, again seeing red at her pleading for mercy when there had been none from her just moments before. Rearing back about a foot, he slammed home, pushing Gem's womb up into her chest, piercing her very feminine core with male power.

Gem howled in utter delight, her eyes rolling up as she fell back down to the soft grass and her head immediately beginning to toss in mindless bliss. She still tried to talk to him, to talk him out of taking her, but Roger was no longer listening, "Oh! Damn you...not this...PLEASE!...not this!...its so...DEEP! ...Oh...So...So...FUCKING GOOD! Oh Loki-damn you! OOOHHHH! Fuck! ...Grunt! ...Moan!...Wail!...Oink!"

Eyes rolled up, sweaty head tossing back and forth, a clearly stupid smile on her nearly slack face, Roger recognized that he had fucked Gem stupid. Almost effortlessly!

So he kept pumping the rutting Elf Bitch!

Guild Elves were sluts!

Steadily, relentlessly, automatically, the Elf took up Roger's fuck rhythm. Her hips began to push up, meeting his powerful, merciless thrusts into her now willingly wide open belly. Her pussy juice poured out of her stuffed hole, soaking his organ, and his swinging sack of balls. Their rhythm became perfect.

Gem was one fucking lay! Roger cheered himself, admiring her effortless, slick counter-humping. Even after three thousand years of no dick, she still remembered how to inverse ride a God! This bitch fucked even better than Flare!

"That's it, baby!" Roger urged in hot gasps into Gem's long, pointed ear. "You are great! I'll show you what you get for hitting me! Yea, get those legs up! Get them out of my way! Let me get into you real deep, where you like it!...where you need it!"

Immediately the honking Elf Bitch threw her legs up over her head until her toes touched the grass alongside her ears. Then she opened her wet, ecstatic eyes and smiled up at him.

So much like Flare used to do when she served under him.

"Guild Elves are sluts!" Roger thought to himself.

Then Gem released his shoulders and gripped his hair behind his head. With frantic strength she pulled his face down to her hers. They locked in a maximally passionate kiss, both of them closing their eyes in the mutually shared bliss of the moment.

For a long count the only sound was the sucking sounds of their wet bellies coming together and then apart, along with the crack of softball sized, and baseball hard, nuts slapping off upturned, horseback massaged, and Loki designed Guild Elf asscheeks.

Roger gagged as Gem drove her tongue down his throat. But he didn't seem to mind, for he was even deeper into Guild Elf belly!

Gem let him know how effective he was at stuffing her guts, also! Every few strokes she would frantically clutch at his encompassing arms or shoulders and squeal into his mouth as her cock filled belly jumped and convulsed in obvious feminine bliss. She was exploding under him in wanton, willing pleasure as his omnipotent prick smashed repeatedly against her womb. Rape or not, it was obvious that she could no longer resist orgasming for and under him!

Was this place great or what?

And what a pussy Gem had! Tight, slimy, blazing hot and velvety textured, she seemed to be made to suck gallons of spew out of whatever 'god' mounted her! Roger could testify to that as, within an all too few moments of deep, most satisfying, belly stuffing, fuck stroking he was more than ready to unload!

Only then did Roger pull his lips off of Gem's. She looked up at him with a wild eyed, sweaty face, panting up a storm, not missing a single powerful counterstroke in their perfect storm-fuck. "Damn...you're good!" she gasped up at him with a flushed, sweaty smile of feminine gratefulness at finally getting the 'service' she had been needing for so long. "Can't stop...cuming...for you...you...you Bastard!...Don't stop!...you evil Beast!...I'll kill you...if you stop!...don't stop...PLEASE!"

Roger couldn't grin, even from her forced compliments. It wasn't because his ego didn't eat up Gem's gasped, wailed compliments. He was just too congested between his legs! His ass slapping balls were getting downright painful! Had to be blue balls! "I gotta...I'm going to...cum, Elf Baby!" he gasped, grinding his cockhead up against Gem's jumping cervix.

