Roger and the Lesbian Elves

by MadHat886

A man name Roger must save his wife from the clutches of lesbian Elves. By Krellscholar. While looking through some old files, I found this old story in my files that's not mine. Seeing how it's not anywhere else since Greyarchive site shut down, I decided to post it. And it's been more then 10 years since the writer has posted anything.

18. Into the Drow Underdark or In Sex Wrestl

Roger and Moonbeam reached the bottom of the stairs leading from the surface Temple. The narrow doorway at the bottom opened into a only slightly wider corridor, curving tightly to the right that had been chiseled out of the solid living rock of the mountain and was lit only intermittently by glow globes set in the ceiling.

"It is only a short distance to the Underdark," Moonbeam explained, hooking her pointed arm to the right to indicate the direction of the passage. "But this is now the Underdark of the Elash Elghinn Clan. How are we...you going to get passage though? Even Arcastrians...especially Arcastrians, being Slavers, need some escort..."

Roger suddenly nodded and reached into his pocket to pull out the golden medallion secreted there. He showed the oversized coin dimensioned disk to the hovering Fairy, "Gem gave me this. She said it would give me a free pass to where Flare is held."

Moonbeam's eyes widened in relief as she read the inscription on it, "Oh! It is the medallion of Elhoel. She is one of the highest ranking officers of the Elash Elghinn! Yes, this should do perfectly. But, how did Gem get it?"

"That Elhoel gave it to Gem when she...took Flare. She said it would allow Gem to challenge the Drow for Flare's freedom."

Moonbeam shook her head sadly. "It now means you will have to challenge her, Sir Roger! That Drow will not give up Flare without a fight! Flare is now her property...and sex toy! You will have to defeat her and force her to give up Flare. And Drow are just as good fighters as Guild Elves...worse, they cheat! Do you know what that means?"

Roger nodded grimly. "It means I have to use my brains instead of my brawn. But I'll cross that bridge..."

Moonbeam continued to shake her head, even more forcefully. Her frown quickly told him that the Drow-wise Fairy was not pleased with his answers or attitude. Once she got his attention, she went on, "I understand what you are saying, but you are being foolish! You better mean that you would rather use your 'Divine Cock' instead of your sword, because she will carve you up otherwise! So take my advise, M'Lord! Be prepared to use your 'gift' at your first opportunity with Elhoel! That will be your best bet, I think, since I saw how well you did with your sword against that sex-squid earlier today! But, for now, until you can get to Elhoel, display your sword openly...and be arrogant about it! Drow have the most respect for non-Drow warriors than any other non-Drow caste, and, with your sword display, that medallion will tell every Drow that you are a warrior intending to challenge Elhoel over some matter of serious Honor. They will not stop or even question you, for that would be an insult upon Elhoel's honor. However, they also will not help you in any way!

"But that might be for the better. Best just ignore anyone we meet. I will do all the talking, okay? And, above all else, don't let anyone, other than Elhoel and only alone with her at that, know you are not...uh...that you are a MAN!"

Now Roger nodded grimly. What the Fairy said had the sharp, brittle content that indicated she spoke the truth. Something he had been trying to avoid lately. But he now realized that he was walking into a grave, life-threatening (for him!) environment. And there would be no Guild Elves to bail him out down here!

Then a wave of somber melancholy swept him: That was the truth! All the brave, skilled, delicious Elves that had left with him were indeed gone now...lost and, no doubt, being horribly raped by some disgusting beast...all because/for him! Lost so he could get that damn Brisingamen and save the Guild from the Dark Lords!

He owed them...plenty!

Raising himself to his full height, and bumping his head on the low ceiling, Roger squared his shoulders back. It was time he stepped up and started carrying his own burden...returning something to the Elves for their sacrifices!

Putting his hood up, he hung the medallion around his neck on the outside of the hood, and then buckled his sword belt around the outside of his disguising cloak with the sword-hilt openly displayed before him. "Like this?" he asked to the Fairy hovering in front of him.

Moonbeam, eyes bright, looked him up and down, immediately smiling, then nodding. "That is good, M'Lord! But I should call you Mistress from now on. