Moonbeam had been quite accurate in her description, Roger recognized, when the troop reached the gaps in the right hand wall of the path leading to the Brisingamen Temple. There were two openings in the over twelve foot high wall, each appearing about ten foot wide, with a boulder, at least twenty foot wide and not quite twelve foot high, between them.
As instructed, Sharpeye carefully stepped in-front of the first gap, though from the other side of the path, while Quickblade and Sharpsword hugged the right wall at the edge of the gap. Eyes fixed on the shadowy space of the gap's interior, Sharpeye soon came to a stop.
"I see boulders in the gap, about ten to fifteen feet back," she whispered. "Nothing moving back there."
Gem, standing before Roger about fifteen feet behind Sharpeye, nodded. "Be certain!" she replied.
Sharpeye signaled to Quickblade to move forward a step.
With another curt nod, sword up and ready, Quickblade first looked around the edge of the wall, then stepped fully into the gap. Roger could tell her legs were flexed, ready to jump back instantly if anything materialized from the boulder strewn shadows.
After a long, tense count, nothing moved.
Quickblade nodded back to Gem, who signaled with her hand for the Elves to move forward.
Sharpeye switched her vision to the next gap and stepped carefully forward. Quickblade and Sharpsword, more quickly, crossed the first gap and moved up to the edge of the boulder at the second gap. Mountpleaser and Elfblade set themselves up at the edge of the first gap as Gem and Roger, along the opposite wall, passed across it.
After a moment's wait to let everyone get into position, Sharpeye carefully strode in front of the second gap...
Instantly a good half dozen glans tipped tentacles, each tens of feet long and as thick as Roger's leg, erupted from the gap.
All aimed at Sharpeye.
Even before Quickblade and Sharpsword could jump in, Sharpeye had smoothly severed the cockheads, and not a few feet of following tentacle, of the first two appendages that neared her. Then the other other two Elves jumped in, ambushing the remaining tentacles as they stretched across the path, trying to get to their sister Elf.
No sooner, though, did they hack three of the remaining four tentacles to thrashing, cum tossing sausages, then another six tentacles assaulted them.
Gem turned back to Roger. "Keep close to me! Block the tentacles if they get close. You're not skilled enough with a sword to sever them." Then, after signaling the last two Elves to move forward, she rushed forward herself, followed closely by Roger.
Suddenly Roger was whacked alongside the face! He opened his eyes wide, trying to focus on the rapidly swaying, flexing, snake-like 'thing' before him. He felt something slimy run down his cheek, where he had been slapped. It...smelled...
The odor instantly and disconcertedly reminded him of something intensely...masculine while distinctly nonhuman...like a barn full of prize bulls...
"Damn, the long, squid-like tentacles moved fast," was the first thing that came to his mind as he tried to visually pin down the wildly gyrating cocksnake. Raising his sword, stroking as quickly and powerfully as he could, he viciously cleaved through otherwise empty air.
Then the tentacle, faster than he could actually follow with his eyes, slapped his other cheek!
Now he had too scummy cheeks!
Quickly he realized that he really couldn't do a thing with the assaulting limb other than put his sword before him and block the tentacle when it came close enough!
Then, after a minute of barely adequate self-defense from (homosexual?) sex-tentacle harassment, Gem smoothly sliced the six inch thick tentacle clean through before going back to her own business, side by side with Sharpeye.
Most grateful for her aid, and even more grateful that she hadn't used the same sword stroke against his own 'tentacle' last night, Roger stepped back a couple strides to get his bearings. Then Moonbeam, who had been hovering behind and above him, tugged on his ear. When he looked up at her, she was pointing...behind them!
Hastily following her arm he saw, from out of the 'cleared' first gap, tentacles!
"Look out!" he screamed at the two rearward most Elves, Mountpleaser and Elfblade. Even before he got his entire warning out, there were what appeared to be an entire forest of tentacles surging through the gap.
Right at the furiously battling Elves.
From behind them!
Then he saw a startled Elfblade, waist enwrapped by inches thick tentacle, hoisted off the ground and tens of feet into the air.
Gem heard his shout and turned, her battle-wide eyes widening further when she saw an Elf in the air. "Mountpleaser!" she screamed, pointing at Elfblade rising into the air.
Roger saw Mountpleaser hastily turn and, incredibly, immediately slice right through the nearest tentacle coming from what had been behind her. But just as lightning fast, she, too, was seized by the waist by one tentacle and her sword arm immobilized by yet another around her wrist. Then, screeching her protest, she was also hoisted up and back through the gap.
Gem could only scream, "No!"...
Elfblade froze when she felt something firm, hot, and anaconda strong wrap around her waist and then lift her effortlessly into the air. Quick as an arrow it drew her up above both the wall and the battle. She looked down to see the first squid, battling her friends. spread out below her, pressed between boulders alongside the wall, like some disgusting slug.
A slug armed with some dozen twenty or more foot long penises!
Then she looked straight down and saw the ominous tentacle wrapped around her waist!
Directly below her feet she could now see the other squid, the one holding her, stuffed among boulders just behind the first gap. The spaces between which had been empty just moments before.
Its huge, all too human appearing eyes were tilted up, fixed on her!
With a howl she swept her sword blade down behind her, trying to strike the tentacle holding her waist, but missed. Looking between her legs, she saw the reason: The tentacle was coming up directly between her legs, not giving her any target that wasn't already pressed hotly against her own warm, smooth flesh!
She rolled the sword hilt in her hand, preparing to strike at the upper part of the tentacle, rising up from her waist between her shoulder blades...
But the tip of the snake-like appendage abruptly wrapped around her neck and, with immense strength, simply squeezed.
Elfblade's eyes bulged as her entire head turned red.
Then the beast bent the Elf back like a bow through the twin grips it had on her waist and neck. When she was bent back sufficiently, the two parts of the tentacle holding her abruptly spread, pulling her hips in the opposite direction from her head.
With a most unheroic "Urk!", Elfblade went limp in the beast's grip, her sword falling from her seemingly lifeless hand. The motion certainly would have severed the spine of a mere human...
Then the tentacle around her neck relaxed and Elfblade's hue and breathing returned to normal.
Elfblade slowly regained consciousness to see her mirror image hovering not ten feet before her. Mountpleaser struggled futilely with not one but no less than three tentacles, one for each of her hands and one around her waist. Her sword, too, was gone...in this case wrenched from her hands.
Abruptly Elfblade noticed her neck was freed, but she quickly had reason to wish it wasn't for the tentacle tip that had held her there was now rooting around in the back of her tights! She grabbed frantically at the thick tube holding her around the waist, tearing and clawing at it with her only remaining weapons, her fingernails, but to no avail. Except for some nasty looking scratches, she could have no further effect up it.
Then the hot, wet tip of the tentacle surged between her clenched buttocks!
She slammed her legs together, but the beast was much too powerful for even her horse hugging thighs to withstand. Her thighs were spread apart with humiliating ease by the ever driving sex-snake.
She looked over at Mountpleaser, who looked just like her...clutching now with freed hands at the tentacle wrapped around her waist while the other two tentacles pulled her tights down to her ankles. Then, ignoring her frantic clawing, wrapping around her two ankles, they proceeded to relentlessly spread her resistant, naked legs wide.
"No!" Elfblade screamed as her own thighs spread under the overwhelming power of the tentacle and then, in a wild panic filled rush, she was penetrated.
It felt as thick and mercilessly rigid as Sir Roger's Cock had been that night, but it took its liberty with her without any consideration of her well being. It was as if the beast knew she would accept its lance...and react to it just as expected! With a loud, forced gasp, she felt the beast plunge up into her belly.
Now all she could do was wiggle as the tentacle phallus surged up into her, inch by irresistible, girl tube stretching inch, until the tip pressed murderously up against her cervix.
She looked across at Mountpleaser and again saw a mirror image. She was spread wide apart, though her legs no longer needed holding. Elfblade could see the dramatic bulge running up the middle of her belly almost to her navel. She could see the tube bulge dramatically outwards, then move back and forth and finally in and out...
No wonder Mountpleaser hung there, glassy eyed with drool running down her chin from a listlessly open mouth! What it must feel like to be forced to accept such outrageous penetration and fucking...
Suddenly there was no more thinking about Mountpleaser, or the battle below, or anything outside of her. There was only what was happening inside her! Her mental processes, her very consciousness, rudely and fully became focused on one place...one area of her body...one action...
With a long ragged moan she felt a spicy hot, copious fluid flood her girl tubes from her womb to her massively stretched vaginal opening. She knew what that fluid was. She had had it injected into her before. Just not as much as now...
Squid-cum!
Tons of it.
Then the Elf's eyes glazed, and nearly rolled up as hot, lusty emotion surged through her, from her womb on out through her body. In short order the hot, tingly, lusty sensation passed through her blood to saturate her body with...NEED! Need for penetration, fucking, stuffing...
"Ungh!" she grunted, her stuffed belly heaving once as the first of many, she feared, orgasms struck her like lightning. She no longer looked at Mountpleaser, nor at the ground, or anywhere. Abruptly all her mind's attention was focused on the feet of tentacle stuffed into her little Elven belly.
The tentacle began moving. First down about a foot, then, like a rocket, up back into her until it smashed, most satisfyingly, into her womb. Then it immediately repeated itself.
Over and over.
And Elfblade broke. She no longer had to wait for the next orgasm. It came, over and over, each time the tentacle smashed into her girl guts. Like a jackhammer the tentacle flew in and out of her in a blur. And Elfblade exploded in a rapid staccato of orgasmic hammer blows until her head was aimlessly jerking about, glazed eyes no longer able to fix on any particular object, a fucked stupid grin on her otherwise insensate face.
If she had been able to see, and realize, she would have seen Mountpleaser in exactly the same condition. Except Mountpleaser had another tentacle cockhead surging into her throat, already having fucked through her wide open, hungrily sucking, precum drooling mouth.
Then Elfblade saw a shadow, a blurred vision, of something sweeping, waving before her dazed eyes. Blinking a couple of times cleared her vision enough to recognize...
The swollen, purple glans of yet another tentacle!
Waving before her face.
Drooling long worms of yellowish squid-cum all over her chin, nose, cheeks...
Swaying before her suddenly fascinated eyes as if offering something to her...
Elfblade gripped the tentacle in both her hands to hold it still, then, opening her mouth wide, she aimed the glans right at her open maw. The tentacle, greasy with squid-cum, suddenly surged, sliding through her hands and driving the cockhead deeply into her gagging mouth.
Then Elfblade, like Mountpleaser, closed her mouth, and eyes, and began to give hot, hungry suck...
"No!" Gem cried, taking a step towards the now disappearing Mountpleaser.
Then Roger hastily grabbed her upper right arm.
She violently ripped her arm out of his hand. But, at least, she stopped.
Roger and Gem then looked towards the first gap. The Squid was making a hasty exit, with its prizes, before the Elves could do to it what they were doing to its mate.
"No!" Gem yelled again, tears in her eyes, and she strode towards the retreating Squid again.
Roger wrapped both arms about her, admittedly unintentionally getting a damn good feel of class A Guild Elf tit, but he held her back.
"Let go of me!" she screamed at him. Then she brandished her sword...its point suddenly and perfectly located under his chin!
"Uh...Gem...er...Lady Gem...please!" Roger hastily replied, and equally hastily let go of her jutting, Elven perfect boob. "You ordered us to not attack them, remember?"
Gem's fury abated, but only slightly. She looked back at the near disappeared Squid, "But they are my troops!" She took another step, but a token one, not very far. "My girls!"
The sound of battle was dropping off quickly, now. Roger took a moment to look up and saw the other Squid, minus most of its 'arms', likewise beating a hasty retreat. In fact, Sharpeye was disengaged and stepping up to him.
She looked at the visibly shaken, and physically shaking, Lady Gem with sympathetic eyes. She looked at Roger though she was reporting to Gem, "They're retreating, M'Lady! The path is clear...Shall I..."
Roger put an arm around Gem's shoulders and drew her to him. "We'll...I'll get them back!" he whispered into her ear. "I promise!"
Moonbeam appeared, on the other side of Gem's head. "The Temple! It is just ahead! Not far! We go...get away from this ambush! Please?!"
Gem looked at Sharpeye, then back at Roger. With a sniffle, she looked into his eyes and her firm demeanor returned. With a nod to him, she turned back to Sharpeye, "Yes, disengage and move on. Follow Moonbeam, we'll be just behind. And watch out for traps!"
Smiling, Sharpeye nodded in turn and then turned to Moonbeam. With typical Elven speed, she slapped the Fairy's bubblebutt playfully.
It still sounded like clapping wet hands together to Roger, who stared at the reddening, jiggling Fairy butt meat.