He started to let go, to open his ducts to seed his rutting Elf...

"Don't you dare...don't cum in me!" she howled breathlessly, still gasping in rhythm with his deep plunges within her. "I can't...go back with...your stuff in me...dripping out of me! You...must not...OOOH!...cum...but...keep fucking me!"

Damn greedy Bitch! Roger thought, but he kept up his thrusting, out of gentlemanly habit. One didn't go against the wishes of a delicious fuck-mate humping as perfectly under you as 'Lady' Gem was at that moment!

A gentleman just didn't do that!

Not if he wanted 'seconds'!

But her pussy was so...fucking GOOD at sucking cum out of him! He was losing it...

Sudden male panic at his cock's pre-orgasmic throbs of warning bred the desperation that generated inspiration: Roger abruptly knew what he could/would/must do...

With solution in hand, so to speak, Roger's arrogance returned. "Don't worry, Elf Pussy!" he gasped, on the very edge of spewgasm, as his Gem helplessly and willingly exploded again beneath him, soaking his loins with her spraying juices, gripping his plunging cock with renewed hungry suction. He knew that she could do nothing else while the powerful convulsions of her orgasm seized her. "I won't cum...in you!"

With super-masculine will and dedication he managed to stroke three more times into her, each one as deep and hard as he could.

For her part Gem let out with a full throated Chihuahua bark each time he smashed into her womb, "YIE!...YIE!...YIE!" By the third unsparing drive she was thrashing in total orgasmic bliss, hysterically crying like a Chihuahua just bitten by a Great Dane ("IEY!...IEY!...IEY!..."), jerking and convulsing with all her substance in glorious counter to his obscene and regular impalement of her feminine guts.

Then, unable to withstand her babystuff draining friction, he dramatically pulled out of her clasping, sloppy cunt to the sound of a fist being extracted from thick mud, his monstrous cock fully sixteen inches long and five inches wide by then. Immediately, and still in rhythm, he thrust forward again, this time, though, skillfully planting his slick and heavy cock shaft right upon her offered up, and fully engorged, clit as his cock drove forward. His last thrust ground the entire length of the underside of his cock over her jutting little sexbutton, sending the helpless Guild Elf into yet another series of brutal and blissful orgasmic jerks.

At the end of this last thrust, his precum dribbling cockhead came to rest just two inches short of Gem's chin. Just in time, she opened her bleary, wet and orgasm reddened eyes to see the first foot long white snake of coagulated Rogerpudding spew right into her open mouth.

Roger just closed his eyes as his cock jerked the second time, and another foot long night-crawler of manbutter plugged and covered her little pointed Elf-nose. With each subsequent and reflexive spew, his cock jerking over and over above her chin, the bliss dominated Man proceeded to veil the sputtering, squealing, futilely protesting Guild Elf's face with about an inch of man-icing. Grinding the base of his cock over Gem's totally exposed clit, keeping her in mind numbing, body seizing, electric-shock orgasm, Roger took his time and spewed, jet after colloidal spurt of manchowder, all over Gem's formerly pristine and chaste face.

Her protests slowly quieted as her mouth filled with Roger's eggwhite. Then he heard her swallow, a forced, almost desperate gulp. Taking a moment to open his eyes, he saw that, while her mouth was no longer filled with wadd, she no longer was protesting. Her mouth was open again, and her tongue extended to form a trough guiding his remaining gushes of manpaste into it! She couldn't see a thing, her eye sockets filled to overflowing with piles of semi-coagulated jism resembling swirling whipped 'cream' atop a sundae. The cum was piled so thick over her face he could only see the tip of her nose extending out the sea of wadd that her facial area superior to her mouth had become.

And still he spewed.

Long minutes later he still hovered over the Elf on his knees and hands, having finally finished drenching her. He quietly watched as she dutifully licked her face, and his still huge cock, clean of every worm of his load.

She was very thorough.

Just like Flare had been so long ago in their camp, together.

Such memories suddenly gave Roger another idea...

