Roger woke some hours later, his eyes opening into midnight quality darkness. Why?
It took him a moment before he recognized why: The most delicious and wicked wet heat was engulfing (what else?) his prick!
He stared up at the stars, his eyes instantly wide open from the delicious jolt of ultra-tight, torrid, and wet female tube engulfing him, and finding himself most unexpectantly having to rein in his quite normal masculine urge to spew right then and there. While he managed to control his immediate instincts to impregnate whomever was tormenting his cock with luscious, and most feminine, moist heat, he abruptly noticed that his starry night view was unimpeded.
Where was the expected familiar blond or red haired head of a Guild Elf, her ever luscious face straining and sweating, her perfect pearled teeth sunk into...gnawing on a jutting lower lip in her maximal effort to fully impale herself upon his divinely sized organ?
Then he looked down, towards the towering prick he fully expected now to be monstrously erect. And there was the, blond in this case, feminine head straining, sweating, teeth sunk deeply into her lower lip, hovering only about a foot above where the end of his sex pole should have been.
Hovering?
"Moonbeam!" Roger half moaned into the semi-shadow squirming above his hips. "Again?"
From less than three feet off the ground, the Fairy grinned back at Roger, somewhat sheepishly. She was straddling his cock, her dainty feet standing on his hip bones, her buzzing wings maintaining her hovering balance, 'only' about a half foot of his cock swallowed up in her fantastic and tiny belly. Her voice, as delightfully and erotically high pitched as always, though now sounding distinctly strained, what with what she used for lungs highly compressed by her pushed up abdominal organs, gasped out in spurts,"But...M'Lord...INEEDit!"
He shook his head in disbelief. What is with these supernatural babes! "But we did...already three times...in your face..." he started in reply. But then even his usually determined masculine will gave up when he saw her straining face subtly switch to an expression betraying a downright suicidal determination to impale herself completely yet again upon his obscenely enlarged bone.
He didn't know how long ago it had been, but at the most it had been just a few hours ago that he had thoroughly used the hyper-sexual Fairy. And there really was no...love in it, he was saddened to say. But it sure was fun!
He could remember, most vividly, how he had used her to jack himself off, more than once, before he, and he thought also Moonbeam, was permitted to sleep.
Apparently it hadn't been enough for the Fairy!
He used her like a masturbation sleeve, sliding her soaking wet pussy (and, later, her ass, no less!) up and down his pole in what had to be foot long jacks.
Boy, did she squeal! Like he was killing her, she wailed her ear splitting squeal at the end of each back straightening, chest expanding, belly swelling stroke!
But if he just tried to stop!
Deprived of her insane penile stuffing, her squeals of apparent delight could change to furious frustration, resulting in many and more colorful curses than a dockhand, instantaneously. He thought he was killing her, wrapping that sweet, Barbie doll figure around his arm thick sex column, but she apparently loved it.
Fairies, apparently, were even more 'flexible' than Elves when it came to accommodating and servicing holy dick!
So, he used her.
She literally asked for it!
No, begged for it! (Dare his ego experience that without swelling like a cock stuffed Fairy!)
He had to admit he was impressed when he went off into her the second time, the time he used her butt instead of twat, and his load shot right out her forced open mouth!
Like a Loki-damned comix book! He didn't think you could do that in Lokin...with anybody!
But he hypothesized that stuffing a two foot tall Fairy with sixteen inches of cock kinda shortens the distance between the anus and the mouth! Which partially explained it.
But, crazy or not, it still made a Man feel...special!
Was this place great or what?
Now he watched, more than surprised, as the sweet Moonbeam again strained and squatted, whimpered and moaned, and slowly, relentlessly, wrapped her ridiculously stretched pussy around his meat! Inch after inch disappeared into her squatting hips.
When she reached an even twelve inches, she could force herself down no further. His cock was literally outlined by her body, right up to her tits!
How could she find room for so much meat?!
She moaned dramatically in her oh so sexy high pitched voice, rotating her grotesquely stretched apart hips lewdly around his motionless girl sticker. "M'Lord! Belch! I...can't...help it! I...I...I..."
"I know! You 'NEED it!'"
"Burp! Fuck me, M'Lord! Use me! I...I...I...love you...your cock!"
"I know," he answered, reaching for her, intending to jerkoff into her again, just to shut her up and let him get some sleep!
Then he saw two figures, outlines really, step up behind the squatting Fairy. By the long, pointed ears silhouetted in the starry night sky, he recognized them as Elves.
Victoria and Stryker! Finished with their own sexual contest, apparently.
In spite of her cock stuffed condition, Moonbeam saw them as soon as they stopped. Her brows furrowed as she looked over her shoulders, first right, then left.
"Look here, little One," Victoria said, dropping to her knees along Roger's left leg. Stryker, silently, dropped to the grass outside his right thigh. "You've had enough fun with Sir Roger! We haven't had a taste of him all night, and its almost time we get started...for the mountain!"
Stryker, in turn and silently, simply gripped the straining Fairy around the waist and began pulling her off Roger's drenched pole.
Instantly the Fairy went nuts in her hand, producing her mouthful of vicious looking fangs and taking serious looking nips at Stryker's forearm.
Stryker growled. "You think you're going to keep Sir Roger's Cock all to yourself this night? You are going to share this morning, or I will let you squat upon my fist, up to my elbow, Bitch! What will it be?"
Just as quickly the fangs were gone, as were the wild gyrations of her cock stuffed body. Moonbeam looked at Roger, projecting a sad frown designed to break his heart.
Roger only smiled and nodded gently.
Moonbeam, with a sigh of resignation, nodded back. Then, eyes cast down like a puppy deprived of its toy, did nothing to prevent Stryker from pulling her off Roger's bone.
"There, there, little One," Stryker tried to sooth. "You'll have your turn again! Just let us have some 'breakfast'! Ok?"
Immediately Moonbeam brightened up. "Can I lick up the overflow? M'Lord Roger tastes much better than...er, other...people!"
"Sure, as long as I get mine!" Stryker replied, releasing the doll. Then, looking back at Roger's now naked prick, she frowned.
And Roger gasped as Victoria, taking advantage of his suddenly underutilized cock sticking straight up, dove for it, mouth wide open. "Damn!" Roger almost yelled when the Woods Elf swallowed nearly have of his pole in one hungry gulp!
Immediately Victoria began bobbing her head, slurping and gurgling on his again throbbing meatstick. Soon she was plunging down over more of him, gradually swallowing inches more until she was gagging most loudly and regularly.
"No wait a minute, Wood Elf!" Stryker proclaimed, quite unhappily. "Don't I..."
Red faced from gagging, saliva and precum hanging in disgusting strings down from her chin and lower lip, Victoria quickly but temporarily pulled off Roger's prick. Clearing her throat, she pointed at his newly stuffed balls. "Hmmm! Gulp! You lap him down while I get breakfast...I promise to do the same for you! Deal?"
While they negotiated the Wood Elf kept him interested by beating Roger's meat fast and hard, making him gasp and his legs stiffen, as she gave the Guild Elf a trust enhancing smile.
Roger looked at the buff, horny Guild Elf too. He wasn't smiling. Damn, but did that Wood Elf have a grip on him!
Then the frowning Stryker abruptly grinned, wide and white! With a quick nod she bent forward, her face aimed at Roger's defenseless maneggs.
Then, with a newly worried face, Roger turned to Victoria. But she was already descending, mouth wide open.
"Oh, by the damned Loki," Roger cursed when Stryker engulfed his right nut while Victoria swallowed and then began slurping, with man defeating effectiveness, on about three quarters of his glistening, jumping, meat spar. He could only stare up at the stars as hot, holy, mouth sex claimed him.
Then he heard the buzz, that familiar blurry wings buzz. And a tiny, but perfectly formed, bubblebutt hovered over his face. It immediately descended...right over his grinning mouth!
"Can I sit on your face, Master?" came that high pitched, ball tingling voice. "You can lick me, if you want!"
"If you want!" Roger answered silently to himself. He just grinned like the Cheshire Cat as she settled, deliciously, right over his suddenly extended tongue.
Flare woke instantly with the sound of the iron door into her cavern prison opening. She sat up, instinctively reaching for her weapon with the first clank of the door's handle.
Of course there was no weapon upon the form fitting altar rock she slept upon. Furthermore, she quickly recalled, she couldn't go very far even if she could make an escape for that Drow Bitch Elhoel had chained her to the stone with a collar around her neck!
Then a bolt of fear shot through the naked Guild Elf. What if it was...Impaler intending on coming through the door wanting...more from her? He had "visited" her three distinct times the day before. And he had had no difficulty in...'using' her!
Worse, to Flare's Guild sensibilities, while the first two times that he had accosted her had been, technically, at the behest of Elhoel, for her amusement in the meaningless torture of another Elf, his third visit had been alone, without the Drow.
Unless the Drow had been spying on her that third time, he had come, quite boldly, to her chamber alone! Demanding her favors!
Flare didn't like that.
And managing to get her delicious favors without the Drow's intervention!
Which made Flare even more unhappy for she no longer had the Drow to blame for her humiliation!
It was one thing to have him take her upon Elhoel's orders, orders she was compelled to obey lest she suffer the consequences of infamous Drow poisons. Furthermore, she had to admit that the Unicorn's huge horse-like cock, applied with the potency and enthusiasm that Impaler always displayed when it came to mounting Elves, really did "take" her, mind and body.
Notwithstanding the Guild's taboo against her permitting any sexual use of her by any steed, other than orally and then only for the benefit of her mount, with Impaler's impressive equipment and dream inducing ability, she couldn't help but be reduced, in very short order, into a state of wild orgasmic convulsions.
A state most entertaining for Elhoel's voyeuristic interests!
After all, his success with her was easily if humiliatingly explainable. It certainly explained Sir Roger's early and easy success with Flare (and who knows how many of her Sisters!): What was said about Guild Elves was true, though horribly demeaning...Guild Elves cannot resist the penetrating action of a long, fat, juicy piece of cockmeat, especially one equipped with supernaturally dimensioned, overactive balls that permitted the organ to spew so much cum so often!
That understanding had been mostly a myth mainly because there were, until very recently, so few beasts in Alfheim that had such a gift that could demonstrate that particular Guild Elf weakness!
But it felt better to Flare if she were "enjoying" being raped by the Unicorn because she had been forced to submit by threats from another Elf! Kind of took away some of the guilt she felt when his...rather impressive organ...forced her into her all too typical Guild Elf bliss.
Made it a little less of a choice for her and more like Elhoel was making her serve under the beast (and, of course, enjoy serving!).
But his third visit, late last night, was solitary. He did not have Elhoel to order him to mount the Elf. Nor was she there to order Flare to accept his prodigious prick!
Yet, to her utter feminine soap operaish humiliation, he had no more physical difficulty in forcing her to submit to, and enjoy unto multiple orgasms, his craven, lecherous, entirely self-centered desires than he had had when Elhoel had been present!
"Now, my Dear!" he had slickly said as he clopped in through the open door, unaccompanied by any Drow. "We should have one more...'getting to know each other' session before retiring, shouldn't we?"
"Where is Elhoel?" Flare had responded, looking almost hopefully at the door for her. "You shouldn't be here without her!"
He chuckled, his accent become more and more Earthly British. "Now, now, My Dear! She doesn't own me! If anything, what with her...attachment to my equipment here," and his anaconda of a semi-erect prick flopped loudly to the floor between his rear legs, where it began to immediately rise into full, breathtaking horniness, "she is more addicted to me than I to her! I call the shots, so to speak, in our relationship. But no, My Dear, she has duties...elsewhere! And I am scheduled to fuck her cousin's entire family tonight..."
Flare stared at his nearly fully erect prick. It was already drooling long, delicious looking strands of steedcream to the stony floor. She had learned, from hard experience, the awesome potency of Unicorns. She believed him when he told her he would satisfy no less than six Drow this night!
"But I thought, in light of our new 'friendship', I should give you a little evening snack! Kindly supply you with a 'cock toddy' to tuck you in for the evening, so to speak!"
Flare frowned. "Snack"? He had been relentless in reminding her that Drow do not do oral service.
He had become obsessed with the rumor around the Drow Underdark, which just happened to be true, that Guild Elf were notorious horsecocksuckers.
She had no desire, whatsoever, of squatting under HIM and showing him just how good Guild Elves are at 'servicing' their mounts!
"We are not 'friends', Unicorn!" Flare refused to call the beast by his, probably, Drow given name. "And I want nothing to do with you, especially if it involves using my mouth!"
"Pity!" he said, stopping and then jerking his two foot long meatstick stiffly, tossing much more cum strands to the floor.
Flare's eyes, couldn't help it, stared as the precum pooled.
Impaler chuckled. "Can't help staring, can you? Elhoel, and many other Drow, have told me that all Guild Elves are sluts for four legged cock! I simply thought it was envy on the part of the Drow of you because of the horses you so famously travel on all over sunny Alfheim. Now, since I met you, I know its not a myth! I'll give you a choice, your mouth or I can impregnate you!"
Flare laughed back at him. "Impregnate? You?! How? From what I gather, you have been fucking these Drow in the Underdark for over an eon! How many Drows are down here? How many have you not fucked? Knowing how randy you are, I'll just bet not a one over the Age of Child Rearing has escaped your lance, Unicorn⁄ Now tell me: Just how many foals have you sired?"
His abrupt, and embarrassed silence answered her.
"I thought so! How many times have you bulged Elhoel's belly with your cum? How many times has she been impregnated?"
Impaler nodded, even smiling.
"I don't think the Drow can get impregnated...by you anymore than the Guild can! I don't think you, or any...cock can impregnate here, in the Land of Loki! Not since Lord Loki left! Not without the...ah...not without something that Lord Loki took with him..."
Impaler snorted in exasperation. "Very well, My Dear Elf, you have cleverly found me out! Yes, I know I've never sired a child, even though I fuck Drow at an average of half dozen a day for over a thousand years! I know that I probably cannot impregnate any Elf in Alfheim! But I have never claimed to be able to impregnate! I have just went along with the myth these Drow keep repeating. And going along with these Drow it gets me laid plenty, too! Can't blame a guy! Anyway, all Elves have a 'soft spot' for any guy with a cock long enough to reach that 'spot' they have way up by their wombs!
"Its a living!
"But the Drow are not stupid. They know I haven't created any children. Yet they still spread willingly for me, just like I produce this," he nodded down at his impressive prick again, "most willingly for each and every sweet, dark chocolate little Lady that spreads before me! I assume it is because they really enjoy my...abilities! Why should I want to spoil that?"
"Fine!" she replied, climbing down from the altar and standing before him, ball achingly naked, legs spread and hands on her hips. "Go fuck them! Leave me alone!"
He glanced down at his drooling cock, again. "Wouldn't you like a...taste? It will taste better than your horse..."
"NO!" she barked. "Not ever!"
"But...the Drow...are not...never are...oral! You don't know how...good getting sucked off is! Females just don't realize how...important getting sucked off is to a Man! Please?" he nearly begged.
Flare, desperately trying not to stare at his thrilling display of masculine potency, slowly shook her head.
Then Impaler rose to his full height, his pride renewed. "Well, your loss! I gave you your choice. Now, we'll do it my way!"
"What do you mean?" she replied, suddenly alarmed.
"I think I'll show you Elhoel's favorite position. See if you find it as FULL-filling as she does!"
"No way! You stay away! I'm not going to submit to you..."
Impaler just smiled, and his horn glowed...
Then Flare was falling off a cliff. Sliding, rolling to her left, she could see, impossible thousands of feet below her, ragged, crammed together, stalactites...
Her reflexes took over, spinning her instantly to her right, allowing her to grab for safety the cliff's edge...
Then, in wild disorientation, she was back in the cavern, clutching the edge of the altar.
But her back was to the Unicorn now, her feet planted on the floor, her legs still three feet apart.
And her full, horseback tenderized Elven bubblebutt was towards Impaler!
She was so confused, she was almost nauseous.
Then two hooves planted themselves around her, one on the outside of each of her rock clutching hands! Hot, humid breath was upon the back of her neck, raising her hackles, sending wicked shivers down her luscious, naked spine. The breath smelled intensely of...Male! Potent, randy, virile Male!
Hot shivers of feminine submissiveness surged through her from just the heat of the massive animal body arched over her svelte back, almost touching her...
She felt it, the greasy, lumpy, red hot buttery fluid, rolling down her bulging buttocks and, especially, deeply between her cheeks, right down to her asshole and...pussy!
Precum!
Lubricating precum!
Unicorn precum!
His voice, now reduced but not a whisper and definitely not a plea, echoed like a base drum in her right ear, "Now, My Dear, I didn't want it to be this way! I apologize for the trickery, I truly do! But you cannot blame me too much, can you? You really were not being very cooperative! How was I going to get satisfaction from you if I did not use a little...very little, deviousness?"
She felt a hugely hot, and unyieldingly firm ball press and pass easily between her now greasy asscheeks. "You could f...f...fuck a Drow!" she cried, eyes popping open when the massive cockhead pressed perfectly, and resolutely, right against her suddenly soaking wet pussy.
"I will, right after I show you what a nice doggy you are, Flare!" Then, with just a little shove, he popped his cockhead into her twat.
"Oh!" was all Flare gasped. She hated herself, but the passage of that massive cockhead into her felt much better than her exclamation proclaimed.
Loki-be-damned, but that felt good!
Impaler just chuckled. "Now, My Dear, this is 'doggy style'! Please let me know how you enjoy it...once I'm done with you!"
Then the Unicorn thrust and more, much more, horsecock slid into bent over Guild Elf pussy.
And all Flare could do was scream, hysterically.
And then cum...
Flare was panting now, all the memories of last night...the helplessness...the pleasure...the obscene enjoyment of that illicit, unnatural rape...filling her.
She was suddenly so hot!
The door opened.
And Elhoel stepped in, deliciously naked as usual.
Flare suddenly sighed in great relief.
"Good morning, Flare! I hope you slept well!"
"Release me!" Flare barked back. She climbed off the altar and strode towards Elhoel as far as her collar permitted. "Let me go!"
Elhoel beamed. "You Guild Elves! So determined, so dedicated! No wonder the hopeless battle above us is beginning!"
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, you know! Your Guild Elves, your Lady Gem, are assaulting the path to the Temple, this very moment! For what reason, I have no idea. There is only that trinket, that Brisingamen, which every Drow knows is worthless except to some vain, promiscuous Goddesses. Why Guild Elves should commit suicide this day over that..."
"What?! Today! Now! You must let me go to them!"
"Why ever should I? Why should you want to go join them? Don't you know what is arrayed against them? They don't have a chance! They will become some disgusting Desiree bred creature's fuck slave for a handful of centuries! You would rather become some sex squid bimbo than stay here, with me," she lowered her voice conspiratorially, "...with Impaler!"
"Don't you understand Duty?" Flare nearly screamed back at her. "They are my troops! They are my friends! I should...I must be with them this day!"
The Drow stiffened. "The Drow created Duty! And yes, I did think long and hard on your duty. I decided that to set you free would be a waste. Why give you to an animal that couldn't possibly appreciate your...finer qualities, when I could keep you and enjoy them myself! No, your friends will serve without you this day."
Tears streamed down Flare's cheeks. "Please! I'll do anything...anything! Have pity on me! They are my friends!"
The Drow's grin seemed to widen. "Anything?" she simply replied,
Flare tried to control her emotions, especially with the Drow's reply. "What do you mean?"
"I mean that there just might be a solution..."
"What?" Flare gasped, then frowned. "No tricks, Drow!" Never trust a Drow!
Elhoel feigned a pained expression. It wasn't very sincere in Flare's eyes. "Me? A Drow resorting to trickery? Why do you insult me?"
Flare just frowned.
Then Elhoel smiled at Flare's wisdom. "Very well...You have created some...difficulties with Impaler and my Drow sisters. The poor boy has become...infatuated with...I do believe you call it 'oral sex'?"
Flare's eyes widened.
"Since my sisters have been telling him all those stories, some of them must be true, no? You know, those stories about Guild Elves, when alone and in camp...alone...with only their mounts for company...companionship...physical comfort..."
"Get to the point, Drow!"
"Well, you might know that we Drow hold ourselves above such...unnatural activities as using...uh...sex organs in openings for which they were not naturally intended..."
"What are you getting at?"
Elhoel sighed. "Well, Impaler has been pestering all my sisters, as well as me, to perform...oral sex on him! And it is your fault because we all know that Guild Elves...service their horses when in the field! Now, don't deny it!"
"And you want me to...show you how to 'service' impaler?" Flare replied, not without a little smile on her own face.
"NO!" Now the Drow truly looked horrified. "No! I want you to suck him off, so he'll quit pestering us for such disgusting service!"
"Well, I must tell you Elhoel, that men...regardless of who the male is that possesses a cock, will not be satisfied with just one blow job! But, if I...satisfy Impaler, you'll allow me to join my troop?"
The Drow nodded. "You satisfy him...when he is satisfied with your sexual service, you will be allowed to leave for the surface."
Flare went silent, thinking...
Suddenly she turned back to Elhoel, "But you were licking his balls yesterday! Why can't you do the same to his organ?"
She waved her hand before Flare, "Oh, I kiss him, and lick him." But then she shuddered. "But its that...semen! It is the worse thing, the most demeaning, disgusting, degrading act a Drow can do with any...MAN, to taste his semen! We refused to do that even when Lord Loki visited us!"
"Maybe that's why he spent more time with us!" Flare blurted out.
The Drow just glared. "That is the arrangement!" she finally said. "Satisfy Impaler, to his complete satisfaction..."
"You mean swallow...!"
"Yes, you can assume that is a condition of satisfying him. Now, you satisfy him, and you will be released. Do you agree?"
Flare glared at Elhoel a long moment, then nodded, "Yes!"
Immediately, before the Drow could even speak again, Flare heard hooves at the door...
"Marvelous, My Dear Guild Elf!" Impaler exclaimed as he stepped through the door, his cock at furious, iron bar hard erection and literally pissing precum in a steady, tacky, coiled stream to the rock floor. "You have no idea how happy your choice has made me, My Dear!"
Flare's eyes widened, first at seeing the monstrous organ arched out beneath him, and then when she saw his balls swinging halfway down his legs.
They were as big as her head! Nearly twice as big as yesterday!
Flare looked in near panic at Elhoel.
Elhoel shrugged her shoulders. "Not my doing. Apparently he can boost his semen production when he's extra...excited! He's really been looking forward to...being 'sucked off', you call it? He must have liters stored in there!"
"You expect me to suck..."
"I have been praying, My Sweet, Generous Guild Elf, that you would so bless me with sucking my balls dry!" Impaler said with all the sincerity that a horny male, of any species, could generate when facing a potential cocksucking female .
"That is what it will take to satisfy him," Elhoel added, an absolutely obscene grin on her black face. "I'd get started, if I were a fucking Guild Elf, Bitch!" she added, planting her hand atop Flare's head and forcing the reluctant Elf to her knees.
Elhoel glanced at Impaler, his own eyes wide with nearly out of control male anticipation. "Don't cum too soon, Unicorn! These Guild Elves are known as the cocksuckers of Alfheim!"
Impaler nodded his head eagerly.
Roger stood in the very early morning light, dressed in his Arcastrian costume, watching the Elves assemble before their Commander, Lady Gem. All were fully dressed and armed to the teeth. The camp was broken down and packed away, their horses gathered and tied down.
They would be walking from now on.
Every eye was on Gem.
"Troops!" she said, a big smile on her face. "We are finally ready for the end of our Mission. In just a few hours we will have what we came for and can then join our Army for the Dark Lord battle."
She hesitated while her troops softly cheered her announcement. When the cheering abruptly died, she went on, but no longer smiling. "This will not be an easy assault! Desiree knows we are here, and where we are heading. Expect the beasts that attacked us two nights ago to be up there, along our path."
Suddenly she turned solemn, "Some of us will not be returning...But we have known for a long time that our Queen may require such sacrifices from us for the good of Alfheim! I, for one, will tell you that I will not rest until I return to freedom and Alfheim every casualty of today's assault. I pledge you this!"
There was no cheer this time, nor even smiles. These were veterans. They knew what could happen in the upcoming fight, and confident in what their Sisters would do, the same response that they would have, if they were 'taken' this day. In that awareness of Guild Elf custom and duty every Elf just nodded in acknowledgment and understanding.
Gem turned to the Wood Elf and Human Schoolgirl Mage standing by the tied down horses. "Victoria and Hermione will maintain camp, here, until darkness, or until they are in imminent threat of attack by Desiree's minions. If we are not back by then...they will return our mounts and effects to Alfheim."
Both the Wood Elf and Human Mage nodded silently.
"Not back by dark"...No more needed to be said.
Roger knew, and Moonbeam had reminded him repeatedly over the past hour, that it was most likely no one would be returning from that mountain. Every Elf knew it by now. These were veterans of many incursions and meetings with Desiree's Agents and monsters. They knew the odds were stacked against them.
But they also knew that only by bold, aggressive action would any of them have a chance of surviving this day.
And their Queen, and their fellows in the Queen's Army, depended on them getting the Brisingamen.
For Roger...
Such knowledge was enough to satisfy their duty.
If they were 'taken', someone, someday, would rescue, buy, or otherwise free them from their sexual slavery.
Elves were immortal. They never died. They could be slaves for a long time
It might take centuries, but someday...
Then Gem turned to Roger. "The...'Arcastrian' must obtain the Brisingamen. That is our duty, this day! The Fairy, Moonbeam, will guide us around...most of the ambushes on our way. She is in the Arcastrian's service...You can trust her...this day!"
Roger looked at the hovering Moonbeam, who beamed back at him. At Gem's insistence, she was tied to his waist by a cord wrapped around her waist so it wouldn't foul her wings.
Suddenly, with Gem's silence, Moonbeam turned and flew nearer to the Guild Elves. "What I have done against you in the past I did because Desiree threatened my Clan! Now I have broken with Desiree! I will suffer far worse than you if we fail today! Believe me! I will not betray you! Roger and I will get the Brisingamen down from the mountain and to your Queen, or I will fall with you!"
Small, but sincere smiles broke out on the Elves. Gem nodded in approval of Moonbeam's little speech.
Now Gem looked directly at Roger, and he nodded. Stepping up, he tried to recall the "band of brothers" speech from "Henry V", but failed. "Elves...er...Friends! I must be an Arcastrian today, for Desiree must not know my true...form! But, to you, I..." Then, in an impulse, he threw his hood back. "I, a Man, have learned to...love and respect you all as companions on the march and friends in adversity and danger! No...Man has ever had a nobler, more brave, more dedicated and honorable group of companions as I have now with you! I will not let you down! I will live up to your sense of duty. I will fight today as the Guild! I will bring the Brisingamen down from the mountain, or join you in defeat!"
He then turned to Gem. "I will get Flare from the Drow. And together we will wreck revenge on Desiree for all the sacrifices you will give today!"
Flare stared with crossed eyes at the huge, cum pissing cockhead as Impaler took one more horse stride forward and nearly butted her face with it. Her ears were buzzing, her eyes fixed, unblinking, upon that...Loki help her, delicious looking horsecock!
Suddenly face to glans with an equine cock, she couldn't hear anything else, she couldn't think of anything else...other than that she hadn't had a proper meal of horse spooge in...days.
Way too long for a Guild Elf to go without a high protein breakfast!
With the sight, smell, heat of horsecock just off her nose she suddenly was literally drooling down her chin. All she could think about was how good would his testiclepudding taste?
Better than Sir Roger's?
No horse tasted even as good as Sir Roger's spew!
Would Impaler? He's somewhat 'special'!
Then she felt Elhoel's hand grab the back of her head and shove her forward.
She remembered thinking 'there is no time like the present to find out' as she was barely able to open her drooling mouth in time to mouth the more than a fist sized glans of the Unicorn.
As she closed her eyes and her mouth around Unicorn cockhead, tasting Impaler for the first time, she couldn't help but think that it was good that Elves were not vegetarian for this was delicious tasting meat!
Seized by mindless hunger for manmeat and his accompanying testicle gravy, Flare began to nurse, suck, gnaw on Impaler's massive glans. Her hands rose to clutch the hot, throbbing shaft of the horsecock, taking up an almost instinctual stroking, milking, jerking of the Unicorn Cock. Almost immediately her chin dripped with a gooey mixture of her spit and his jism.
"OOOHH!" Impaler moaned loudly. "Yes, My Dear! You are good at this! You are so kind! But...could you take a little more?"
Then he pushed on the back of the cocksucker's head with his muzzle and, accompanied with a series of loud, nasty gags, Flare's working head descended some four inches down his beginning to jump pole, until his substantial glans popped into her throat.
Elhoel's eyes widened and she shook her head in disbelief as the Guild Elf's throat spread visibly, accommodating and outlining the swallowed head. "What cocksuckers Guild Elves are!" she cruelly commented. "Drow would never stoop to orally satisfying a Man, any male!"
Impaler looked over at the smirking, head shaking Drow, his eyes literally glowing in wondrous male satisfaction. "You have no idea! It is so delicious...the heat...the wet heat...I can hardly control myself!" He looked down at the eagerly feeding Elf under his sternum. "You are so kind, so good to me, Flare! I am in your debt, fine Lady Elf!"
Flare couldn't help smile around her mouthful of Unicorn meat, a smile more for Elhoel's notice, over Impaler's emotion charged response to her ministrations. Yes, it was the same with all Men, of all stripes! Get their cocks in your mouth and you have their hearts in your hand!
Almost made up for her dislike for the lecherous bastard shuddering over her!
Then his monstrous cock jerked and nearly knocked her upper teeth out! Abruptly she had her hands, and mouth, full of a leaping pole of ready to unload animal cock!
"OOOOHH! My Dear, sweet Elf!" Impaler moaned as if mortally wounded (Which Flare had wished for when she started this oral service!). "You are...too good...too hot! I cannot resist your...OOOOOOHHHHH!"
Elhoel, with an evil smirk, stepped behind the squirming Unicorn. Reaching down with both arms, she said, "Let me help, Flare!" Then she sank her claws into both of Impaler's nuts.
Viciously.
And Flare retched, violently, and two jets of scum spewed out her flared nostrils and a veritable waterfall of spooge cascaded down her chin to cling and hang from her rock hard nipples. Still nearly half of the first spurt she managed to swallow in one loud, forced gulp of Impaler-pudding.
But her cock dwarfed, madly jacking hands didn't stop, nor did her hot, sloppy prick mouthing, and Impaler was rapidly carried over into his second eruption, with or without Elhoel's ball milking assistance.
As she waited those few seconds before the next spurt, Flare couldn't help analyze her first taste of Unicorn spooge. Not bad, better than most steed's, but definitely not as sweet as Her...Sir Roger's! Definitely not as good!
Spew!
But Impaler did have a set of spewing muscles! His thick, viscous goo certainly exited his prick at a much greater velocity than Sir Roger! His second shot, catching her by surprise at its volume and speed, blew the cocksucker's head clean off his cock!
With another torrent of lumpy, wormy manchowder pouring down her chin from her shocked, open mouth, Flare watched in awe as another spew quickly and violently followed the second. Then a fourth erupted.
Eagerly she thrust her prehensile tongue out to begin to lash, lap, and torture the Unicorn's glans, continuing to stimulate his wild, hot, and superhuman volumed blasts of horsecum. Even when her face was coated with spooge, her tongue continued its selfless, flagellatory stimulation of Unicorn sex organ.
Then she couldn't see anymore, for her eyes were filled with goo, so she had to rely on her sense of smell, taste, and touch to register the seemingly endless spurts of horsegoo that drenched her upturned, cockhead lapping face.
In the meantime Elhoel laughed in delight, all of her beliefs about the slutty nature of Guild Elves confirmed by Flare's one blow job of a Unicorn.
Impaler, for once, was not, once Flare finished with him. She had done a job on him: He must have unloaded a quart of Unicorn-chowder into and, especially, all over the kneeling, lapping, and now whimpering Elf!
What a stud!
"Whew!" he gasped, looking down at the literally cum drenched Elf, just beginning to clean up his load...with her tongue. "I am a stud!"
Flare, one eye cleared and most of her face basically de-cummed, looked up at him with a sheepish smile. She had to admit, she was impressed, at least with the amount if not the quality of his Elf-food!
Definitely better tasting than her mount!
But he didn't taste as good as Her Roger!
"Thank you, sincerely, My Dear!" Impaler enthused as he and the Drow watched the Guild Elf clean herself. She was getting good at licking up hanging, dripping spooge!
Elhoel made a face. "Eeeuw! How can you...swallow it? It is bad enough you tasted him!"
Flare pulled her cum cleaning tongue into her mouth long enough to reply, "Don't knock it until you've tried it, Bitch!" Then she immediately went back to her feeding.
Elhoel bristled. "You think the Drow would reduce themselves to orally pleasing Men..."
Now Flare saw red. "And you Drow can't wait to bend over like your Impaler's bitches, you Bitch!"
Elhoel shrieked back, "And you seemed to enjoy being mounted by my Mount yesterday!"
Flare bit her lower lip, all her humiliating fears rushing back. "You looked in on us yesterday!"
Elhoel just smirked. "He had an easy time, if I recall correctly! By the way, I must compliment you Guild Elves. You do have a fine pair of asscheeks to offer your tails up with! No wonder Impaler likes 'doggie' sex so much!"
"My Dear," Impaler gently corrected, "If I recalled correctly, it is you who prefers 'doggie' style sex..."
"Shut up, Impaler!" Elhoel barked while not taking her triumphant eyes off of Flare's."
"Now, now, 'Ladies'!" Impaler intervened, fearing losing some of the best sex partners he had had in centuries to a 'bitch fight'. "This is not important! What is important is your agreement be satisfied, correct? Now, Flare, you agreed to satisfy me. Well, you have gotten out to a wonderful start, but..."
Flare, from just off the end of his still unbending prick, looked up at him. "'But'?"
"Look at my balls, My Dear!" was all he said.
Elhoel grinned when both Elves glanced at Impaler's still swollen and low hanging testicles. "He's still stuffed, Guild Elf!" she added, meanly.
Flare shook her head. Never had she gotten such a huge load out of any animal! Yet his balls had shrunk hardly any!
"Our agreement, Flare, is that you satisfy him! He's still loaded, it looks to me!" Elhoel was literally beaming.
"But..." Flare started, looking, pleading, up at Impaler.
Impaler tried to smile. "I still am discomforted, My Dear Elf! I still am in dire need of your services, My Lady! Perhaps one more...oral service?" His muzzle dropped to firmly, yet gently, goad her face back towards his once again drooling cockhead.
"But..." Flare said, eyes again locking upon that purple glans. Loki help her! She was drooling again, but it wasn't semen!
Elhoel was laughing her ass off!
"Just one more time, My Dear Elf!" Impaler urged her, with all urgency and gentleness. He could feel her delightful breath bathing his throbbing glans. "Please! You are so very kind to me. I will make amends! I will fuck you most thoroughly and desirably later for another wonderful Guild Elf suckoff now!"
With a loud, wanton moan, Flare engulfed his refilled cockhead once again into her drooling, hot mouth. She gave him immediate suck, hot, twisting, tonguing, vacuuming cocksuck.
"Oh! OOOOHHH! You lovely, delicious, cocksucker!" Impaler moaned, will all sincerity as she nursed on him. Both the Unicorn and the Cocksucker closed their eyes in delicious pleasure.
"What a Cocksucker!" Elhoel gasped, her laughter abruptly dying down and her eyes widening in surprise. "Maybe there is something to sucking cock?" she added, solely to herself.
Flare just gagged in response.
The sun was fully above the horizon as they started up the narrow path bisecting lines of huge boulders on each side. The Elves were in line ahead, the Bowelves in the lead, followed by Gem and Roger and Moonbeam, followed by the others with Stryker in the rear. The boulders, right now, were nearly touching each other, thereby forming more a wall on each side of the path. The wall had to be some dozen feet high.
Moonbeam confirmed to Roger that there would be no threat, yet, this far down the mountain. The boulder's were too tightly stacked and tall.
But up ahead.
Roger could see...things, swooping briefly just above the boulders farther up the mountain. Moonbeam, hovering before his face, looked up the mountain and then rapidly back at Roger.
"Cockbats?" Roger half asked, half admitted.
Moonbeam nodded. "They do not like the light. It was wise for Lady Gem to make the assault during the day."
"Let's just hope it stays nice and sunny!" Roger added, stepping back into the climbing line of Elves.
Hermione and, to a lesser degree, Victoria were bored. The Elves had left a good three hours ago, and not a thing had occurred since then.
Like a bored schoolgirl, which she resembled to the Nth degree in her mid thigh length, pleated, dark blue skirt, Hermione sat on the log and drew pictures on the dusty ground with a long stick. Her Elf vest, which replaced her starched white blouse ruined by Stryker's seduction/rape of her earlier, was carelessly left open, and her Elf quality firm and pointed, 'C' cup beauties were fully available to anyone's eyes.
Victoria found herself standing not three feet from the log sitting girl, eyes fixed on the Schoolgirl's cheerleader envy producing tits. Abruptly she wanted to...suck on those beauties!
Was it because she was bored?
Then her still huge clit jerked and rose in dramatic, potent pulses until, in a very short time, it was pushing her tights out into an, at least, nine inch high tent.
This was not boredom! Victoria was feeling...something most unfeminine!
Abruptly she wanted to fuck the brains out of this Schoolgirl!
Hermione sighed, and her tits danced like over-firm jello moulds before the leering eyes of the Wood Elf. "Darn it, Victoria! I'm bored..." she started, then looked up and went quiet when she saw the jumping tent in the Elf's tights!
"Victoria!" she gasped, shocked.
Victoria smiled sheepishly at the startled, and not a little pleasantly surprised, Schoolgirl Mage. "It just...came up!" she said, sitting down next to the staring girl. "It was the strangest thing! One minute I was worrying about Lady Gem, the next I saw your...boobs, and I got all...hot!"
With a jerk Hermione looked down at her Hollywood class teen tits, jutting forth in 'innocent' proclamation of her magically derived beauty, and pulled her already inadequate vest together. Even so, the borrowed Elven vest couldn't completely cover Hermione's charms. Firm, smooth, luscious teen boob meat bulged, most attractively to Victoria, out the "V" neck top and down under the midriff exposing bottom of the vest.
Furthermore, since the leather straps that tied it closed in front were long missing, as soon as the Schoolgirl released her frantic clutch upon the front of the vest, her straining boobs popped the unfastened clothing wide apart once again.
Hermione looked back at the Wood Elf now sitting alongside her. She clearly saw the unbridled...leer in Victoria's teen girl melon locked gaze. She looked at her breasts just like...Roger had!
"Victoria!" she gasped, becoming...uncomfortable under the leer. "What has come over you?!"
"I don't know," Victoria replied, softly, as she moved closer. "I just...want to...get closer..." Then the Wood Elf slipped her left hand under Hermione's left arm and gently, but firmly, cupped her jutting left tit.
"Victoria!" the schoolgirl gasped as she stared at Victoria's approaching face.
"Baby!" Victoria whispered just before capturing the girl's sweet lips in a passionate kiss.
Hermione's eyes widened, initially. Then Victoria's boob grasping hand found her stiffening nipple and captured it. Twisting her nipple, deliciously, and driving her Elven long and tasty tongue into the Human's mouth and throat, caused the Schoolgirl's eyes to languidly close.
Then Hermione's arms went around Victoria's back.
The kiss was devastating to Hermione. Elves can kiss! Instantly she was swept up into the kiss, her pinched, twisted nipple just adding to the luxurious sensations of being sexually entwined, and seduced, with an Elf.
And Victoria certainly seemed to know what she was doing! Only part-way into the kiss, with the girl's nipple furiously erect, she skillfully moved to the other boob, equally tormenting, and thrilling, that nipple.
All the while Victoria's tongue was fucking Hermione's swallowing throat.
Hermione was immediately and completely possessed by Victoria's make-out skills! Like in the back seat of a Mustang convertible at the drive-in with the Senior Class make-out king, she couldn't, wouldn't do a thing to stop the wonderful preparations for losing her virginity...
Victoria, not breaking the kiss, slid Hermione's butt off the log and lowered her to the ground. Only once the Schoolgirl was flat on her back did the Wood Elf break the kiss.
Barely raising her head off of the girl's, Victoria whispered into Hermione's dazed, befuddled face as she threw up the girl's skirt upon her belly, completely exposing her shiny, wet and pink pussy, "Baby! I love you! I want you! Let me love you!"
Then the Elf buried her face into Hermione's sweet neck, kissing, licking, sucking on her firm, smooth flesh.
"OOOOHHH!" the Schoolgirl moaned wantonly, "No! OOOOHHH!" she meagerly protested as she felt Victoria's long, strong, but smooth fingers slide down her heaving belly to toy atop her bald sex mound.
Then Victoria worked her lips down to Hermione's babyfeeders!
"Oh! No!" the girl gasped when the Elf caught her left nipple. The thrill that shot up her as Victoria nursed on her was outrageous. "Please!...I..."
The the Wood Elf silenced her by sliding her sex mound stroking fingers right between her thrashing thighs and into the soaked swamp that was her pussy.
"OOOOO! Yes!" the girl cried, feeling intensely the skilled, wicked pleasure as the Elf's skilled fingers parted her floppy labia and then mercilessly plunged into her twat.
"Oh, baby!" Victoria hotly whispered into Hermione's face once she pulled off her thoroughly sucked nipple. "You want it the same as me, don't you? You want me, don't you? You want this!"
Then the Elf raised up and, with her other hand, pulled down her tights, freeing her fourteen inches of arm thick clit.
"OOOO!" Wide eyed, Hermione cooed, nodding rather mindlessly at the impressive girl destroyer Victoria shoved into her face. With a big smile the Schoolgirl looked up at the dominately grinning Wood Elf, "Yes! I can't wait! Take me, please!"
"Good girl!" Victoria replied in triumph. She grabbed the girl's ankles and pulled her legs up and far apart until her ankles were even with the girl's ears. Then, still grinning, she climbed into Hermione's saddle.
Lining up her prodigious "cock" with the girl's offered up puss, she hesitated just for a count. "Tell me if this reminds you of 'Sir' Roger!" she grinned just before driving the entire length into Hermione's belly.
A wild howl of complete feminine submission and joy echoed over the prairie.
Pounding away, sliding out and then driving in in over foot long strokes, Victoria roared down into the glazed eyed face of the instantly and totally fucked Schoolgirl. "Remind you of Roger? Eh? Does this! and This?" the hard plowing Wood Elf roared, over and over.
And Hermione just jerked her head and grunted, "Ah! Ah! Ah!", over and over, in time with each of Victoria's potent thrusts.
"I'd just bet it reminds you of him!" Victoria continued, not missing a blissful drive into the Mage's girl-like guts. "I know I loved it when he did me! And I'd love it when he does me again, when he gets back! Only right now I want to be him!"
And poor Hermione howled in tune, belly bulging with each furious plunge into her. Right then she didn't care what Victoria said, as long as she kept up the fucking!
But, neither the fucked Hermione nor the fucking Victoria realized that they were no longer alone...
At about the same instant that Victoria had consummated her initial penetration of the Schoolgirl sexpot, unnoticed by either sex obsessed female, there had been a quiet, brief little flash of light on the other side of the log they were fucking alongside. A split second later, in the place of the fading flash, was a figure.
A female figure.
A female figure that had once been Carolyn Hobson! Outwardly she still resembled the Mage. She wasn't any taller, or heavier, or more muscular.
It was inside where she was different. Except for a glowing tint to her eyes that some would call red, and slightly darker shadows under her eyes, physically she remained the same. But in her mind things were...different.
Since literally the moment that Carolyn had accepted Moira's offer to join with the Dark Lords, the Human Mage's mind had been transformed. Now, standing before the Impassable Mountains, staring down at a Wood Elf and young Human Mage rutting like...typical animals before her, Carolyn began to understand what Moira had been offering her.
She had never realized before that one's perception of the reality around her could be so...different!
Now Carolyn was enthralled, emancipated, empowered! Thanks to the Dark Lord Power she had been granted access to, she was freed!
The power only the Dark Lords could tap into, power they took for granted every moment of every day, was staggering! Such power, literally inexhaustible, could be used to any purpose, to any degree...provided you could manipulate the controlling Black Magic.
How could she have thought, as a mere Human Mage from Earth, to compete with such power!
With such power you didn't need to be good at spell casting! Even the most primitive and simplistic set of magic spells was overwhelming, if backed by such power!
Of course, such power wasn't subtle...
But it didn't have to be!
But she, being formerly a mere mortal, was well versed with the more subtle forms of magic, especially since that was the only forms of magic available to her back on Earth. She could handle such subtle magic. That was what she was good at!
White Magic.
Now, she didn't have to rely on that subtle White Magic as much! Now she had access to the vastly more all encompassing Black Magic! The magic that could manipulate the forces of the very Big Bang itself...if you were talented and educated enough!
Those forces, like the matter from the Big Bang the Dark Lords themselves were made of, could be cataclysmic in their effects if not used extremely carefully! There had been examples where Mages, such as Desiree, had not perfected their spells sufficiently to avoid, in some cases, extremely embarrassing consequences!
It was said that even Lord Loki, being a God he could, literally naturally, manipulate Black Magic, made some relatively serious mistakes with it. Moira actually told her that it was a misapplication of a spell that caused the lack of potency in Males in Lokin.
Apparently no one with a real cock and balls could conceive with any female because of him!
Now, what did that mean about the need for the Brisingamen? Was the Brisingamen yet a myth? Useless, after all?
Or did it mean it contained the critical correcting spell to make a Male potent?
Well, actually, she didn't need to answer that question anymore! Nor did she need Roger, anymore!
Thanks to Moira, things had changed!
Soon she would be capable of initiating all of her needs herself, via Black Magic. Moira was showing her everything she knew of Black Magic...
Well, Carolyn suspected that she was not being taught everything that Moira knew. That was only common sense. Carolyn suspected she was being shown just as much as needed to permit her to counter Desiree's plans against the Dark Lords if and when Desiree succeeded against the Guild Elves!
Moira knew that Desiree wanted the Guild Throne for herself. It was obvious when she obtained Loki's Cock for herself. That, of course, could not be permitted. With the Guild, the only force in Lokin able to counter the Dark Lords through their control of the weather and of time, and her prodigious talents in Black Magic, and genetic engineering, Desiree would be the greatest threat and opponent to the Dark Lords since Loki Himself!
Thus Moira was diligently and rapidly training Carolyn in the Black Arts.
She was already gifted enough that Moira had given her her first assignment: Desiree was not going to get to Alfheim and impregnate Rita! In fact, no one with a cock would be permitted! Sweet, luscious, lesbian and virgin Rita would remain so for all time!
Unless, Carolyn suspected, Moira had plans for her!
For certain Moira didn't want Lord Chaos to treat Rita like he had, and still, used Kia!
But, with the Guild leaderless and no new Loki to take the throne, they would be a scattered and drifting force, wandering out of habit the Dark Lord darkened plains of Lokin forever...
Individual Elves making easy prizes for any horny Dark Lord out hunting in the permanent overcast.
And why should she care about some bimbo Elves? Already this former Earthbound Human Mage had more power in her control than she had accumulated in her entire previous life! More than any Earth Nationstate had ever accumulated!
Effortlessly!
And by now she could do magical feats she only had read about in comic books before!
For instance, now she could magicport to anywhere in Alfheim, if she wished.
And she had wished to see Her Victor...
Er, Victoria!
See her before Moira got to and through with her...
She knew Moira had plans for that Wood Elf. Moira had been above board with that. No doubt unpleasant plans for the Wood Elf. Plans Moira wanted executed before changing Victoria back to Carolyn's Victor.
Well, at least the effects would not be permanent, she had been promised.
No doubt Moira was interested in Revenge for some slight some other Wood Elf from Victoria's Clan had gotten away with ages ago! Now Victoria would pay for some other Wood Elf's spurning!
Revenge was big among immortals!
Now she stood, as close to shock as a bona-fide Agent of a Dark Lord permitted herself, watching Victoria fuck some silly Human Mage into the dust!
Fuck the girl like some...Man would!
What has happened to Her Victor...Victoria?!
Then, no sooner than she materialized, what did she hear coming from Victoria? " I know I loved it when he did me! And I'd love it when he did me again, when he gets back! Only right now I want to be him!"
"Him?!" echoed in Carolyn's magically enhanced mind. "HIM!?" "Him" meant...
Roger! Roger was fucking her Victor!
"What?!" her roar flattened the wavy grass for miles around.
Instantly Victoria's furious fucking froze, and she quickly looked over her shoulder.
For a long moment she stared at the Mage, her brow furrowed in recollection, before, "Carolyn?" Then she smiled. "Carolyn? You escaped Desiree! How?"
"Yes!" she growled like the thunder. "And you! You look like you have been taking lessons on fucking little girls! From who, I should guess! No more of being like Roger!" she shrieked and, with a wave of her hand, threw Victoria off the doubled over Hermione.
Victoria shrieked as she flew through the air to land, in a cloud a dust, some four feet away.
Hermione stared up at Carolyn from between her upraised calves in terror seized silence. Then she frantically lowered her legs.
Victoria staggered to her feet, her huge clit bobbing, wet and erect. She stepped unsteadily towards the panting, red faced Carolyn. "Carolyn! What happened! Such power!"
Carolyn watched the over foot long clit jerk and sway, just like Victor's cock did during those evenings when she was in school, so long ago. Then she looked up into the Wood Elves eyes. "Has Roger...fucked you?"
Suddenly Victoria looked sheepishly at the ground. "Well, if it is any of your business, Carolyn, yes! We were all under the influence of Desiree's magic, you see, and only by him fucking our asses..."
"He fucked your ass!" Carolyn shrieked. "Both of your...openings down there!"
Victoria nodded. "He needed to, to remove Desiree's spell..."
"I do not care about Desiree right now!"
"...so I thanked him by sucking him off!" Victoria finished.
Carolyn nearly went apoplectic. "With your mouth!?"
Victoria nodded. "More than once. He tasted very good, you know!"
"You swallowed him!" She stared at the only slightly embarrassed Wood Elf. "Didn't you feel...odd...er...swallowing his semen?"
"No, not at all. Hermione did it, most of the Elves swallow...Him!"
"I don't care about other Elves! What about me! Do you remember anything about me?"
Suddenly her clit began to boob. "Certainly. I know I owe you another fuck. We didn't finish the first before we were interrupted by those Drow!"
"But, what about Roger?"
Victoria smiled, big. "Like I was telling Hermione. I would love to have him mount me again! In the ass, if He wants! It's about the most wonderful feeling in the world to have him buried in my butt!"
Carolyn turned and stepped away, barely maintaining her composure. Roger, that mindless...selfish...traitorous...after all I did for him he does this...MAN! I'll show him!
Then she turned back to the again worried Victoria. "Where is this Man! Where is Roger, right now!"
Victoria looked at her strangely. Pointing in the general direction of their ascent, she answered, "Don't you know? You sent him there! He's with the Guild Elves, with Lady Gem, climbing the Impassible Mountains to get the Brisingamen! They're about a third of the way up by now..."
Carolyn looked to where Victoria was pointing, acting as if she could see the tiny column on the mountainside. A grim smile crossed her face.
"So! Think you're going to knock-up an Elf Princess as well as a bunch of her Elves, eh? Let's see how good you are with your...my cock after this!" Then she threw her hand out and a distant, but loud, crack of abnormally deep and echoing thunder shook the prairie.
Then Victoria gasped as massive dark clouds began tumbling over the mountain top and rolling down the mountainside.
The Guild Elves had made good time and reached the one third point, actually a little farther than that, in only three hours. But then their first real obstacle faced them.
A wall of stone, with nary a crack better yet a gap, completely crossed their path, most effectively blocking it. It was a good nine feet high and four or more feet thick.
And above it, swooping at an arrow safe altitude, was a good dozen Cockbats.
"They knew we'd run into this." Roger surmised, meeting with Gem at the foot of the barrier. Moonbeam, just returned from looking over the rock wall, nodded in grim confirmation.
Gem, too, nodded. She carefully studied the barrier. "Yes, no doubt. But fortunately we have good Bowelves who'll keep those Cockbats away. This bright sunlight, too, is a big benefit!"
Then they heard, no helping it, the rumbling thunderclap. Then all saw the blackened clouds billow over the mountain peak and start rolling down upon them.
"That is not good!" Moonbeam squeaked. "Cockbats see well in the dark!"
"Those are Loki-damned dark clouds, too!" Stryker added.
Gem shook her frowning head. "Damn Desiree! I thought with her away from here, heading to meet Queen Thora, she'd wouldn't be able to do this!" She turned to Roger. "We gotta move and get over this before the cloud completely blots out the sun!"
"Dark is bad when you're fighting Cockbats!" Moonbeam added needlessly but with all the seriousness in the world.
Roger just nodded.
"Move!" Gem barked.
The Elves moved.