"Let's go, Moonbeam! I want to get this mission over with!"
With a frown, and a well displayed rub to Roger of her well projecting buns, Moonbeam nodded and was off.
"Yes," Gem said to Roger as they followed. "I want to get this mission over with, too!"
Silenus peered over the boulder at the edge of the Temple. He was located behind a boulder that formed part of the outside wall of the 'path' going up the mountainside, just where it ended, dumping into an open 'courtyard' bordered around the edges by a semi-circular row of mostly ruined columns. The blocks of the columns, as well as the ruins of the buildings, seemed to blend into the block-like boulders that were scattered all along the mountainside. It was perfect concealment for a creature such as himself.
He was hardly more than five foot tall, with his lower half resembling more a goat than a man, with thick, wooly fur covering him from his navel down to his hooves. Other than wooly-like hair, thick and curly, atop his head and a similar hairy covering around his lower jar, his upper body was human-like and hairless.
Oh, and the ram's horns jutting from the sides of his upper head.
His hooves began to impatiently paw at the ground underneath him as soon as he saw his first Elf, literally his first one, coming up the trail! Hugging the top of the boulder with his strong hands, he felt his cock, over a foot long and at least three inches thick, begin wetly slapping the rock before him.
It didn't surprise him for his cock was always jutting out through his fur, always rock hard and always drooling...
Silenus, and his 'brother' Hylaeos, were not very bright. They were not very old, either. Cassiopeia, who had been sent by Desiree to command her gathered forces against the Elves, had told him that, matter of factly.
She had introduced herself, and the world they were in, by stating that, in a world of immortals, they were very special, indeed! Having a recent beginning ('birth' she had used) and a certain future (end?) was truly unique here. She had told them, in terms that were totally meaningless to them, that they were the result of Desiree's work with 'recombinant DNA' and a sudden, and brief, interest by her in duplicating creatures from Earth's classical literature. They had been 'born' just two weeks ago.
They were called 'Satyrs'.
And they possessed just what they needed to fulfill their 'destiny'...
Cassiopeia had went on that, unfortunately, Desiree's techniques were not...thorough. She had left out, either in genetic design or process, a good part of their cerebral cortex. In short, they had just enough mental capacity to do their job, here, in the Impassible Mountains.
Cassiopeia had finished with: "That was all you were designed...created for...stop the Guild Elves."
"Stop the Guild Elves"...He still really had no idea of what she was talking about...until he finally saw his first Guild Elf! Suddenly he knew what he had been made for!
He had rarely felt such surges of...lust, he guessed to call it. A horny, muscle tightening, heart pounding, energy producing...craving to immediately jump upon the delightful creature slowly walking up the path!
Only when another Elf, like Cassiopeia, bent over in front of him, thrusting her curved, firm buttocks into his face, had such sensations surged through him.
Now he was literally pissing precum down the face of the boulder!
She was so desirable! Just the right height to match her charms with his rock hard chest, shoulders...jumping cock! His eyes made out each of her delectable feminine elements as she approached: Firm but jiggly breasts partially hidden behind her vest, bumps of pebble hard nipples showing through said clothing; strong and smooth thighs outlined by skin hugging tights; bare, flat belly with that deeply indented navel; with every cautious step her camel-toe blatantly outlined in her pants!
He could hardly restrain himself!
She carried a long tongue of metal, 'steel' he abruptly recalled from somewhere. A...'sword', he proudly added!
What it was for, he hadn't a clue. Maybe to balance that wondrously full and round butt jutting out in back?!
But suddenly Hylaeos, standing, like him, behind the next boulder on his left, went beyond simply pawing the ground with anxious hooves. With sudden, and quite stupid, male urgency, he bounded straight up atop the boulder, then dropped down the other side and made straight for the suddenly startled Elf!
Quickblade froze and gawked at the blur abruptly atop her! It moved so fast she couldn't even follow its approach with her eyes!
Silenus never realized, had never been told by Cassiopeia, how fast Satyrs could run! In less than two seconds Hylaeos had covered the approximately twenty feet to the Elf. Then, with the wide eyed Elf just gawking at the Satyr, Hylaeos picked her up the her waist as if she weighed nothing and, just as quickly, returned the two of them back atop the boulder!
Quickblade did nothing but gawk, frozen, until the Satyr dropped them behind the boulder. Then she realized that she hadn't even dropped her sword...
"No!" Cassiopeia, hastily running up from behind the temple, cried out as she witnessed the abduction. "The sword! She still has her sword..."
Silenus looked from Cassiopeia back to Hylaeos, a frown on his usually permanently grinning face. 'Sword'? What was so important about that?
Hylaeos was facing his 'brother', about ten feet away, as he lowered the Elf to her feet, his strong hands still fixed around her slim, firm waist. He quickly looked his first Guild Elf up and down, his normal grin widening, his always iron bar hard prick jumping in anticipation of what lay hidden behind those tights.
Then Silenus saw the Guild Elf move her arm with a lightning quick thrust, saw that tongue of metal...her 'sword', move abruptly forward...
Right into him, a few inches above his navel, with the tip of the 'sword' slicing through and out his back! No sooner done than she reversed her arm movement and the bloody 'sword' slipped completely free of Hylaeos' now blood spurting body!
Hylaeos' grin abruptly dropped as he looked, in sudden shock, at the now smirking Guild Elf. He had never experienced before what had just happened to him! He wasn't sure if he liked the feeling of his blood coursing down his lower body to the ground!
Tears abruptly formed in his eyes, then cascaded down his cheeks as he looked up at the Elf's triumphant face. "Why?" was written across his own sad, confused face. His magnificently muscled legs buckled, and he sank silently to his knees.
Quickblade planted her right foot upon the Satyr's chest and disdainfully pushed him upon his back. For a brief count he weakly writhed upon the muddy ground, only a single pitiful moan escaping his lips, before he was still.
Silenus, not really knowing why, suddenly had a new emotion seize him: Anger! Without thinking, which he really wasn't used to doing anyway, he rushed forward, eyes fixed on his target...Elf ass!
Quickblade stared down at the motionless Satyr, then at her bloodied sword. Was he dead?! She had never seen a monster actually dead before! But he certainly looked...dead!
Then her tights were halfway down her thighs! Looking over her shoulder, she saw another one of those...things! And he had a unbreakable grip on her sword arm!