He still hadn't performed the 'service' that had removed the curse from the other Elves! Certainly, shouldn't he completely remove the semen curse from Gem the same way?

She was finally finishing her lingual cleaning, having cleared her eyes of cum, when she looked up at his (smirking, of course!) face. Huskily, through a cum coated throat, she croaked, "Very well...gulp!...'Sir' Roger! You have...slurp!...had your entertainment for the evening! Lap! Lap! Swallow! You have humiliated me, finally! Now, let me regain my dignity and return to my troop! Belch!"

Roger didn't move. "Not yet, My 'Lady'! There is one more 'indignity' I must perform!"

Gem stopped her tongue cleaning, utter shock and dismay crossing her face. "What do you mean? Haven't you done enough to me?! What are you talking about? You want me to drop to my knees and orally service you in the middle of my camp?!"

Roger thought about it a moment, but decided his original idea was more beneficial to the mission and more...entertaining to him! "Maybe later, Gem Baby..."

Her scowl returned. "'Baby'?! Why you..."

Roger leaned back upon his knees, then grabbed Gem by her hips. She didn't physically protest when he simply rolled her over upon her stomach.

"What? Haven't you done enough to me?" She indignantly complained over her shoulder as she settled upon the grass on her belly. But she didn't try to roll back over or rise.

"No!" Roger smiled, arching over her again, his eyes this time fixed on her magnificent, and virginal, ass. He grabbed his jumping, ever-ready prick in his right hand and, without hesitation or further conversation, planted the glans right into Gem's deep, dark crack.

"No!" she immediately squealed, jumping at his first touch. Unfortunately for her, she had to thrust her heartbreakingly full and firm butt back at him in order to move, which meant that his cockhead, already planted right over her virgin anus, was forced nearly halfway into her before she could stop.

"Don't you dare!" she barked, caught with her hips half raised from the ground, her sphincter almost breached already by cursed MALE organ. "I'll kill you! So help me, Loki! Have you no honor?"

"No, I guess not!" Roger replied, planting his left hand between Gem's shoulderblades, effectively holding her down. Then he began his downward plunge.

"Oh, please, no!" she gasped, but not very loud. Her hips dropped to the ground as Roger pushed on.

Once her hips were firmly planted on the cool, soft grass, there was nothing she could do to escape Roger's anal retribution.

Her bird-like chirp as his fist sized glans popped into her last virgin hole sounded just like Victoria's had when he had broken the Wood Elf in. He hesitated a moment, feeling the wild and incredibly powerful squeezing of Gem's sphincter around his cockshaft as she tried to get used to his presence.

The heat upon his cockhead was incredible! Her butt must be a blazing furnace of repressed Guild Elf sexual desire! He knew he would have to go deep, in order to counter Desiree's spell on the Elf.

It would be hard on Gem. Roger regretted that.

Kinda.

But he knew it was for her own good!

Kinda!

"Okay, baby. This is for your own good!" he mumbled, straddling her thighs.

"No! Don't you dare! You can't...I don't...Guild Elves don't...fuck there...PLEASE not there!"

Roger thrust.

"EEEEEEEEE!" Gem squealed.

Roger moaned after only a couple of inches. Damn was she tight! And hot! It was all he could do not to spew right then and there!

But Roger gathered up his strength, knowing that Gem needed this!

"You Bastard!" Gem screamed as Roger started up again.

Then Roger was driving, sliding, thrusting into the delightful bottomless pit of Guild Elf ass. It was as if she had relaxed everything inside of her anal sphincter. He was meeting no resistance at all, now. Just hot, velvety tube eagerly giving way for dominating MALE power.

And Gem squealed, most delightfully and loudly, during the entire plunge.

To his balls! Suddenly Roger's hips were pressed against Gem's magnificent meaty buns. Every titanic inch of his divine prick was swallowed by her wondrous butt! His balls, big and heavy, rested against her soggy snatch.

Gem squirmed under him, hands tearing at the soft, cool grass, her grimacing face buried in moist green vegetation. Her buns kept flexing, literally milking the base of his asshole swallowed prick.

