"Move!" Gem barked.
The Elves moved.
The roiling black clouds tumbled down the mountainside at a seemingly ever increasing rate as the Guild Elves assaulted the boulder wall blocking their path. With typical Elven efficiency Stryker scaled the front wall in order to draw up the two BowElves, Sharpeye and Longrider, atop the twelve foot high wall. They immediately began extremely accurate cover-fire against the soaring Cockbats overhead. Before Stryker had the knotted rope draped over the four foot thick rock wall they had scored three hits and brought one Cockbat down.
"The Cockbats were not too good at anticipating when the clouds' darkness would reach us, so they dropped too low too soon," a grinning Gem, admiring her BowElves' skill, said to Roger as they prepared to climb the rope. "Cockbats are not the most intelligent of foes," she added, then turned to the other Elves waiting in line for the climbing rope, "No trophies today, girls! Just get by the scum we have to face and up the mountain!" Then she looked up at Stryker, atop the barrier handling the climbing rope, "You too, Stryker! No heroics and no trophies!"
Stryker, in her element atop a wall facing utmost danger and demonic challenge, just grinned down and nodded.
When it came time for Roger to grab the rope the excitement and his adrenalin had him jumping up without thinking that this was his first attempt at anything athletic (non-sexually, that is) since he had come to Lokin. Then he was climbing up the boulder, hand over hand up the knotted rope, like an olympic athlete! He didn't even need Styker's assistance. (Roger had suspected that was why Gem had put the buff, heroic Guild Elf up there in the first place: To help him, a mere Male, if necessary!) He knew adrenalin had to have something to do with such a performance, as well as the natural masculine desire to impress a bunch of youthful, supremely athletic, beautiful, sexually active and 'available' females (though Elves and a Fairy as opposed to Human females), but he hardly broke a sweat climbing up, across, and then repulsing down the other side of the twelve foot high boulder wall like he was some kind of professional rock climber!
Afterwards, standing at the foot of the wall, eyes wide and breathing deeply in near adrenalin overdose, he realized that he felt great...mentally as well as physically! Wired...every neuron firing in tune, every muscle toned and ready...eager to work! He felt downright heroic! Looking around him, he saw that every Elf near him had the same stance...ready for action, eager for confrontation! Like those Cockbats dodging and running away from arrows overhead, Desiree had better watch out this day!
Moonbeam, hovering at his side through the entire climb, beamed at him in his physical glory. She looked like she wanted to climb into the sack and "thank" him properly...Fairy style!
Of course, Moonbeam always wanted to do that!
Nonetheless...
Was this place great or what?
Then a roar, like a freight train or a 16 inch naval artillery shell in flight, passed overhead...
Before Roger could even look up Stryker, from atop the wall, was screaming, "Dragon!"
As his eyes tried to catch up to the monstrous shadow streaking overhead, Roger saw Gem turn back to the BowElves still on the barrier.
"Get them off, Stryker!" Gem yelled. "Get off the rocks!"
Roger's eyes caught only the tail end of the beast, after it had shot overhead and just before it banked up and away down the mountainside towards the descending wall of boiling black cloud. By his quick estimate it resembled some middle sized dinosaur of roughly twice his height, one with weird bat wings coming from the sides of its back. Ugly, warty green skin, leathery, with lots of claws on its fingers and toes and a long, though somewhat thin, tail.
"No!" he then heard Gem cry out and he dragged his vision back to the wall they had just climbed over.
The top of the wall was empty...
Dragonshaft took a moment to look over his catch, now that he was passing under the comforting layer of sun blocking cloud. He still had a couple of thousand feet of air under the clouds, so he no longer needed to worry about plowing into a rock outcropping while flying under the clouds.
That would hurt!
That was nice of Desiree to surprise him with a covering cloud layer! A bit tricky at first, though, flying down the mountainside through the black clouds! Nearly bounced off a couple of big boulders...
But it really helped his approach, exiting into the sunlight right out of the edge of the clouds, so close and going so fast that the Bowelves could only get a couple flights each off against him before he was upon them!
While usually their arrows bounced harmlessly off his hide, one of the little...Elves had managed to put a shot into his front hip, catching an unarmored seam between two leather covered plates. It stung with each beat of his wings, reminding him constantly and rhythmically...
He hated BowElves!
He looked down at the two futilely struggling Elves clutched firmly in his hands, their feet kicking impotently, their dangerous arms pinned to their sides by his supremely strong claws. He could see the splinters of one of their bows entangled with those futilely squirming arms.
Good!
Just keep those arms still, and they can't use their weapons! Desiree had taught him that!
Not that their swords could do much damage against his hide, but his snout, his nose, as well as...other parts that Desiree had given him were...sensitive to being poked, stabbed, slashed...
He shuddered in mid-air.
Looking up at the reassuring blanket of nearly thunderstorm quality black cloud, he silently thanked Desiree. But, after all, that was the least she could do after making him join in this somewhat silly battle with Guild Elves.
He wasn't afraid of Guild Elves. He just...didn't like fighting them!
But Desiree had been insistent that he join in. So insistent that she took away his pet, Miriam, who had been helping him learn how to use the huge balls and cock Desiree had given him a couple of months ago.
Miriam was...had been fun! And very cooperative, once he had pushed his cock into her holes a few times!
But now, she was gone. For three whole days she had been gone.
Those balls of his were now full!
But Desiree had promised him another Elf to replace her! One he could keep for as long as he wanted...and could keep her snug and safe pinned under him in his cave!
Miriam liked that part the most: Snug and pinned under him!
He looked down at the two Elves again. He had two Elves now. But Desiree had said he could keep one.
He had two.
Right now...
He carefully studied the two Elves...their faces...their figures...
There! The one in his right was more...hmm...meaty!
Without looking at the other, he nonchalantly tossed her aside.
Longrider went tumbling, screaming, away into the semi-darkness.
Stryker, furious and frustrated by the overpowering grip of the dragon, suddenly gasped and stared, white eyed, as Longrider fell back away, thrashing and screaming wildly when the moronic dragon threw her away!
Was that to be her fate? she thought as the figure diminished into a mere dot.
Then she saw a number of the black kite-like creatures called Cockbats abruptly collect around the rapidly falling speck that had been her fellow Rider, Longrider.
For the first and only time in her existence she prayed for a Guild Elf to be captured by a Cockbat!
Then she saw the dragon's other claw armed hand reach over and rip her vest open! He brought her right up to his ugly snout, his eyes fixed on her freshly freed, bouncing babyfeeders. It looked like he was leering at her heaving, perfect suck cones and rapidly hardening nipples!
Of course! He was, after all, a lecherous dragon! "I'm going to kick your ass, Dragon!" Stryker roared (as much as an Elf can roar) into his grinning muzzle.
Then she felt his hand holding her relax, letting her shoulders to straighten and her tits to spread more apart.
He wanted a better view of her tits! Stryker realized. Just like Sir Roger!
But in opening his hand a little to allow her vest to part, giving him a more 'natural' view of her 'maidenly' charms also freed her right arm!
With lightning speed her hand shot for the hilt of her sword. Stryker got the blade nearly completely out of the sheath before the beast caught her wrist between the tips of two claws...
Pinching those claws together, only lightly, nearly crushed her wrist and severed her hand. Stryker screamed wildly from the vivid pain. But just as quickly, under the merciless pressure of the dragon's claw pinch, her hand went numb and she lost her grip on the sword hilt.
Her sword followed Longrider into the cloud shadows behind them.
She held her painful wrist in her other hand as his triumphant, omnipotent claw then hooked the waist of her tights. With a snap he shredded them.
He leered openly at her unElf-like muscular thighs and the very Elf-like wet and pink, bald slit between them. "Now, you be good and I not hurt you more! Okay?" he said. "You look tight! Good! Miriam was tight! Not any more! I guess I used her too much! But now you will be my pet. Miriam has been taken from me, so now you will be my pet? Okay?"
Nearly naked of clothing...completely stripped of weapons...streaking through the air thousands of feet above rocky boulders, what choice did she have? Reluctantly, not smiling nor happy one bit about her choice, the Elf brusquely nodded.
The dragon did smile. "Good! I am Dragonshaft. You will be my pet! You will like me!"
Then Stryker saw something appear from underneath Dragonshaft's hips and between his spread legs. It jutted out quickly, hugging his belly in the slipstream. It was long, and thick, and not leathery or rough. And it looked just like a...
Stryker swallowed as her throat constricted and her belly thrilled. She suddenly had fear, near terror actually. She had never been really frightened this day until she saw that...
It was the same fear...the same terror she experienced the time she had finally realized that 'Sir' Roger's/Loki's Cock was about to penetrate her anally...whether she wanted him to or not. It was the terror of every Guild Elf, of every Elf really, of being dominated by a hideous, hated, Male Cock...
That same type of intimidating, huge, will crushing Cock starting to jut out from Dragonshaft's loins.
During her brief bout of vision inspired sexual terror, Dragonshaft hadn't missed a syllable of his semi-babble, "Miriam liked me. So will you! Just as soon as I get you back to my cave and stick my cock into you!"
"You just try!" Stryker bravely shot back. The nerve of this...lout!
But then she looked back into his reptilian eyes and suddenly there was a flush to her face, to her whole body, and she knew she was breathing, panting really, much harder than her past physical exertion demanded. She was also...hot.
The Dragon was...affecting her!
Dragonshaft's smile broadened at seeing the Elf's reaction. He, of course, ignored what she said. Just like he ignored what Miriam had said when they first met. Its not what they say, its how the Elf acts when impaled on your cock that counts, Desiree had told him!
He took his right index-claw and planted the needle-sharp tip on her throat, just under the panting Elf's jaw.
Stryker's wide eyed vision locked on that claw. The end of that claw looked not unlike the blade of a gutting knife! It could open her up as easily as her sword!
Then the dragon slowly, and oh so gently, slid that claw down Stryker's flesh, over her throat, between her heaving tits, down her jumping, six-pack belly, to her bulging sex mound.
As he progressed downward the Elf's breath caught in her throat, and her flesh would jump and her tits would quiver where ever that blade-like claw smoothly and gently stroked. She couldn't believe how wickedly pleasant that claw felt!
As he stroked near her baby butt smooth mons veneris, the Elf moaned.
Completely involuntarily.
Stryker couldn't believe how gentle, how subtle, and how...effective at turning her on that claw was! Now she knew what running her fingernails over Hermione's naked schoolgirl flesh, only with the ultra-sharp sensation of the needle-like claw added, had on the girl. It was devastating to her dragon hating will!
Panic then gripped the Elf as she realized that the Loki-damned dragon wasn't through!
When he ran the claw back up, her eyes threatened to roll up into her skull and her hands furiously gripped the sides of his Elf holding hand, giving the claw an unimpeded access to her quivering, perfectly muscled Elf body. Over the next couple of minutes she whimpered and wailed as he continued tormenting her, driving her to full distraction.
When he had her thrashing mindlessly, he extended his reptilian tongue. Bifurcated at the tip, the blood red lingus pressed between her slightly parted thighs, spreading them fully apart, to Stryker's humiliation, with ease. Then he sent each branch of his tongue tip into each of her holes.
"No!" she breathlessly gasped when both her pussy and asshole were breached simultaneously. "Damn you, dragon! Please! No!" But she could do nothing, held in one open hand two thousand feet up, except to curse him.
And enjoy what he was doing to his new 'pet'!
Ignoring her, he began tongue fucking both holes, driving deep and spreading her wide, before sending another claw to each of her pebbly hard nipples.
To torment them.
Stryker raised her sweat dripping head, her teeth clenched furiously, her eyes wide and white, fixed on Dragonshaft's. Her arms were hugging the hand under her, and while her knees were as far apart as she could make them, it was not of her choice. She was electrified with sensations, all deliciously sexual, and her body no longer obeyed her, responding only to the devastating pleasure from the despicable dragon: Her claw flicked nipples, her jumping belly, her twin tongue pierced feminine openings...
"No!" she barely gagged out, her throat was so constricted with...unwanted lust!
"Please!" she added, louder.
Dragonshaft just chuckled, then pulled his tongue tips out of her. The panting, sweaty Elf watched with fearful eyes as he directed both tongue tips upon her unhooded clit. Suddenly those two lingual tentacles began flicking; flicking that immediately turned into a blur; a blur that callously directed its whipping action directly upon her unhooded, completely defenseless sex button.
"EEEEEE!" the Elf screeched, nodding her head frantically in acknowledgment of its effectiveness before dropping back upon his palm.
"Please!" Her full throated wail of sexual defeat echoed down the mountainside.
Dragonshaft hastily began beating his wings, hurrying his new pet to his cave...
"He came right out of the clouds..."
"A dragon alright!"
"I saw Sharpeye and Longrider get two flights each into him, the arrows just bounced off!"
"Seized them right off their perches!"
Gem raised her hand and the frantic voices of the Guild Elves died away with but a minimum of delay. She saw Sharpeye stagger to her feet. At least she had jumped...
Sharpeye, looking back at the barrier top with a shocked face, stumbled up to her Commander. "My Lady. Stryker pushed me off. She saved me by pushing me off the barrier. She saved me!" Tears began streaming down Sharpeye's cheeks.
Gem held her by her shoulders a moment, nodding with her admission. "That certainly was Stryker's way!" she answered, her own eyes growing moist. She struggled to control herself.
Quickblade stepped up, a shattered bow in her hands. Gem looked at it, then at Sharpeye. "It looks like your a grunt, now!" she said. "Our last bow..."
Then Gem straightened. Remarkably her confidence and command returned. She turned to her Elves, "Now, Stryker and Longrider...they have been taken! But we must grieve later! We are still free to finish our mission! And we must! Those Cockbats will not dare attack us as long as these boulders tower over us! Now, according to Moonbeam, there are no more blockages for us on this path. From now on only ambushes, from the ground! So stay alert!
"We must go! Sharpeye, take the point! Moonbeam, perhaps its time you go ahead!"
Roger pulled his sword and cut the Fairy's waist cord. She looked at him sweetly, but it was obvious she was terrified.
"Fairies are not Guild Elves...brave like Guild Elves," she told him. "But I will do my duty!" Then she saluted him and buzzed ahead, playfully slapping the tip of Sharpeye's long left ear as she passed the lead Elf.
Laughing at the lead Elf's jerking head, the Elf troop began to regain some of their composure as they set off again.
Then, a few feet up the path, they heard, in the distance, a long, drawn out, "Please!"
Longrider's mind was white with terror as she tumbled towards the rocks. Certainly, being immortal, she wouldn't die. But it would take a very long time, and much subsequent pain, to repair what those rocks would break!
Then something caught her right wrist and she was swinging in a great arc upwards. The arc peaked, at which time she had stopped screaming and her recovering mind noticed that there was a big, totally black 'thing' just above her head.
Then she started swinging back down and a mental picture formed as to what was now behind her and closing. She had only visualized part of the name of the thing before her back smacked into it.
"Cock..." was all she had gotten before she smashed into it. Her back registered stretched, but not rigid, leathery skin. The beating of a big, powerful, (masculine?) heart. A blanket of vivid, living heat momentarily encased about her back.
Then she was falling again.
Only, three seconds after staring the fall, with three whip-like cracks, her other wrist and both her ankles were stung by cords wrapping around them.
Then she was hanging, facing downwards, and rhythmic, powerful gusts of air were washing over her as the edges of her vision registered black, wing-like structures dropping and raising on both sides of her.
"Cockbat!" she said aloud, her eyes closing and her teeth clenching in rising fear!
She heard, and felt, the snort on the back of her neck. It was hot, potent...projecting finality in her fate. "You are doomed!" The hot, hard air sent a tingle down her spine.
Then she felt...something brutally solid, vividly hot, and dripping wet abruptly press against her...
Right between her buttocks!
"No! suddenly feeling small and weak, Guild Elf whined.
Then there were shadows floating, soaring, flying on both sides of her. And there were voices...deep, tonal, whale song-like voices, all around her as she hung, helpless, high above the mountainside.
"Mine!" came above her, vibrating her clothes and skin. "My first!"
From her left, "Guild...good...last long time!"
From her right, "Like Guild...Guild like us..."
From above, louder and more demanding. The vibration seemed to sink deep into her belly, making her womb stir in its timpani note, "Guild like ME first...and again!...you later..."
She heard from both sides something similar to a growl.
After a hesitation, from above her, came, "After Elf likes me...then you!" Another hesitation, then, "All of you!"
Then whistles replaced the growls.
From her left, "Let's see the Guild!"
From both sides, a chorus of "See Guild!" picked up, pounding on Longrider as she hung powerless under the beast. The chorus only died away when the Cockbat above her whistled.
Then tentacles, slightly thicker and nearly twice as long as those holding her wrists and ankles, smoothly entwined about her torso, hips, and thighs. Relentlessly, slowly, knowingly, they embraced her body, then worked into her vest and tights. They were warm, moist, smooth and very sensuous.
And knowledgeable of Elf anatomy! They knew where to go and what to do when they got there!
Longrider caught herself gasping as her breasts were gently, but firmly cupped and wrapped with tentacle. Her gasping increased into a hoarse pant when her tights were invaded from behind and the tentacle slid wickedly down her deep asscrack to momentarily flick its tip over her jutting clit before slipping its tip out of her tights at her bellybutton. Then it began sliding back and forth, slithering back through the natural groove of her pussy and asscrack about half a foot, and then sliding forward.
Then back and forth.
Right over her love button!
"OOOHHH!" Longrider moaned, her legs locking as the evil tentacle sanded back and forth across her clit. That was too much!
Longrider looking up, past her forehead, at those flat, red eyes that appeared to be staring, bemused she thought, right down at hers, and whined.
That deep bass voice seemed to drop an octave in pride, "Guild be ready...ready now!"
And those entwining tentacles suddenly contracted and instantly shredded Longrider's clothing.
All she could do was shriek as the cold air streamed by her wet, aroused flesh.
Then the tentacles were back, with mouths at their tips. Mouths armed with tiny, very sharp fangs. Gripping and then pulling on her pebbly nipples, sensuously stroking her jumping belly and flexing buns, and finally locking on her stiff, unhooded clit they sank their fangs in and began to...
Suck...suck...suck...
The Guild Elf locked in her spread eagle, muscles tetanic, her legs and head quivering from the murderous electric shocks of sexual pleasure originating from those fangs. She couldn't resist it, fight it, deny it. Her nervous system was not longer her own, taken possession of by the stroking, squeezing, pinching, biting, and, above all, sucking of demonic tentacle.
She didn't know how long the beast kept her there, in irrepressible sexual seizure, as it slowly flapped through the cloud covered sky, the other beasts around her endlessly commenting, and demeaning her, as she suffered blissful, horrid sexual torment.
But when it finally stopped its tentacle attack and let her cramping muscles relax, she was in no physical or mental position or condition to defend herself from any assault.
Belly and chest heaving, open mouth drooling into the slipstream, hair plastered to her head with sweat, Longrider just couldn't get enough air into her, couldn't generate any energy to kick her legs or tug on her arms. She had never been so physically helpless before!
Then a red hot, velvet lined, dripping wet and arm thick iron-like pole pushed through her buttocks and settled into her vaginal opening.
Closing her eyes in doom, crying streams of tears of utter frustration, she shook her head frantically, whining loudly, but futilely as the unbendable hooked cock of the Cockbat effortlessly impaled her.
"No..." she gasped when her belly began swelling as the first foot of girl tube was filled.
Her eyes popped open and bulged, and a feeble "Please! No more..." gasped out of her when the brutally rigid and blunt tip of the thing pressed resolutely against her cervix, and then went right on going.
When the bulge formed, the size of a softball, just below her sternum, all she could do was cry out, "OOOOOHHHHHHH!"
Then the beast began fucking her, sliding the three foot long hooked cock in and out of her in nearly two foot strokes, thirty strokes a minute, and all the former Guild Elf who had went by the name Longrider could do was scream.
And cum like she never had before.
Serenely the Cockbat, with his screeching, thrashing Guild Elf prey hanging ecstatically under him and accompanied by his escorts, coasted fluidly towards their temporary roost atop an especially wide boulder near one of the peaks in the Impassable Mountains.
There were already another dozen members of their gaggle soaring over it, waiting their turn...
Just over an hour of hard climbing after the barrier 'incident', and after a warning cry from Sharpeye at the point, Roger looked up to see Moonbeam flying back down the steep path towards them. She was coming home in one big hurry. Even before she reached the point of their column he could see her eyes were wide open, anime round and very white.
The entire Guild Elf troop stiffened when she flashed by Sharpeye and nearly overshot Gem and Roger.
It hadn't been the first time she had returned from flying up their path to reconnoiter. Every ten to fifteen minutes, over the past hour, she had done so. But always at a measured and much more leisurely pace.
This was the first where she had returned in a blur.
"Ambush!" she squeaked to Roger. "Ambush!" she repeated to Gem. "Oh, there is such an ambush ahead!"
Lady Gem stepped closer to the hovering, wide eyed Fairy, raising her hands to calm her. In a deliberately quiet and unruffled voice she spoke solely to the buzzing Fairy, "There, there! Can you describe it?"
After a couple of pants, Moonbeam nodded. "About fifty feet farther the path levels off...almost level for...I don't know how far...But I can see down the level path that the right hand wall breaks. Maybe one hundred feet down there are two breaks in the wall on the right. They both look about the width of 4 or 5 orcs. There is a boulder, maybe twenty feet long, between the two breaks."