Silenus, knowing enough to take hold of her arms so she couldn't use that mysterious sword on him as she had on Hylaeos, held her firmly in place and thrust his hips forward. His ever rigid, wet, and long prick slipped naturally from its positioning and angle of upward slope between her buttocks and then thighs, bulling apart and then sliding through her labia and over her stiff, little Elven clit.
Quickblade hissed vividly from the wicked, undeniable pleasure generated as that long, broad cock ground over her clit. Her thighs quivered, then spread, instinctively, as the prick slid back over her button.
Never had she felt such raw feminine pleasure!
Mindlessly furious, the Satyr pulled back until his drooling cockhead fitted most innately between her bulging buttocks, then immediately drove forward again.
And, due to the instinctively natural curve of his prick, and the Loki inspired design of the Elven genital tract, his thirteen inches of wrist thick Satyr meat shot right up into Quickblade's girl guts.
The Elf gasped raggedly as her belly swelled. Eyes rolling up abruptly into her skull, she lost all control of her limbs and, as she dropped her sword, her knees buckled. Then all that was holding her up was the Satyr's powerful grip on her arms...and the nearly thirteen inches of bone rigid cock up her twat.
Silenus grit his teeth as her tight, wet, deliciously hot pussy gripped his not thin organ, milking it instinctually, while his upthrusting hips ground his cockhead against her docile cervix. His meager mind suddenly registered: This was the first time he had ever penetrated someone else! It felt oh so damn good!
Too good! His softball sized balls were tightening against his body, and he could feel his cock, nearly swallowed into hot Elven belly, begin its warning jerks already! Somehow he instinctively realized that he was going to...
Cum!
With no warning other than a roar of primitive male triumph, the Satyr exploded into the overwhelmed Elf, spewing jet after viscous, copious jet of Drow poison laced semen right into Quickblade's womb!
All the Guild Elf could do was moan from the wondrous pleasure of being fertilized by such a potent, dominate male beast!
The Drow poison, spreading from her womb as it was designed to do, seized the poor Guild Elf's mind and suppressed all of her self-defensive mental functions. Within seconds, before the beast mounting her had even finished unloading into her, she was helpless in his deep penetrating clutches.
Then Cassiopeia stepped up before her. The tall, pale Wood Elf smiled, her fangs extended.
Sharpsword, just a few feet behind Quickblade, broke her own frozen silence when she heard Quickblade's gasp of deep penetration. Staring at the boulder behind which the Guild Elf had disappeared, she acted, to Roger, as if she were going over in her mind just what to do.
Gem, trying to get close to the traumatized Elf, gasped out, "No! Don't go after Quickblade! We have to get to the Temple!"
Sharpsword turned back to Gem. Her eyes were wet with tears. "Commander! I must! Did you hear her cry! I cannot leave her to that beast!" Then she was moving.
"No! Damn it to Loki! You can't save her!"
But Sharpsword was no longer listening...
Running full speed towards the boulder, without as much as a glance at Sharpeye who was moving into the Temple's courtyard off to her left, Sharpsword leaped dramatically and landed upon the boulder's top.
But then, seemingly simultaneous with Sharpsword's landing atop the boulder, the Satyr leaped up, standing, straddling over her head as she lay sprawled atop the boulder, already reaching for her ass...
With a wild yell she felt her tights ripped in two, then she was pulled through Silenus's spread legs to fall, face first, to the ground on the other side of the boulder.
Silenus took a moment to look back at the other two Elves, and the strange...thing with them. Then he grinned, flexed his drooling cock, and was gone...following Sharpsword.
Sharpsword landed with an "OOF!" on her attractive chest with a cloud of dust. She landed at Cassiopiea's feet...
Gem pointed Sharpeye into the courtyard. "There is nothing we can do now for Sharpsword...Keep moving!" As they continued around the curve in the path and into the Temple's courtyard, Roger and Gem saw Moonbeam buzz back around the same curve.
Then they heard Sharpsword's scream...
Moonbeam turned momentarily towards the hideous scream, then back to Gem and Roger. "The Altar of the Brisingamen is there, in the far left building. The Drow entrance into the mountain is there, too!"
"Good!" Gem said, looking, too, at the wall behind which her two Elves had disappeared. "Let's get this done!"
Roger nodded, hurrying up as Gem nearly sprinted ahead.
Sharpeye turned away from Gem as she disappeared into the leftmost building in the ruins. Abruptly she became cognizant of the abrupt and deep quietness that had descended upon the mountainside. Hours of almost continuous climbing and combat, now at their goal...
Now quiet. Not even a stone rolling down the hill.
Too quiet...
Scanning slowly and competently the entire semi-circle of temple ruins curving around her, sword up and at the ready, she hoped she was far enough from those boulders that Sharpsword had disappeared behind to react in time if that...hairy male thing should suddenly burst out from behind one. It moved so incredibly fast!
Then, with a start from the Guild Elf, something did come out from behind the last boulder of the path's outside wall. Only it was another Elf!
But this tall, stately Elf just quietly, slowly strode out, not making any kind of movement that could be construed as threatening. Apparently a Wood Elf, she was...different. Very pale skinned for a Wood Elf (any Elf ever seen by Sharpeye, for that matter), with most unusual red eyes.
Glowing red eyes.
Sharpeye stiffened, spotting what appeared to be a the drop of...blood(?) running down from the left edge of the Wood Elf's mouth.
Abruptly the Elf's blood red tongue shot out and lapped up the red streak.
The Wood Elf's eyes seemed to draw the Guild Elf's vision towards them. Suddenly, her eyes locking on the Wood Elf's glowing embers, Sharpeye felt a bolt of raw, crude heat shoot up her spine. Her nipples suddenly ached under and against her leather vest.
The Wood Elf stopped at the edge of the courtyard. In a silky, torrid and wetly low toned voice she spoke, "I am Cassiopeia! Come to me!"
Sharpeye unconsciously gasped, and the fire running up and down her spine began to spread out. Her sword hand clenched her sword hilt, as if to assure the Elf that she wasn't going to drop it. Eyes locked on Cassiopeia's, she had to tell herself to take a breath.
"Come to me!" the Wood Elf repeated, more forcefully. "I want you!"
"N...No!" Sharpeye gasped hoarsely. "Keep breathing!" went through her enflamed mind.
Her thighs, buttocks, belly began quivering, muscles jumping. She felt so...hot!
Cassiopeia just smiled.
Sharpeye had to tell herself to close her jaw when she saw the brilliant white fangs slip down over the Wood Elf's lower lip with the smile. They were so long!
Still smiling, Cassiopeia reached her right arm out towards the riveted Guild Elf and then spoke in a voice of awesome compulsion, "Come here, to me!" Her outstretched hand, palm up, folded her fingers back into the palm as if she were literally and physically drawing the Guild Elf towards her. She repeated her command, slowly, irresistibly, "Come here!"
Sharpeye, her tights and the loins underneath soaked now, shook her head once, feebly. Then her right leg jerked forward.
Then her left leg followed.
"No!" she gasped in a whisper, but her legs, as if no longer under her own mind's control, stepped yet again.
Then her sword hand went limp and, with a soft clang, her sword dropped to the dusty courtyard.
Eyes fixed on the brightly glowing eyes of the Wood Elf, Sharpeye continued to stagger slowly, but steadily, towards the hideously grinning Cassiopeia.
The building was a single room, some twenty by twenty feet. With Sharpeye outside, Gem made directly for the altar. It was a single rectangular block of stone, a good ten feet wide and half that deep and high. It had what appeared to be a door cut in the center, but a door without handles, locks or any other blemish. Other than the door, there were no decorations or designs on the altar at all.
"I wish you knew Elfish..." Gem said, kneeling before the altar. "But Hermione only translated the amulet into Elfish. I hope I can open this before anything happens to Sharpeye!"
Roger saw Moonbeam hovering at the opposite corner of the room from the entrance. "I wish I could help," he said, wanting oh so very much not to be so helpless!
Gem looked over her shoulder at him. "I am afraid your only way out will be into the Drow Underdark, so why don't you check out their doorway while I open this!" She nodded in the direction of Moonbeam.
Roger nodded, then walked across the room to a vertical rectangular opening in the far wall where Moonbeam was anxiously hovering. He heard Gem mumbling something as he went.
The doorway was simple, an opening about six foot high and maybe four foot wide, that led to a rather steep ramp descending into darkness. When he looked up at Moonbeam, an inquisitive expression on his face, she just nodded rapidly.
"I've got it!" Roger heard Gem exclaim. Hurrying back to her, he saw a brilliantly golden necklace of rather baroque design, and great wealth, in her hands.
"This is it!" Gem said, handing it to him.
Roger held it, looking carefully at the jewry. It clearly was the result of expert manufacture combined with artistic genius, appearing to be entirely of gold with gems that looked certainly like diamonds, emeralds, sapphires, and other rare, and expensive, rocks set into it. It also looked, in design, to be more intended to compliment a woman's beauty than a man's handsomeness.
And, holding it in his hand, he didn't feel any different than before they had found it.
"It was originally for the Goddess Freya, who will stop at nothing to get it back, I hear," Gem told him. "Since she had to grant her prodigious sexual favors to four Dwarfs for a week of sexual service to get this, I hear, I believe it when I'm told she would not hesitate to kill to get this back!"
"What is 'in' it?" Roger asked the Guild Elf. He could hear Moonbeam buzzing impatiently just behind him.
"Nothing from Freya," Gem replied. "But rumor has it that Lord Loki put something very important in it. I don't know what, for certain, but Hermione told me she is convinced that, with it, you can impregnate Elves! She told me that she thought that was how Lord Loki could conceive Margarita in our Queen!"
Then Roger saw Gem look down, eyes focusing on his bulge in the front of his disguise, even with his loins. She suddenly smiled broadly.
"Whatever it is Our Queen and the Mage Carolyn will know its importance! You must get this back to Alfheim!" Gem urged him, her eyes rising to lock upon, and then start glowing, from the artifact. Even his inferior male judgement of beauty told him that the object was indeed miraculously beautiful, but Gem was looking at it in a different light. More an expression of reverence than appreciation of beauty.
After a long moment of admiration, the Guild Elf looked up at Roger, her eyes suddenly showing great sadness and...fear, "Now follow Moonbeam and get Flare and then...get out of here!"
Roger returned the look, trying to ignore Moonbeam's nervous buzzing behind him. A great feeling of morose tragedy filled him. She was looking at him as if it might be the last time...ever. "You and Sharpeye, come with us..." Roger started.
She shook her head firmly. "No, I have...a different fate awaiting me! Desiree and I have a...reckoning..."
He saw her shudder vividly. Then he saw her look down once again. At his bulge...
Looking up, she smiled oh so sweetly!
Like Flare had smiled, when they were in camp...alone...
Then the Guild Elf dropped to her knees...
"Please!" Gem said, seizing the hem of his disguise. She started raising it, "Please! M'Lord! One last time...before we part..."
Roger felt his cock jerk with her last words. But his mind, all too easily befuddled in his masculine 'trying to read the mind of a female' status, just locked out the obvious that his more important part...his Loki Cock...had figured out right away. "Uh? Gem..."
His disguise was raised past his knees before she spoke again. "Please! Don't make be beg, Sire! We may never see one another again, after this day..."
Roger shook his head in inability to accept what the Guild Elf was saying, even though his prick was jerking quickly, and eagerly, into iron bar erection.
It knew what the Lady Gem was begging for even if his brain refused to believe it!
She lifted his hem above his waist and his sixteen inch long Elf feeder dropped stiffly down to horizontal.
Right upon the smiling face of Lady Gem.
Splat! it went as ropy worms of precum splattered across her angelic face.
"Please, M'Lord!" she moaned, lapping up the tacky wadd splattered across her face, then that drooling from his cockhead. "Please! One more time, before we never see one another again! Please?"
Roger, dumbfounded as he gawked down on Lady Gem's opening her mouth wide, could say nothing. His brain was boiling and his throat closed from sudden, incredible lust.
Gulp! exploded in Roger's head as the marvelous Guild Elf swallowed his fist sized cockhead in a single, glorious chug.
"OHHH!" Roger moaned in reply, nodding his head as Gem rotated her cock stuffed mouth around the knob of his choad. Then he gripped the delicious creature by her long ear handholds and pulled her, quite callously, down the rest of his pole.
Gem gagged, then choked quite noisily. But her head obeyed Roger's hand commands and proceeded to swill down inches of his arm thick meat.
Roger stood there, panting like a race horse, eyes wide and white watching that Guild Elf cocksucker gulp him down!
He heard Moonbeam's buzzing move from behind and over his head to alongside him. She, too, was watching with wide open eyes. But she wasn't grimacing as Roger was doing, but frowning.
From envy!
"Why didn't you let me serve you, Sir Roger!" she squeaked in indignation. "I would have let you use any opening I have! And I would have begged, too, just like 'Lady' Gem!"