Was this place great or what?

He flexed his buried meat, and Gem squealed breathlessly, "Oh, don't do that! Oh please!"

Her belly was swollen, like an anaconda after swallowing a pig, and it pushed her buttocks mercilessly up against the piercing pole of her assailant riding her svelte back. "Wait! Please! Let me get used to..."

"I know how to get Elves used to buttfuck!" Roger growled into her ear. He reached around her ribs and (more than) filled his hands with hard nippled Elf boob. Then he simply began to fuck the Elf's phat ass.

"OOOOHHH!" Screamed Gem, tearing at the grass with her hands, toes, and teeth. Her thighs thrashed between Roger's, her hands futilely tried to reach back to dislodge him, but Roger was well mounted. He was upon her back to stay.

He smoothly increased the length and depth of his strokes.

And Gem went nuts under him. Squealing, thrashing, begging, cursing, and then, finally and inevitably, going off under him, she took his magnificent Elf breaker for she had no choice.

She exploded in her first anal orgasm just six deep, fast, hard strokes into her first buttfuck. Roger gasped when her bowels abruptly clamped down on his plunging cock. Fortunately she released him a count later, otherwise she might have ripped his organ out by the roots. But it was a warning to him. That ass would eventually break his cock, divine or not.

But, for the time being, it was Male glory in charge. After that first explosion, her orgasms came rhythmically and routinely, in time with his deep, rhythmic stroking.

Likewise did her cock milking continue, with each and every delicious Elf buttfuck orgasm.

And, as with her pussy, Roger couldn't resist such expert anal cocksucking for long. But he did manage to keep pumping into the Elf long enough to fuck her into an insensible, multi-orgasmic, blank eyed, brain-scrambled lump of delicious, delightful, mindless sex-doll before she ultimately won the sex bout and sent him wildly spewing into her growling guts.

As he finally collapsed upon the still squirming, squealing Elf, her cum filled bowels growling like a platoon of hungry soldiers, Roger was, for once, satisfied with Gem's response to him.

Roger suddenly awoke with something moving beneath him. With a start he realized that 'something' was an Elf! Gem! And he was still on her back!

He tried to quickly to roll off her, but his still ass swallowed cock stopped him. As soon as his movement started to withdraw his lance from the Elf's still clinging bowels, Gem squealed and jerked.

"Oh, Sir Roger!" she gasped. "You are so big! Gently!"

Holding himself half aside and half atop the quivering Elf, Roger nodded, staring wide eyed at the incredible length of arm thick meat still buried between Gem's wide spread and meaty buns. As slowly and carefully as he could, as if he were disarming a nuclear weapon in some spy movie, he pulled out.

Gem still yelped when his fist sized glans finally popped out of her. The 'pop' the withdrawing cockhead made seemed to momentarily drown out the sound of the nearby stream. She then lay, where she had been planted by Roger's furious buttfuck, still and spread eagled on the grass.

Roger, on his right side alongside the gently breathing Elf, couldn't help but gawk at those magnificent buttocks of Gem's, jutting up like smooth loafs of perfectly bulging bread dough, mooning the obviously envious night sky. He felt his still not soft meat jerk in relentless lust for the hole between them.

A hole that now was an oval tunnel some two or three inches wide, spreading those butt loaves as they had never been before.

Thoughtlessly, responding only to crass Male sexual instinct, Roger reached over and patted Gem's nearest asscheek.

She immediately jumped, and squeaked. Then she turned her head and looked at him. She had the same bedroom, 'fuck-puppy' smile as Flare had after their first buttfuck.

Suddenly Roger realized that he was so relieved at seeing that smile! "Uh, Lady Gem...I...er...you...Lady...you alright?" he stammered, unsure of her attitude.

She just closed her eyes demurely and nodded. When she opened them again, they dropped right away to where his cock jutted up between them. Her eyes glowed in holy light.

Nonchalantly she dropped her formerly sword gripping hand to his cockshaft, gripping it tightly. So tightly that another left over worm of wadd began rolling out the slit at the tip.

She looked back up at him, smiled again, then dipped her head. As her head dropped she said simply, "Thank you," then her tongue shot out and deftly caught the hanging worm just before the tip touched the ground.

Roger gasped raggedly when her red hot mouth engulfed his glans in one expert gulp. His legs stiffened when she immediately gave eager suck, hungry and demanding. His cock jumped enough to move her cocksucking head up and down as she closed in to feast on him.

"Please!" Roger gasped, gripping her long, blond hair and gently pulling the cocksucker off him. "Please, there is too much to do now."

She looked up at him. "You want me to blow you in camp? Before my troops? Ok! Lord Loki liked me doing that! I will if that is what you desire! Right on my knees! I'll swallow you! All of you!"

"Are you alright?" Roger came back, cupping one of her perfect boobs. "Is the...curse...gone?"

Gem looked down at the ground a moment, then back up, nodding. "Yes, you did that. And I thanked you for it. I just wanted to...I've been wanting to...since I first saw you...your...His Cock on you..."

"And I want you to! Damn, if you only knew how many times I fantasized about you, on your knees..."

"Worshipping you!" Gem interrupted, eyes wide and wet.

"But we have the mission!" Roger, for once thinking with his brain, insisted. "We have to get that Brisingamen, and rescue Flare! Then..."

"Yes, the Mission!" Gem replied, becoming more her old self. "But, M'Lord, you must promise me something!"

"Certainly."

"Before...the end of the Mission..." she started, then hesitated. "Before...the end, can I blow you?"

Roger gawked at her, speechless for once.

She went on in a rush, like a schoolgirl eager for something from her mother, "Its been so long, just like you said, since I have...sucked...tasted...swallowed cum! Lord Loki used to make me...all of us...do Him all the time...back then. Its been so long! Please! Promise to fuck my throat!"

Roger couldn't resist the shit eating grin that creased his face. His cock jerked wildly at the thought. All he could do was nod.

His nod was enough, apparently, for she calmed down. With remarkable dexterity she jumped to her feet, her ass in Roger's awed face. The oval hole where her buns were spread by Roger's anal adventure was blatantly exposed, but she didn't seem to mind.

Then she looked over her shoulder, catching him gawking at her butt. She smiled. "I'll remember this night every time I mount my steed, I expect. I wish Lord Loki had taken to...'anal intercourse'!"

He looked up. "You mean you enjoyed it?"

She got a momentary far away, dreamy look on her face. "I came like I never have before! It takes some..." and she squirmed her butt a little before him, "...adjustments at first, but I loved it! I know my troops loved it when you 'serviced' them the other night! They told me so! Wellk, anytime you want, Sir Roger, I'm game!"

She stepped off and gathered her sword from where Roger had tossed it.

For just a second Roger held his breath, and began to cautiously rise to his own feet. Just in case...

But then she turned to him with a smile. "I must get some sleep, and so should you. The dawn will be coming too quickly this day, I fear." Then, just before stepping off towards the brush between them and the camp, she hesitated. "Thank you again, for 'helping' me with the curse... I just wish you had...'helped' me sooner. You do know that I was asking for it ever since I returned to camp without Flare?"

Roger closed his eyes, once again being told by a woman that she had been telling him that she really wanted sex with him by acting like she didn't want anything to do with him!

Gem continued to smile. "Well, you already know that Elves, Guild Elves, are 'complicated' Females. I still managed to get what I wanted..." She touched her jutting butt and winced. "...way down deep! I guess everything works out in my end!"

Chuckling at her pun, she stepped through the brush.

Roger just nodded at her departing ass. Yep, Elves are 'fucked up' females, alright!

But, Roger ol' boy, don't look gift pussy ( or tail ) in the mouth!

Then he remembered Victoria and Stryker. And that poor Hermione, still tied to a tree! Maybe Victoria hadn't been 'effective' enough with Stryker? Maybe they needed some good ol' all Loki Cock-medicine, after all? His dick was still up and the sun still down!

He decided a trip back to Hermione (to release her) would be better done through the stream. He was sweaty (Though, he pointed out proudly that most of the sweat was sex induced Elf!), and was literally covered with Gem's pussy juice!

It was not...decorous to fuck an Elf with another Elf's juices still on you!

The stream was cool, not cold, swift, but not such that good footing couldn't be found, and flowed by and off him like quicksilver. As he walked up the bank, dripping wet but refreshed and already thinking again about Elf pussy, he could still hear Victoria and Stryker going at it!

Damn, but Elves were sluts!

He was about to climb the bank, to obtain some pre-orgy entertainment voyeuristically observing Victoria's fucking technique, when he heard something.

Something familiar...

A buzz.

The buzz of gossamer wings beating furiously.

Fairy wings!

Hunching down, then sliding down to the edge of the bank, Roger crept forward along the stream, letting the gurgling brook sounds drown out his own. Within a very few feet he saw it...her!

Peering over a bush, hovering on a blur of wings, was the doll-like Fairy! No more than two foot tall, perfect Barbie doll figure except for one hell of a miniature bubblebutt, golden blond hair...a miniature, floating sex-doll!

Roger's cock jerked at the sight.

Then the beautiful thing settled, planting her feet on two branches of the bush she was behind, and her wings stopped. The branches were a little too far apart, which necessitated she spread her legs entirely too far apart for dignity. But Roger saw that the sweet little thing wasn't interested in dignity, for she used the extra space between her thighs to wantonly rub her, very wet, cunt as she studied what was occurring on the other side of the bush.

Then Roger realized that there was a tree on the other side of the brush! The tree that Hermione was still apparently tied to!

Roger then heard voices, soft, whispered voices. He knew that they couldn't be the two Elves, for they were clearly gagging on each other's tongues at that moment. No, the voices had to be...

Hermione, still tied to the tree! "Get away!" he overheard, clearly coming from the Schoolgirl Mage. "I'm through with you! Don't you come any closer!"

Then the other voice, much more high pitched as befitted a Fairy, "My, My, you are in a pickle, aren't you, my Dear Hermione!"

Roger nodded when he instantly recognized that voice. Moonbeam! The little hovering bitch was back!

Moonbeam's voice dripped with ill intent. "Tee Hee! How did you get in such a predicament, little Hermione? All tied down to a tree, and your two guards are lost in themselves! Oh, and look! Someone was unkind enough to strip you nearly naked! What is to become of a little schoolgirl like you if some big, ugly, mean sex monster should come by?"

Hermione spoke over her head to the out of sight Fairy, "Damn you, Moonbeam! I told you that I am through with you...and Desiree! I am no longer bespelled and I no longer wish to be, by you, Desiree, or anyone else! Now go away before you're found out!"

"Tee Hee! I am not going anywhere! Desiree has everyone here in her sights and I for one certainly wouldn't want to experience what she has in mind for these Elves! If you are smart, you'd spread those dainty thighs of yours for me and let me...reinitiate you into Desiree's service!"

"No! I'd rather suffer the fate of these Elves than join Desiree again. Go away!"

Moonbeam shook her head sadly. "I am really sorry you feel that way! But," and Moonbeam's smile morphed into a fang filled grimace, "I am sure that a few minutes after I get back to that delicious clit of yours, little Schoolgirl, you'll be much more enthusiastic about Desiree's service! Don't you worry, you will love what I'm going to do to you. You did when I did you before! And I certainly feel you have one of the most tasty pussies of any Human I've ever turned! You can thank me after!"

"NOOooo!" Hermione cried, eyes closing in mounting terror, doom encompassing her as she heard Moonbeam's wings start up again.

Moonbeam's long, whiplike tongue swept across her fang filled mouth as her wing speed increased. She was about to lift off the branches when a hand smoothly slipped under her beating wings and gripped her around her tiny waist.

"Wha?" screeched the Fairy when she couldn't lift off. Quickly looking down, she saw the fingers about her waist. Immediately she turned on her attacker, claws up and fang filled mouth open in a dramatic threat display.

Then her eyes opened wide and her mouth softened into an 'OOO' of utter fascination when the glow of Roger's Cock lit up her face. Staring downward at the cockhead nearly in her face, she didn't even bother looking even momentarily up at Roger. "OOOO! M'Lord!" she squealed. Her arms reached out for the throbbing organ, fingers flexing like a little child calling out "gimme! gimme!" "Oh, Sir Roger! I missed you!"

Breaking out in a smile himself, Roger brought the Fairy to his prick. She immediately wrapped herself, her arms, thighs, body, against and around his shaft so his slit at the tip of his glans was just under her chin.

She eagerly wrapped herself around him, squeezing him firmly. Only after she kissed the tip of his glans did she look up at him, her chin resting on the end of him. "Its so nice to find you again, M'Lord!" she smiled. "Will you fuck me?"

Roger gasped, then his dick jumped and about a tablespoon of precum belched out the hole right in-front of her chin and splashed over her face in a great, lumpy mass. Wide eyed, he watched the Fairy's tongue push through the gunk and begin lapping up the mess.

Roger released Moonbeam's waist and cupped her (where else?) under her small but extremely well developed ass. "You haven't changed much, Moonbeam."

She cleared her eyes first, then swallowed the tacky wadd on her tongue before replying. "And you taste just as delicious as before, M'Lord! You taste so much better than Desiree!"

"You've been...with her, too?" he asked, losing his smile.

She didn't slow in her facial cleaning. "Slurp! Of course, M'Lord! I am in her Service. Every kind of service! My Clan is in her debt and I must repay it. She is very insistent that we repay her our debts. Now, enough talk, M'Lord! Fuck me. Please?!"

Roger grabbed her by the waist again and, not without some tugging, managed to pull the Fairy off his drooling meat. Holding her shiny cleaned face even with his own, he took his other hand and forced open her thighs.

It didn't take much force.

Then he ran his fingers between her floppy and soaked labia and firm buttocks, looking and finding her two openings. Then he planted his index finger into her puss hole and his middle finger in her asshole and began double fingerfucking the live doll.

"OOOO! Squeal! Don't...Don't tease...me, Dearest Roger...Sire!...Master!" the Fairy thrashed as he sank his fingers into her to their last knuckles. She clutched his wrist and humped his soaked, rigid digits, a look of supreme pleasure and satisfaction on her adorable countenance. "OOOO! Your C...C...Cock is so much bigger...better for me! Don't deprive me of your...glory! Use me as I should be...as Desiree uses me! Please! I'm begging!"

"Then tell me why you are here!" Roger replied grimly. "Are you here for Desiree? Tell me and I will give you what you need!"

She shook her head frantically, fear crossing her face. "Oh No! Please don't ask me that! Desiree would...do horrible things...to my whole Clan!"

"Are all Fairies 'size queens'?" Roger grimly smirked.

Moonbeam glanced down at Roger's sixteen inches, then back, nodding frantically.

"You still have to tell me what I want to get what you want!" Roger then raised and lowered her rapidly over the three inches of his fingers and both the stuffed holes of the Fairy sucked wetly and noisily on his rigid digits.

Moonbeam lost it, squealing wildly, tearing at her hair as Roger brutally bounced her on his double penetration. For a good three minutes he fingerfucked the shit out of the Elf.

When he finally stopped, Moonbeam leaned on his waist gripping hand, a weak, sweaty smile on her sweet face.

"Tell me, what were you going to do to Hermione?"

Biting her lower lip, she shook her head.

Roger pulled her off his fingers and she yelped as a double pop followed. Then he pressed her down on his glans.

She eagerly spread wide to give him access.

But he just rubbed her soaked loins over his cum covered cockhead, not forcing her down any further, not giving her penetration.

The pouting look of disappointment she gave him when she realized he was just going to tease her nearly broke Roger's heart.

"Tell me what you are here for!"

With a sniffle, she replied, "You know what I am here for! I was going to reacquire Hermione for Desiree! Now fuck me, Please!"

Roger ignored her last plea. "What do you know of Desiree's plans for the Elves tomorrow?"

The Fairy looked down at the ground, refusing to meet his eyes.

"Tell me, and I'll fuck both your hungry little holes!"

"I can't tell you! Desiree will turn my entire Clan into her sex slaves!"

"You can't tell me anything?" Roger replied, recognizing the calamity the Fairy was in.

"Sir Roger, she has told me nothing of her plans. But I have heard, and seen, things. A few..." She hesitated, then looked about her, as if she could see spying eyes in the shadows. "She has taken her army, orcs and things I have never seen before, with her to battle the Guild Elf Queen. All she has left is her...monsters! She has sent them to the Impassible Mountains, along the path the Elves must take to get to the Temple of the Brisingamen. I don't know how many, or where they are located, but she wants the Elves, all of them, captured! She wants Lady Gem personally! She says she has 'plans' for her! Oh, M'Lord, if you could only convince the Elves not to go! It will be horrible up there! All of Desiree's Monsters will be there! They cannot get through them!"

Roger frowned. "What will happen to the Elves...if they are captured?"

Moonbeam's sadness increased on her face. "They are all sex-monsters. They will enslave the Elves with the sex weapons Desiree created them with. I am afraid we will not see the Elves again for a long, long time!"

"But what choice do we have? We must have the Brisingamen, if we are to defeat Desiree! Can you help us...help me?"

The Fairy's eyes opened in shock. "YOU must go tomorrow? I thought...Desiree thinks it is just the Elves! Why do you need to go! Oh! This is horrible!"

"I must go. It is for me that we need the Brisingamen. I must get it!"

Abruptly Moonbeam's attitude stiffened. She looked with surprising and unusual courage straight into Roger's eyes. "Then I will go with you, M'Lord! I...I...I love you! I will protect you tomorrow!"

Roger smiled at her stern countenance. "How?"

"I can guide you. Perhaps I can avoid some of the traps Desiree has planted there. I don't know all of her plans, but I can recognize some traps, surely." Then, suddenly, she looked contrite. "And...And I know the Drow Underdark well."

Roger stiffened. "The 'Underdark'?"

She nodded. "Where the Guild Elf named Flare is kept prisoner." She said 'Flare' with a high pitched, gravelly voice that went for a growl in Fairy language. "I know where she is kept."

Roger looked at her, seeing the sorrow on her face. "You do not like Flare, do you?"

"You...love her. That I can tell just by looking at you when I say her name! I wish you felt for me as you do her! But I can't help that and I can't help but...love you...your Cock! I will help you save your love because of my love for you...your Cock! Just fuck me once and awhile. Ok?"

"You are a far more noble and selfless person than me, Moonbeam! After this is over, can I help free your Clan from Desiree?"

She smiled, but not with hope. "Only by defeating Desiree and her magic. As long as she has Loki's Cock, she can enslave any Fairy. We have a weakness for big cock, you see! If my Clan found you, you'd be up to your ears in horny little pussy! But thank you! We can take care of ourselves! If you lose tomorrow, and Desiree finds out about my betrayal of her, I will be suffering in ways you, M'Lord, could never imagine a Cock could perform upon a Fairy!"

He saw her shudder.

"Well, what should we do?"

Abruptly Moonbeam's attitude improved. "Fuck me, M'Lord! Fuck me all night! Fuck my little brains out!"

Roger's cock jumped, as if it had ears. "Well," Roger said, literally screwing the Fairy down around his cockhead, "maybe I should release Hermione before I get...too...involved in...Fairy Fucking..." Then, to the accompaniment of Moonbeam's shrill squeals, he was into red hot Fairy belly, raising and lowering her in six inch plunges, using the thrashing, squealing little fuck doll like a masturbation sleeve.

Not a word of...protest...came from Moonbeam.

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