"Why do you think there's an ambush?" Roger whispered to her so no one else would hear.
Moonbeam's eyes were still saucer round and perfect white when her head snapped towards him. "I saw a...tentacle being pulled back into the second gap!" Moonbeam nearly screamed in quick reply.
The troop began buzzing. They knew what that meant...
"Did it have...you know...a cockhead at its end?" Gem asked.
Moonbeam just nodded, fast and franticly.
"Sex-squid!" Gem cursed, looking at Roger. "Damn! And without our BowElves!"
Roger, recalling the battle with them earlier, didn't need an explanation of the tactical difficulties of their position.
"We can take them, Commander!" Sharpeye roared to the loud endorsement of the other Elves. They wanted some payback! "We can slice through their tentacles faster than they can use them!"
Gem turned from her literally cheering troops back to Roger. For the first time, at least since she was pinned under him when he 'redefined' their relationship last night, serious doubt crossed her face. Looking him in the eyes a moment, she then nodded and turned back to her troops. "Ok! Without BowElves this will be tricky! First of all, and most important: We are not here to defeat them! Get by them! Do only enough to get us past them, and then break off! Is that clear...?"
The worked up Guild Elves replied as one, "Yes, Commander!"
Gem, once again her commanding self, nodded once, quickly. "Good! We'll divide up when we get to the first gap Moonbeam described. Sharpeye takes the lead, on the left wall. Quickblade and Sharpsword will take the right wall, two paces behind Sharpeye. Roger...er...the Arcastrian and I will be ten paces back on the left wall and Mountpleaser and Elfblade will be a couple paces ahead of me on the right wall. Sharpeye will act as decoy and draw out the ambush, from either gap, and the first two on the right will deal with it! Likewise for the second group, if necessary! Understood?"
Everybody silently nodded.
"Good! Move!"
Carolyn, Victoria, and Hermione stared with building horror at the now cloud enveloped mountain range. The entire section of the Impassable Mountains that the Guild Elves had disappeared into was now blanketed by pitch black clouds for miles in both directions.
"What have you done!?" Hermione screamed at the other Mage. "The sunlight was their only protection! How could you?!"
Carolyn turned to the Schoolgirl Mage, her smug grin degenerating into a threatening grimace. "Why should I care if they get the Brisingamen, little girl? They are of no importance to...me!"
"But Roger..." the girl started, eyes filling with tears. All she went through, all that the Elves went through, to get the Brisingamen...she feared wasted.
With a worried look at Hermione, Victoria jumped in with a more placating, calming voice, first silencing and then replacing her as the focus of Carolyn's attention, "Carolyn, why are you now so against Lady Gem completing her mission? Were not you behind sending them in the first place?"
Carolyn's frown at Hermione smoothly morphed into a little smile when she looked at Victoria. "Roger will not torment you any longer, Victor...ia!" she said with a verbal hiccup. "I'll see to that!"
Stepping up to the slightly shorter Carolyn (Victoria WAS tall for an Elf, Carolyn thought, as Victor would have been.), close enough so their jutting tits almost touched, Victoria's increasingly sultry, husky (for an Elf) voice continued to sooth, "But why are you so angry? Why so angry with Sir...er...Roger? He doesn't own me!"
Carolyn suddenly caught herself staring into those walnut shaped, anime-big eyes, and her pant began to lessen. "I own you!" she silently told herself. Then, aloud, "I...wanted to be sure you were not...hurt by him!"
Victoria's eyes softened, but didn't break their fix on Carolyn's. Her beautiful Elven face softened with a widening smile. "That was very considerate of you, Carolyn! You do...care about me, don't you!"
The way she said 'Carolyn' was so soft and...wet! Like it was a brook trickling off her...very long...tongue! Carolyn thought, her face, too, abruptly going soft, dreamy. Her pant and fury long gone, she sighed before the Elf's angelic countenance, "Y...yes, I do!"
Victoria smelled of cinnamon and sweetness and warmth...
So nice! Especially after living with the hardness and power of the Dark Lords!
The Elf gently, wonderfully sensuously brushed a strand of hair off of the Human Mage's forehead, then ran her abnormally long, fingernail armed fingers through Carolyn's hair just above her left ear. Victoria's breath sent invisible waves of cinnamon and...passion around her face and head. With every breath Carolyn tasted cinnamon and...raw, torrid passion!
"Do you remember our...meeting? In the tent?" Victoria husked, stroking the Mage's hair.
Her lips were so red, so wet, so kissable...
Carolyn just nodded, all she could do, her eyes now wide and wet like some sweet anime darling about to be carried away by her warrior prince.
"I remember you...and how warm and soft you felt..." Victoria whispered as she closed in until the tips of their tits, their now rock hard nipples, touched. Until their lips almost touched.
Carolyn's pant started up, abruptly. But now it clearly had nothing to do with anger or fury.
Victoria smiled a little bit and finished her sentence, "...how warm and soft you felt...under me."
Carolyn panted out loud. It was almost a whimper.
Hermione stared wide eyed and open mouthed at the pair. Even though she personally had experienced the power that Victoria, that all Wood Elves, apparently naturally possessed permitting them to sexually dominate Humans, either Male or Female, with ease, she was still awed with Victoria! Awed with how quickly Carolynfell under Elf's inescapable potency for seduction, especially since Carolyn had been obviously empowered by some kind of Black Magic, maybe even Dark Lord Black Magic. The Schoolgirl Mage had been told that the Wood Elf had gotten Roger to...cure her of Desiree's last spell upon her by using the same technique but...
Just the same, she couldn't...didn't want to believe Humans could be so easy!
Maybe it wasn't just her, Hermione consoled herself, that was easy to bed by Elves! All Humans were cheap sluts when they faced Elves aroused to and for Human pussy!
Must be the cinnamon-breath!
"May I ask a favor of you, Carolyn?" Victoria whispered into Carolyn's open, panting mouth, her hair stroking hand smoothly slipping down to the middle of the Human's back. She dragged out 'Carolyn' again, seeing the passion rise in the woman's eyes as she stared up in rapt engagement.
Her lips came ever closer...
The Elf's back embracing arm pulled them slightly closer together until Victoria's naked, superiorly firm and conical tits compressed Carolyn's larger but more pear shaped and slightly less firm sucksacks.
Then Carolyn felt that...cock, abruptly become sandwiched between them, pressing firmly and dominately over her belly. With that intimate, dominate contact she gasped out, "Yes! Please, what?"
It had to be a cock! Carolyn screamed at herself. It had to be Victor's cock! It couldn't be an unnaturally enlarged clit!
But Victoria was finishing her seduction, and Carolyn would not be permitted any further thinking on her part. As their lips just began to touch, and Carolyn's eyes closed, she whispered, "I want you...now!" Then she crushed Carolyn's lips to her own.
Carolyn moaned wantonly, like the common Human slut all Elves knew Humans were, and melted into Victoria's arms.
Victoria pressed home her advantage, her left arm reaching behind Carolyn's back and plunging down inside the back of her tights to possessively grip the Mage's broad, but still firm, magically enhanced right asscheek.