Roger glanced over at Moonbeam, but could only grin. "I'll see...what I...can...do...later...oh shit!"
Gem, with half of his meat swallowed, her throat expanded threefold in making room for him, abruptly had found his defenselessly hanging balls. She set her claws into them...
Mercilessly...
Roger's knees nearly buckled. They did spread.
"Don't you dare cum, Sir Roger!" Moonbeam squeaked, recognizing the warning signs of premature spewgasm.
Gem, red faced, cheeks bulging, throat noisily swallowing and gagging, just nodded as she milked and clawed Roger's babymakers. His cock was jumping so violently as to knock her teeth out!
Roger moaned, again sexually murdered by supernatural Elven throat-fuck, "Please! Don't stop! Its soooo gooood! Grunt!"
Two coiled ropes of lumpy manchowder spewed from Gem's flared nostrils.
"Soooo goooood, Baby!" Roger managed to repeat before his mind disappeared into a white haze of blissful sucked off orgasm.
Moonbeam just 'harrumphed'!
Gem choked, then began quickly, and desperately, swallowing.
And more, much more, manpudding shot out her nose and boiled out of her mouth, down her lowered chin, to slip greasily like soft boiled eggwhite down her perfect Elven cleavage.
The forced swallowing continued, the snot-like spurts out pretty little Elf nose went on, the mush making ball squeezing persevered, until Roger's legs, and testicles, gave out and he staggered back two steps, past a visibly irritated Moonbeam, to lean weakly against the altar. The vacuumous pop as his staggering retreat from Guild Elf cocksucking competence forced his sucked off Divine Cock to rapidly exit stretched out Guild Elf mouth seemed to momentarily rattle the walls of the ruined room.
The first thing Roger could see afterwards was Gem, still on her knees, demurely cleaning off Roger's latest donation to Elf nutrition with her tongue. The second thing was Moonbeam, furious as his prick, with way more brains than his head, rapidly softened, insuring that she wasn't going to get any...just yet.
It was a war zone, after-all!
"OOOO!" she went, momentarily and rarely speechless. Then she saw Gem lean forward and, sending once again her tongue out, snag a long, especially disgusting strand of cum still hanging out of Roger's slit at the tip of his glans. With ruthless, wondrous efficiency, the tongue caught it and dragged it to its doom...
In Gem's ravenous maw!
"OOOO!" Moonbeam repeated herself. "We had better get moving, 'M'Lord'!" she squeaked, most threatening. She gave a smiling Gem the most 'Oh You Are Such a Fucking Dead Slut If We Ever Meet Again!' look Roger had even seen on a Fairy.
Gem rose, eyes still locked on Roger's. "Thank you!" she croaked through a thoroughly cum coated throat. "I will keep Desiree off your back! You two should go!"
Then she looked directly at Moonbeam. "You guide Sir Roger well! You are, and have been on this mission, the best guide I could ask for. We all will need him before this is done! He must get to Alfheim. And I hereby order him to find the time to fuck your little brains out!"
Moonbeam, calming abruptly, looked down and smiled embarrassingly, then nodded. "No matter what happens, I'll see that he gets back to Alfheim! And if you...Lady Gem...should be...taken...I'll come for you with Roger! You won't be forgotten!"
Gem smiled with true affection at the Fairy. "I know! I am counting on that!" Then she turned back to Roger. "Now, I have kept you here too long as it is! We have different roads to travel, from now on! Good luck!"
As Moonbeam buzzed back to the doorway into the Drow Underdark, Roger suddenly reached out and grabbed Gem's hand. Bending over, he kissed the back of her hand. Looking up, afterwards, he saw the wide eyed shock on the Guild Elf's face. "M'Lady! I will not forget you! No matter what happens...from now on...remember! I will come for you!"
Gem's eyes moistened as she stared into Roger's.
"I'm sure!" came from the hovering Fairy behind Roger. "'Coming' or 'Cuming'? Probably both!"
Gem looked over Roger's shoulder at the Fairy and smiled. "Either way," she looked back at him, "I will be eternally grateful! Thank you, both!" Then she turned and made for the door out.
Roger watched her leave, then turned himself and walked up to Moonbeam. After taking another look into the darkness, he looked at the hovering Fairy. "Are you sure this will take us to Flare?"
Moonbeam nodded. "There will be light at the end of this passage. The Drow keeps this dark so visitors will not want to go down it. It is long, over one hundred steps, but is straight and the steps are well carved. If you stoop a little, you will not hit anything on the ceiling."
Roger hesitated a moment further, staring into the inky blackness, then nodded. "Ok, Moonbeam Baby!" he said, nonchalantly reaching out and filling his right palm with her plump pair of asscheeks.
Moonbeam squealed, and then smiled.
As he ran his middle finger between her slightly parted thighs, getting it wet as it pushed aside her soaking wet labia, and then stroking her stiff little nubbin with it, Roger added as he stepped in, "I'll just have to use your ass and twat for a blind man's cane! Hope you don't mind?"
Moonbeam, eyes closed in absolute bliss from Roger's groping of her, just happily buzzed forward into the darkness.
Gem exited the room and froze, gasping raggedly. Her sword quivered as her hand gripped it tighter. The vision ahead staggered her.
Sharpeye! There, ahead of her, was Sharpeye! Only she wasn't alone!
There was another Elf...from her height Gem estimated a Wood Elf.
And Sharpeye was naked. Except for her tights, which were wrapped around the Guild Elf's ankles, she hadn't a thing on! And the Wood Elf was holding her up with one arm under her left armpit, the hand holding Sharpeye between her shoulder-blades, and the other hand gripping the Guild Elf's bulging right asscheek.
But why was the Wood Elf kissing...no, more like sucking...on Sharpeye's neck?
Cassiopeia then opened her eyes and saw the Lady Gem. Seizing Sharpeye by her hair, she bent the Elf's head to the side and removed her mouth from the pierced neck. With a quick lick of the smooth, delicious flesh of Sharpeye's throat, the Wood Elf sealed the two puncture wounds.
Gem's draw dropped, unholy terror chilling her spine as she saw Sharpeye's blood dripping down the two abnormally long fangs of the tall Elf. What was that...thing doing to Sharpeye?!
"MMM! Delicious!" Cassiopeia said after licking her lips. Her eyes fairly shone with blood red brilliance.