Carolyn didn't do a thing but jerk slightly when the Elf's wickedly long and sharp claws gripped her in a no-nonsense predatory butt-hold.
Soon the Human was loudly gagging as Victoria sent her lingual weapon to work down her throat. Now towering over the slumped back, head tilted back woman, the Wood Elf completely dominated the formerly all-powerful Mage.
Hermione shook her head in disbelief as Carolyn began moaning and grinding her soaked mound against Victoria's rigid pole. Since the Human's hips were wider than a Wood Elf's, Hermione could clearly see the sides of Carolyn's hips as they moved. Side to side her broad pelvis went, rolling and then flicking her obviously stiff little clit across Victoria's huge clit shaft. Then, once the Human Mage had planted her thin cloth covered sex button upon the Wood Elf's upstanding, monstrous girl sexpole, she began humping up, grinding her clit against Victoria's in sharp, short upward pelvic thrusts. She was acting like some junior high school slut at a dance!
Then, unbidden, the Human reached both hands between her and Victoria to grip that cock-like clit! She again moaned wantonly into Victoria's mouth when her hands registered the feminine fulfilling fatness of the clit and the possessed Mage eagerly began stroking, then openly jacking that jumping, over foot long feminine phallus.
What a slut! Hermione exclaimed to herself.
Just like me! she countered, again to herself, with a blush.
But Victoria had the Human Mage going, but good! She slipped her ass grabbing hand into Carolyn's broad asscrack, plunging between her full ass and then between quivering, wet thighs until long, powerful Wood Elf fingers were flicking drenched, hanging labia around.
The lip locked Human was abruptly up on her tip toes.
Victoria suddenly discovered another way you can tell a Human female from an Elf: Elf's ears are longer than Human's and Human's labia get longer than an Elf's!
Then Victoria pulled her tongue out of Carolyn's swallowing, gagging throat, and then broke the kiss. Looking down on the closed eyed female, the Wood Elf broke into a broad smile.
An all too predatory smile!
Carolyn hung in the Elf's arms a long moment, her eyes closed, her hands rapidly, rhythmically, and effectively beating on the huge clit stuck up between them. Victoria was patient, especially if the Human continued to jerk on her! She was quite good at jacking phallus!
"Oh, Victor! Take me!" Carolyn abruptly gasped.
Victoria looked at Hermione and mouthed "Victor"? Hermione shrugged back.
Then Carolyn opened her eyes. Quickly locking on Victoria's eyes, she smiled with a sweaty, passion filled face. "I've waited so long for you to say that, Victor! Take me, please!" Then she reached up and, wrapping her arms around the Elf's neck, pulled them into another torrid kiss.
Victoria wasted no more time. Removing her soaked hand from the Human's pussy and ass, she yanked down Carolyn's tights, leaving them wrapped around her ankles. While clearly the Human had used magic to...rejuvenate her body, she maintained her basic design: Wide, full hips, buttocks meaty and broad, but not as jutting bubblebutt-ish as a Guild Elf though, (artificially no doubt) still youthfully firm and muscular. Her thighs were not skinny, but were mostly muscle and quite well toned. When the Wood Elf ripped open her midriff baring, harem-like blouse, the Mage obediently dropped her arms to aid in removing it. All while maintaining the kiss.
Hermione got a nice view of mature Human sucksacks as Carolyn's blouse was removed. They were not Elven perfect, of course, but most attractive anyway: Bigger than any Elf's, at least of those she had seen naked (which had been allot of late!), they were slightly pear shaped, with large oval nipples that were, needless to say, furiously erect at the moment.
And not by the cold!
In 'Sir' Roger's measuring system she was a good 'one and a half handfuls' of suckling delight!
Then Carolyn's arms went around the Elf's neck again as Victoria's hands seized a wide, white human asscheek. There they remained until the heroic kiss finally broke.
The Wood Elf smiled down on the panting, flushed Mage's face. "Well?" she husked, squeezing each of Carolyn's big buns with completely inhuman strength. "Do you want me?"
"Oh, yes, Victor!" Carolyn immediately replied. "It has been so long!"
Victoria's smile faltered momentarily. "It has only been...what?...three days?" Then she shrugged.
Victoria bent the completely compliant Human backwards until she was flat on her back, naked, on the grassy ground. Settling alongside Carolyn, Victoria reached up to the wide eyed Human's face and brushed aside a strand of hair. For a long moment they just lay there, gazing unblinking into each other's eyes.
Finally the Wood Elf simply and calmly ran her hand, actually the tips of her fingernail armed fingers, down between Carolyn's big tit mounds, over her dancing belly and navel, over her babybutt smooth sex mound and right in-between the woman's parted thighs.
Mrs. Hobson arched her impressive trunk dramatically upward as the fingers slid down her, thrusting her babyfeeders into Victoria's leering face.
At the Human's sex mound the Elf immediately plunged her hand into the Mage's loins and began fingering her bald pussy.
Expertly.
And Carolyn howled and thrashed as the Elf tortured her sex. The Mage's knees instantly flew apart, spreading her thighs for Wood Elf access while her hands desperately gripped the grass alongside her. Carolyn's melons, being magically enhanced, were big and only slightly less firm than an Elves, but they shook and shimmied like they were jello under the Wood Elf assault. Jello moulds with a rock hard little red cherry at the top.
A cherry that Victoria bent over and nursed on at her leisure.
As Carolyn thrashed and wailed.
Abruptly, not stopping her writhing under the expert assault of the Wood Elf, her right hand shot between them and seized Victoria's clit.
Nothing, except maybe Flare's fist-rape, could come close to what this Wood Elf/Victor was doing to her! Never had she wanted...NEEDED more to spread for a good, thorough, belly plowing! Never had she felt so feminine in her submissive need to be mounted!
Never had she ever spread her legs wide and clutched a hugely long and thick phallus before with such willingness!
Once Carolyn had finally spread the knees of her flailing legs wide open, and clutched that monstrous clit of the Elf, Victoria relented in her 'foreplay'. Pulling off of the Human's thoroughly suckled tit with a needlessly loud slurp, she removed her absolutely drenched hand from Carolyn's completely opened up pussy.
Grabbing her tights still bunched around her ankles, she used them to pull Carolyn's compliant legs up over her body until her feet were above her head. Then the Wood Elf slipped the twisted tights under the Mage's head and behind her neck. Now she couldn't bring her legs down!
With a smirk, Victoria climbed into Carolyn's wide open and offered up saddle.
All Carolyn could do was smile blissfully...from between her ankles.
Hovering over the Human on her hands and feet, the Wood Elf waited and then watched as the woman guided wrist thick Wood Elf woman-sticker into soaked Human puss. With a quick, perfect, sword-like thrust, the Wood Elf buried her meat into Carolyn's belly.
Human's don't have the narrowness of waist and slimness of hips of a typical Elf. Carolyn's waist was narrow, but by Human standards. And her belly, while broad and uniformly flat, couldn't come close to the firm flatness of a Guild Elf's. Human's can...accommodate Dark Lord Cock, or Guild Elf fist, much more easily, at least physically, than an Elf.
But Carolyn's belly still formed a swollen tube up it, from just above her jutting, babybutt smooth sex mound to just about her navel, when Victoria drove into her. Then, after pulling back, Victoria began thrusting powerfully and quickly, driving and retreating over and over, matching her fucking rhythm to that she had been using on Hermione before her latest sexual victim had interrupted them.
And Carolyn? That first manly thrust into her guts had her grimacing as if it had been her first, virginity sacrificing, acceptance of Male glory. When the thrust was repeated, a count later, her chest heaved and her teeth ground together. When Victoria got her fuck rhythm established, there was only fast and shallow breathing and boob jiggling pleasure.
Panting and hoarsely grunting, she looked up at Victoria from between her face straddling feet, teeth clenched and eyes squinting as Victoria's clit rhythmically smashed against her cervix.
"OOOHHH!...Oh!...Oh!...Victor!...Oh!...Oh!..." she gasped breathlessly, her hands abruptly clutching the powerfully working Elf's shoulders. "You're...so big! You...go...so deep! OOOHHH!...love you!"
Victoria smiled down at the fucked Mage. "Do I feel good? I'm not hurting you?"
Carolyn grunted as her womb convulsed in nearing orgasm, "Don't stop, darling! What a man you are! You're soooo deeeep! So good! OH!OH!OH!OH!OH!OH!OH!OH!OH!AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" He fucked so good! Never had he driven as deep or thrust so powerfully when she was young! Now she just couldn't deny him anything! So potent! So virile! She loved her Victor so!
Wood Elves were known for their endurance. They could run through their hilly woods, up and down steep hills and around endless clumps of trees, all day without becoming winded. It was well established that they could run down Guild Elf steeds. Not outrun, but run down.
Victoria now demonstrated that that endurance included horizontal athletics. She fucked the Human Mage into the ground with a hard, full, relentless stroking that went on and on and on...
Hermione sat down on the log after about ten minutes of continuous pussy stuffing. Bored, she began rubbing her own clit, still stiff, in time with Victoria's thrusts.
She jerked herself for a long time.
And Carolyn came, screaming, wailing, howling, for a long time. For a good half hour of continuous, belly swelling, womb dislocating power fucking, Carolyn exploded under the smoothly driving Wood Elf.
Hermione gradually slid off the log to the ground, hiking her schoolgirl skirt high above her navel. She didn't stop her increasingly frantic clit rubbing as she watched the live porno show of Elf fucking Human before her. Her flattened palm gradually increased its speed and pressure upon her button until, near what appeared to be the end of Victoria's use of Carolyn, she was sanding her button in a blur, her near Elf quality and sized tits jiggling tightly and rapidly.
Everything reached a climax together, speed of thrusting, orgasm peak in Carolyn, orgasm in Victoria. Everything, that is, except Hermione.
Victoria finally held herself buried in Carolyn's vessel, grinding away her own bliss, as Carolyn, mindless now from a half hour of machine-gun orgasms, silently convulsed. When the Wood Elf collapsed upon the Mage there was, at least, a moment of blissful silence.
Except for Hermione's frustrated whining.
Victoria rolled off the exhaustedly fucked Human, her monstrously swollen clit exiting Carolyn's belly with a slimy slurp. Immediately the jerking, whimpering Mage rolled over, legs still up, into a fetal position.
Victoria lay on her back a moment, breathing deeply, before reaching for her clit and stroking it in a self satisfied manner.
Hermione, still jerking herself off, stared at the towering phallus, dripping with Carolyn's pussy juice. It looked even bigger than when they had started!
Damn but she want it now!
Then Victoria raised her head to gaze on her throbbing clit...and saw, just past her clit, Hermione rubbing her own sweet, bald HUMAN pussy!
"My Dear!" the Wood Elf smoothly said. Just as smoothly and athletically Victoria rose to her feet. "You seem to be in some...difficulty!"
The Schoolgirl Mage just stared at the jutting clit, longer and thicker now than she had ever seen it!
Instantly she wanted it...inside her!
She wanted to scream 'no!' back at the Wood Elf, just so she wouldn't be as easy as Mrs. Hobson had been! But her body would have none of it!
The confidently smiling Wood Elf looked down as Hermione spread her legs...wide!
Victoria's smile broadened. "Let me...finish what we were so pleasantly...engaged in before Carolyn interrupted us..." she stepped towards the enthralled teenager, her phallus jutting out feet before her.
Hermione, eyes wetting with tears of humiliation and frustration, nodded her head eagerly as the Elven sex beast arrogantly approached.
Suddenly there was another silent flash of brilliant light, and yet another figure was standing behind Victoria on the edge of camp.
Victoria turned and gasped, "Oh, no!"
Hermione just gasped.
The figure planted her fists on her hips. "I am Moira! Please pardon my...abrupt arrival!" She towered over even Victoria, both in height and in tits. She stepped forward and her slit sided skirt (all the clothing she wore) revealed long, strong, delicious legs popping out as she strode.
And 'something' that pushed out the front of her ankle length skirt at the end of each stride. Something long and thick and huge!
She glanced at the shocked Victoria, then dropped her eyes to an equally shocked Hermione, and the teenagers hiked skirt, wide spread thighs, and soaking wet, bald pussy. Aroused bald pussy! "Excuse me if I have interrupted anything important!" she smiled, momentarily leering at the girl's pink slit.
Suddenly recognizing her display, Hermione slammed her legs together and yanked her skirt down.
Moira chuckled. "Such a...precious, delicious child!" she said sweetly...
It sent chills up Hermione's spine.
Moira turned to Victoria then, all business. "Do you know who I am?"
Victoria, frowning, nodded.
"Good! I want you!"
Victoria's eyes opened in utter horror.
"There is something you must...do for me! I am afraid that time is short, so say goodbye to your little sextoy over there!"
Then, before Victoria could even look at Hermione, she disappeared into a flash of brilliant light.
"Victoria!" Hermione screamed.
"There! There!" Moira replied, as if talking to a little child. "There's nothing you can do about it! Might as well stay out of trouble!"
"She's my friend!"
Moira's eyes opened sarcastically. "I imagine she was! What with what she had to pork you with, after school, each day! I can understand how a slut like you, you are Human, are you not, could become...attached to a Wood Elf like Victoria!"
"I'll stop you!"
Moira's laugh seemed to echo off the mountaintops. "You sweet, dear little girl! I could just eat you!" Then Moira's eyes flared. "And I just might...if you force me to! Now, you might be a Mage, but you must realize that you are seriously out of your league! You have already gotten yourself in enough trouble just flashing those delicious virginal loins at me. You distracted me from my mission here!"
Then Moira's eyes dimmed and her serene smile returned. "Let me give you some sage and very expensive advice, little Mage. Don't you for a moment think you can challenge me...on anything! I can swat you like a...No! Better yet!" Then Moira swept her skirt aside and her Lord Dread Cock, all two feet of living iron crystal, flipped up into Hermione's eyes.
"AAAHH!" the schoolgirl screamed from just seeing the monster.
Hands on hips, Moira smirked. She watched as the Dark Lord 'influence' went to work on her.
Hermione's terror almost immediately faded. It was replaced by waves upon waves of building lust, belly quivering, pant generating, pussy dribbling lust. Within seconds Hermione couldn't take her eyes off of the most exciting and beautiful thing she had ever seen!
With a totally evil chuckle, Moira went on, "There, little Mage, what do you think now?"
"Woof!" Hermione barked, eyes locked on the prick, a twisted smile of pure, young horniness on her sweet, leering face.
"It really works, doesn't it, little Mage? You don't want to fight me! You want to get on your knees and suck me, don't you?"
Hermione, the lust distorted crooked smile just broadening, just nodded.
"You see, you don't have a choice! I can crush you...rape you...enslave you whenever I have a mind to! Your feeble magic talents are a joke compared to this!" and she flexed the monster, making tons of wormy goop drool from the tip to the ground.
Hermione's eyes followed every last rope that slid out.
"You'd squat down on this thing, if I gave you permission, wouldn't you, slut? It would rip you asunder, just getting the head into your little pink slit, but you'd do it, wouldn't you? Happily, as a matter of fact!"
Biting her lower lip from the thrills that surged through her from just thinking about sitting on Moira's lap, hoping from one leg to the other like a little girl needing to pee, Hermione nodded.
"Now, I really don't want to rip you apart! I have Elves, and Human sluts like Carolyn here for that pleasure! I am really doing you a big favor in this, but I'm going to leave you here..."
With a whine, just like a little girl, Hermione looked up at Moira's face for a moment, "No!...Fuck me!...Please fuck me!"
"Maybe a Cockbat will come by and do that for me! But, incase one doesn't, I'll do the next best thing!" Moira looked past Hermione at the Guild Elf horses tied down in the pasture. "Those are Guild horses, aren't they?"
Hermione nodded.
"Is it true what they say about Guild Elves and their horses...after a long, lonely day on the trail?"
Hermione continued to nod.
Moira smiled. "Then I want you to do that to all their horses tonight, and tomorrow morning, before you start off for home! And swallow it, remember! It is not polite to spit it out! And when you are squatting, and swallowing, under each mount tonight, I want you to remember me and what I told you today! Someday you will thank me!"
The flash of brilliant light knocked Hermione on her lusciously plump and round ass. When she shook her head and could see, Moira was gone.
As was Carolyn!
She was alone! "Oh, no!"
She sat down on the log, frantically thinking of where the nearest Guild Elf camp was. Where anything was, as long as it wasn't associated with Desiree!
The Elf Army was to the...west. Not too far...on horse.
She looked over her shoulder at the horses. "I've got ten horses to get..." her voice faded out as she saw what was...hanging down from under each and every one of the Guild horses.
Suddenly Hermione's belly began to growl. Stomach pangs.
She was hungry!
Her tongue shot out, cleaning her lips, as she literally began to drool down her chin.
With Moira's laughter in her head, and her eyes locked on the nearest mount's long, thick, delicious looking meat jutting towards the ground, Hermione stood and, stepping over the log, opened and dropped her skirt.
Ball busting naked, she walked up to the nearest, the first, horse. She hugged his snout, gave him a sweet "National Velvet" kiss, then squatted. The horse bobbed his head happily as his huge cock jerked up and down, throwing worms of wadd into the smiling face of the Schoolgirl Mage as she crabbed under him.
Grabbing the swinging, nodding cock to steady it, Hermione opened her mouth as wide as she could and...
Gulp!
Dragonshaft carried a panting, sweating, almost sexually overwhelmed Stryker into his fog filled cave.
Almost overwhelmed.
In the back, where he had 'enjoyed' Miriam and her troops over the past weeks, he simply dropped Stryker onto the floor.
She landed on her firm, round butt, raising a cloud of dust. But she immediately jumped up.
If she only had a sword! she though, looking around but always keeping an eye on Dragonshaft as the dragon ponderously moved around in the semi-darkness. Loki-damn it, but that was an intense ride! She nearly came a half dozen times, just from playing with her!
But now that I'm on the ground, sword or no sword, he's going to pay! she assured herself.
Then Dragonshaft's muzzled face peered in from the surrounding fog. He pressed his snout right up to Stryker. He inhaled her fragrance.
"Hmmmm!" he growled. "Elf smells good! Elf smells like sex!"
Stryker took one step back, then smashed the dragon alongside his muzzle, just as hard as she could. "No way, lizard!" she barked. "There is no way you're going to...to...no Male will ever..." Then she thought of Sir Roger, and immediately threw the thought out.
"But...I am proposing!" the dragon replied, rubbing his snout. Then he stepped forward and raised up on his haunches.
Stryker's eyes turned to saucers at the size of the cock that reared up just under his belly! Had to be three...no...four foot long! As big as her leg!
"Miriam loved me...loved this!" he said. "Once she got used to it!"
Stryker nodded with a forced smile. "Right! I am sure! Once she got 'used' to it! Now you look here! I am not your Miriam and you are not going to put that...thing...into me!"
Then, with a timpani thud, Stryker heard and then saw two balls the size of small boulders drop to the ground between Dragonshaft's rear legs. Then his belly hugging cock dropped to horizontal.
He bent down, bringing his vulnerable snout within range. "That hurt!"
Nodding, Stryker replied, "Good!" and immediately jumped straight up, twisting her body like a skater. Her right leg extended half way through the twist, and impacted shortly thereafter right alongside the area where her fist had earlier struck.
"YEEOOOW!" Dragonshaft roared, raising up out of range and gripping his snout. As he rose his hips moved forward.
But that brought his out-thrust Cock close enough!
Stryker squatted just as the twice head sized Cockhead came into range. "YEEEEAH!" she screamed while punching the underside of the glans with everything her right arm and extending legs could generate.
"YEEEE!" went Dragonshaft as his stiff cock flew up to bounce off his belly and then descend to smash into the floor, raising a cloud of dust.
Stryker, three strides back, couldn't help but grin, watching the MALE dragon dance around the back of his cave, holding his muzzle in one claw and his cock in the other. She nodded in satisfaction.
When he finally stopped dancing, she called out to him, "You had enough? I don't want to hurt you. You just take me back and I'll forget all that groping and sexual abuse you did on the way here!"
Dragonshaft then turned on the smirking Elf, his eyes glowing...red. "You...You are supposed to be my toy! You don't hurt me! You make me...angry! Miriam never made me...angry! Argh!" Then he charged her, up on two legs with his cock, like a lance, leading the charge! "I'll show you..."
She waited, smiling irritatingly, until he was just upon her. Then she simply stepped aside and his cockhead went past her...
Until she dropped backwards, supporting herself on her hands and viciously kicking the underside of the speeding by cock with her explosively extended right foot.
As she rolled away Dragonshaft's cock bounced, like a basketball, between his belly and the floor at least four times before the dragon literally tripped over his dribbling dork and went face first into the floor.
Stryker just laughed at him.
Huffing and puffing, snorting and growling, the dragon scrambled, not without at least some dexterity, back to his feet.
And immediately charged again!
Stryker shook her head. Men never learn, do they? Maybe I'll try for his balls, this time. It will hurt more!
Stryker suddenly noticed that his cock was not aimed right at her, this charge. It was a little off to the side.
Well, I won't have to move...
Only when it came time to kick, just as the cockhead came alongside her, Dragonshaft suddenly, and very effectively, stopped! Then she saw that the cock wasn't within range!
It was moving away from her!
Swinging away from her!
No...wait!...swinging towards her!
"OOOOF!" went the Guild Elf as the stiff cock shaft behind the glans, like a baseball bat striking the ball, smacked into the Elf and sent her flying a good ten feet.
"Ah!" she cried when she landed, and started tumbling, head over feet, for an additional six feet before coming to rest face down in the dust.
"I learned that from Miriam!"
Stryker nodded ruefully as it was her turn to scramble up from the floor. "Won't...can't make that mistake again!" she told herself, hearing the thumps of the dragons approach.
He came on much more slowly this time. More carefully.
Swinging his cock before him!
Stryker gawked as the cock swung back and forth before Dragonshaft. With each step it swung all the way to the right, then to the left.
She looked behind her. Plenty of room to give ground. Well, just don't let him get it close enough to hit you!
When his swinging cockhead got into range, she punched the glans as it slid by.
"Ouch!" went Dragonshaft. But he kept going!
Taking a step back, she punched him again!
Dragonshaft grunted.
She suddenly had some tacky, yellow-white stuff on her knuckles. Taking a quick look, she thought, "Blood?" Of course not...wait a minute! She took a whiff...
Cum!
She punched him again and nearly her entire hand became coated.
Precum! She could see it pouring out the tip.
Pouring out on her every-time she hit him!
Then he sped up his steps and the speed of his swings and suddenly she was hitting his cockhead like it was a punching bag...rap!rap! rap! rap! rap! rap! rap! rap! rap!
And poor Dragonshaft was wincing something awful!
But he kept right on coming!
Stryker, hardly breaking a sweat, could use his cock for a punching bag all day. And it really must be hurting that dragon, they way he was wincing. And his cockhead was getting downright red from the punishment!
But every-time she hit him, a spurt of precum would shoot out onto her hands, into her face, hanging in worms from her stiff, tender nipples.
And the stuff was slippery...especially for her footing!
"OOOPS!" she gasped when her right foot slipped like on grease. And her right cross slid harmlessly, and painlessly, off the outside edge of the cockhead that was approaching her...
Face!
Whap! as the precum covered glans smacked into Stryker's precum smeared right cheek.
The Guild Elf stopped a count, blinking her eyes, trying to clear them.
But she didn't have a count. Seconds later the glans smacked into her left cheek, spinning her around. Glassy eyed, she wound up facing Dragonshaft...and his oncoming Cock!
This time he used it like a lance, aimed at her naked, sweaty, cum stained belly.
"Ungh!" went the Guild Elf when Dragonshaft jabbed her right on her navel.
He was very good at it. Not hard enough to really hurt her, nor knock her down. Just let her know she was punched, good and proper, and to make her stagger back a step or two.
To give him room.
So he could do it again!
"OOOF!' Another hard butting in the belly, knocking some more wind out of her.
Then another, and another, and yet another! Three punches in the belly in just as many seconds.
Other than grunts with each blow, Stryker could do nothing but stand there, horribly dazed, and take it.
"That is enough!" Dragonshaft declared the battle over. "You ready to be my friend!"
All Stryker could do was shake her head.
At least, until Dragonshaft pressed the tip of his cum drooling cockhead into Stryker's face!
Like icing, his coiled, lumpy precum covered her face as the spongy, hot, and delicious glan-meat wrapped around her stupefied face. Her nose slipped right into the slit so she could inhale not only the odor, but the cum itself.
After a moment Dragonshaft pulled back, leaving a swaying, dazed Guild Elf with worms of wadd hanging from her nostrils and sheets of precum drooling down her face. Then, the coup de grass:
His cock dramatically uppercut the Elf, the tip of the spongy head perfecting catching Stryker's chin.
She left her feet, flying backwards a good three feet off the floor to impact the floor some four feet away. Spread eagled on her back, she didn't move.
Dragonshaft rushed up, gripping Stryker around her narrow waist in his two clawed hands. "Now we have sex!" he proclaimed happily as he pressed her hot, wet body against his equally hot, hard prick. He rubbed her up and down the pole, like she was some masturbatory doll.
"No!" she gasped, dazed, physically and mentally dazed.
But growing horny from just the smell of his jism and the touch of his cock.
"Oh, yes!" He replied, turning her away from him and then lowering her to the floor.
On her hands and knees.
"No!" she screeched when his oozing cockhead pressed perfectly between her bulging, musclebound buns. "No! You can't...it can't...I can't..."
"Miriam said that once, I think!" Dragonshaft said, pressing his glans deeper between Stryker's asscheeks. "Didn't stop her from liking this!"
Then he thrust.
And Stryker screamed.
And the immense cockhead disappeared...
Into Stryker.
"OH! Please! Please! PLEASE!" the Guild Elf begged as the monstrous glans spread her rectum. She couldn't believe it could fit within her!
Then he thrust, and a foot of cockshaft followed his cockhead!
Stryker gnawed on her lower lip as her belly swelled and her bowels spread. She shook her head as the sensations...the pleasurable sensations...abruptly and unwillingly filled her.
"You will like me, now!" Dragonshaft said confidently as he continued to pressure more meat into his Elf.
"NOOOOO!" Stryker cried, head dropping and her right fist pounding the floor, raising many little clouds of dust. Loki-damn this dragon! It was starting to feel...good!
Why are Elves so...weak!
"Miriam could take...liked to take more than this!"
Stryker caught her breath as yet another foot of leg thick cock slid...easily into her bowels. She was gasping for air, now, her lungs couldn't fill properly because something was pushing all her guts around! Even Roger didn't go this deep!
It was starting to feel really good!
No!
"More?" Dragonshaft asked while thrusting.
"No!" Stryker tried to scream, but it caught in her throat. That cock was caught in her throat!
"Here is where Miriam liked it most! This far is when she came best! Do you want to cum, my new toy?"
Stryker shook her head, but the rest of her was starting to convulse. And the convulsions were growing, getting stronger, more often, more...pleasant.
"I think you want to cum now! You can! I don't mind!"
"AAAAAHHHHHHEEEEEEEE!" Stryker abruptly screamed as her muscles locked in response to the wild, never before experienced orgasm. It was wonderful! Just stuff her with a couple of feet of leg thick cock and she goes off for anybody!
As she dropped her head to the dust floor, cuming her brains out, she castigated herself: "You are such a slut, Guild Elf!"
But the orgasms would stop.
Then Dragonshaft growled. "You are so good at squeezing me when you cum! Miriam was good, she could always get me off when she came in the butt! But you squeeze so much more...AAAH! You are good at this!"
Then Stryker's tear filled eyes popped open when she...tasted something! She had tasted it before, but from the outside...
Cum! Roger's cum!
This didn't taste as good!
But it already was inside her! In her throat!
Throat?! Going which way...
Stryker's startled head popped up, her cheeks suddenly bloated. The next time Dragonshaft went "Ah!", two inch thick and feet long jets of jellied dragon babystuff spewed from her nostrils to connect her to the floor.
With the next "Ah!" Stryker couldn't hold back the Red Sea any further and her mouth popped open and, "Ralph!",she vomited a quart sized spurt of dragonchowder in a violent gush that went a good three feet before hitting the floor.
Each time Dragonshaft went "Ah!", Striker vomited wadd.
And came like a common Elven slut...
For her dragon.