Then Gem saw another creature step out, one whose "lower half looking like some wooly animal on hooves while the upper part was definitely male" creatures! As it slowly walked up to the Elf pair, Gem then saw its most masculine, and erect, cock jutting out of from its curly fur.
Cassiopeia lowered Sharpeye to her feet, then pushed the barely conscious Elf towards the half-male creature.
He grabbed Sharpeye, who put up no resistance, and pawed her Guild Elf bubblebutt while smirking hideously at Gem. After taking a moment to thoroughly explore the Elf's plump, round, and firm buns, and then reach into her deep, dark asscrack to goose her only-used-once anus and dripping wet girl slit, the male lowered Sharpeye upon her back over a convenient low, flat topped boulder. Pulling her legs up until her feet were over the Elf's dazed face by a strong grip on her ankle hugging tights, he wasted no time in lining up his...impressively long and hard cock with her hairless slit. Then, at once, he buried the wrist thick prick to the balls in Sharpeye's offered up pussy.
The Elf loudly yelped, once, from the penetration, then she moaned, long and deep. The moan didn't sound like it originated from any great pain. As the beast started up a ferocious, hard pounding fucking, forcing Sharpeye's belly to initially swell and then quiver like jello, the Elf, whimpering and moaning in seeming joy at being mounted, started tossing her pale face back and forth, eyes rolled up, mouth open and panting.
"I am Cassiopeia," the tall Wood Elf finally said to Gem, immediately directing Gem's horrified vision back to her.
Gem fixed her gaze upon the Wood Elf. "What have you done...to Sharpeye?"
Cassiopeia smiled, exposing her fangs. "I...fed on her! She is delicious! And, do you not know of me?"
Gem just shook her head.
"I am an agent of Mistress Desiree, in command here!"
"Well, you failed!" Gem replied with rather false bravado. "We have liberated the Brisingamen!"
Cassiopeia just continued her smile. "Well, the Brisingamen is not the reason I am here, Elf! Mistress Desiree has not interest in the Brisingamen. I know nothing of it. But you...You are the Lady Gem, are you not?"
Gem nodded, another, new, cold jolt running up her spine.
"YOU are the reason I am here! My orders are to bring you to Mistress Desiree! I may do...what I wish with your Elves!"
Gem glanced at the honking, humping Sharpeye. The beast was now fully upon her, pounding into her girl guts with awesome power. And Sharpeye was counter humping and wailing wildly in response to his...its efforts. She looked completely lost to the animal's sexual power.
"What are you doing to my...troops!"
"'Your troops'? No, now they are mine! At least these last three. My beasts may do what they want with the Elves they captured. I suspect what they want to do will be highly sexual!" She pointed at the madly fucking Satyr. "Mistress Desiree, in her wisdom, gave them all well developed...you might say overdeveloped...sexual organs and abilities. After all, you are Guild Elves, created to service divinely huge organs! Mistress Desiree knows how to...deal with Guild Elves!"
"What are you...you freak!" Gem nearly screamed. This is insane, even for Desiree!
Cassiopeia lost her smirk. "Oh, you mean these?" She ran her tongue over her fangs. "Yes. I am a Wood Elf, save one that got too close to a...vampire that Mistress Desiree captured. If you have never heard of vampires...they originated on Earth, you know...well, they have a taste for...blood! And I find Elf blood most satisfying! That tinge of cinnamon is really special!"
Gem took two threatening steps forward while brandishing her sword. "Did you kill them?!"
Cassiopeia's smile returned. "Of course not! All Elves are immortal! Humans, yes, I can kill them! I could even turn humans into vampires if I kill them! But, you can take solace in that I can only drink the blood of Elves. I cannot kill nor convert them into vampires. Now your 'troops' will only be weakened until their blood is replaced."
Then Cassiopeia looked again at Sharpeye, who was howling hysterically, arms around the hard pounding Satyr, legs pulled back and spread wide, sweaty, smiling face nodding up to him, praising him and urging him on, as she came her brains out most willingly under him.
"I can't vouch for what a Satyr's cock will do to the loyalty of your 'troops'!"
"Loki-damn you!" Gem growled, grinding her teeth together as Sharpeye mindlessly exploded under the Satyr.
"Please! Don't bring Him into this! As a matter of fact, I happen to know for a fact that a certain someone still has part of Him! The most important part, to your thinking, I believe!"
"I want nothing to do with Desiree!" Gem barked back.
"Oh, but I am afraid that Mistress Desiree wants very much to do you! Which is why I am here! I am to bring you to Her!"
"No!" Gem yelled. "I'll carve your blood sucking guts to cockbat bait first!"
Cassiopeia suddenly dropped her smile, and her eyes glowed. "I am afraid that I must insist! Come here!"
Suddenly Gem's eyes were locked on Cassiopeia's glowing orbs. She couldn't pull away! Then the coldness running up her spine turned hot...torrid and most wet.
"I command you! Come here!"
Gem wanted to obey! All of a sudden the most desirable feeling in her was to obey this monster! With all her mind and will, she shook her head.
Cassiopeia was grinning again, only with a grimace of straining concentration. "You must obey ME! You will obey! Come to me!"
Gem quivered, feeling her belly melt with rising lust. Her lust flowed out of her pussy to soak her tights. Still, she didn't move.
I was all she could do, right then. Not move...
"Desiree wants you! I will deliver you! Come to me, Elf Bitch!"
The buzz in her ears blotted out every other sound save Cassiopeia's voice. The red globes of the Wood Elf's eyes prevented her from looking, registering anything else in her vision. Her entire consciousness was locked on the vampiric Elf.
Cassiopeia reached out and curled her fingers back from Gem, tugging on Gem's mind, "C...o...m...e...h...e...r...e!"
Gem hissed, loudly, then took a halting step towards the Wood Elf.
It was only after she had taken the step that she realized she had moved. Her mind had blanked out!
"C...o...m...e...h...e...r...e!"
She started to step with her other leg, but then stopped. Nose dilated, eyes wide and white, sweat streaming down her, Gem stopped in mid-stride. Then, as Cassiopeia frowned, she stepped back one stride!
It was the most difficult thing she ever remembered doing.
Cassiopeia clenched her fists at her sides. "You will obey ME! No Elf Bitch has ever denied me! Come to me! NOW!"
Gem, showing a tight, grim, but honest little smile, jerkily shook her head. "N...No!" she croaked.
Cassiopeia's eyes flashed, and Gem nearly collapsed, her knees almost buckling from the fiery wave of sexual pleasure that surged through her. For a split second every neuron in her body had fired, sending a signal of pure, unadulterated sexual bliss to her nearly possessed mind.
But, thank Loki, it had been only a split second. Her knees almost buckled. Her heart almost burst from the near orgasmic shock that had taken her. But it wasn't long enough. She hadn't been forced into heart stopping orgasm.
She survived it.
"Damn you!" she heard Cassiopeia curse.
When Gem's vision cleared, Cassiopeia was standing there, composed, calm, as if nothing had happened. "You have a strong will, Lady Gem!" she quietly, dangerously, said. "Your will is strong!"
Gem stood up straight, her fired up body finally starting to calm.
"I will try a different tact! You are a special Guild Elf, Lady Gem! That is why Mistress Desiree...wants you!"
"Well," Gem croaked her reply, "she won't have me!"
"That is a shame," replied the Wood Elf. "If I fail in my task, Mistress Desiree will be angry. You do know how Mistress Desiree acts when she is disappointed. How she will react when I tell her that I failed..."
"Yes, I know how Desiree is! I know all about Desiree! We have clashed many times before, and I have made her angry many times! And I frankly don't care what happens to you!"
Cassiopeia nodded, chuckling. "Of course! I do not blame you for not caring about what happens to me! But what about your three Guild Elves that I have captured!? What do you think she will do to them, in revenge?" Then the Wood Elf barked a single word command to the Satyr.
Gem watched in horror, and not a little awe, as the Satyr immediately pulled out of Sharpeye's flooded pussy and straddled her heaving, sweaty chest. Before Gem could even imagine what was about to happen, the male beast erupted in a mad fountain of yellowish spooge, firehosing jet after jet of scum into Sharpeye's face and wide open mouth.
The Elf did nothing to interfere with the spooging save eagerly and quickly raising her head up so more of the hard spewing wadd went into her mouth and down her desperately swallowing throat.
For a full minute the Satyr effortlessly covered an ecstatic Sharpeye's face with a good two inches of colloidal testiclechowder.
While the 'victim' eagerly and hungrily lapped up all her over foot long tongue could reach!
When the spewing finally died down, the Satyr climbed down from Sharpeye's chest and, slamming himself once again balls deep into Guild Elf girl tube, started plowing the cum coated Elf all over again.
"He has Drow poison in his...semen. All of Desiree's creations have some kind of Drow poison in their semen. Mostly it just makes you Guild Elves more...cooperative in serving under Desiree's creations. Can you imagine what kind of Drow poisons Mistress Desiree has reserved for her personal...entertainments?"
Gem was shuddering from the awesomely virile display and what she could imagine Desiree could do on her own !
"There are worse things than a gooey facial, aren't there, Lady Gem? Do you want your 'troops' to be subjected to the Drow 'mind flayer' poison? Or the poison of the unpronounceable name that makes Elves crave sex with Drow Black Cock Spiders? Do you want me to list the Drow poisons Mistress Desiree has at her disposal?"
"No!" Gem barked back. "I...I know...about the Drow and their poisons..." Then Gem looked back at the smirking Cassiopeia. "What are you proposing?"
Cassiopeia's smile broadened. "Surrender to me. I, and my beasts, will do nothing to you other than deliver you to Desiree. Once with her, you will be on your own! If you agree, I promise not to permanently alter or harm any of your Elves. They will not be placed in Mistress Desiree's direct service, at least by my choice. No Drow poisons will be used on them, other then sexual poisons. I will not enslave any Elves, nor destroy their minds. They will be permitted to gain their freedom...say in around two hundred years. And they will incur no permanent or long term indebtedness to me or Mistress Desiree. Agreed?"
Gem looked back at Sharpeye, who she could no longer recognize from all the male icing spewed all over her face. She was screaming hysterically in the most wondrous pleasure imaginable. And the beast atop her looked like he could use her all night without breaking a sweat.
She looked back at Cassiopeia, her heart sinking in utmost dread. "I agree," she softly replied.
"Good!" Cassiopeia said. "Now, come here!"
Gem took her first step.
"Without the sword, if you please!"
Gem stopped, then nodded. With a clang it raised a little cloud of dust.
With her next step the Wood Elf barked again, "Naked! I want to see that famous body of yours. That is, before Mistress Desiree gets to...use it!"
Gem came up short. "You said you would do nothing to me!"
"Of course! But can't I see what Mistress Desiree will be getting?"
Without a further word, Gem hauled her vest over her head. Proudly she saw Cassiopeia's eyes light up as the Elf's oversized (for an Elf) and naturally Elf perfect suck cones bounced a few times upon her chest before settling into full, conical beauty. Her nipples were pebble hard and flaming pink.
Then she reached for the waist of her tights.
"Turn around, My Dear!" Cassiopeia interrupted again. "Show me those renowned Guild Elf buns! Please, My Dear, do not disappoint me!"
Her frown deepening, Gem complied, turning around and, not waiting, bending over and pulling down her tights at the same time. She closed her eyes in humiliation when she heard the beast atop Sharpeye whistle as her magnificent, horse riding perfected ass jutted back at the leering Wood Elf.
Was that bastard leering at her while using Sharpeye?
"Beautiful, My Dear!" came from Cassiopeia.
Gem turned back around, kicking off her tights, and looking directly at the male beast. He was truly fucking away, his hips rising and falling in foot long strokes, over and over at a wicked pace. But his head was motionless, and his grinning face fixed on Gem's naked flesh!
Oh, if she ever got the chance to kick that smirking face in!
"You are truly delightful, My Dear!"
"I am not your 'Dear'!" Gem, stripped naked except for her moccasins, barked back.
"Of course, My Dear!" Cassiopeia smoothly replied, her own eyes locked on the Elf's bald, wet, pink puss. "But you are my prisoner! Now, come to me!"
With a sign, Gem obeyed. Looking straight ahead, she marched, tits bouncing, buttocks grinding together, hips swaying, up to the grinning Wood Elf.
When she reached her, Cassiopeia reached down and sank her sharp, pointed fingernails into Gem's right asscheek.
Gem jumped, but didn't dislodge the ass grabbing hand. All she got was a "Yes, magnificent!" from the groper.
Gem kept walking and, as Cassiopeia went with her, the Wood Elf briefly turned to the still madly fucking Satyr, "Silenus, when you are finally finished, bring all three Elves to my castle. I will...interrogate them when I return delivering Desiree's prize!"
Silenus just grunted.
Sharpeye continued to howl in machine-gun orgasm.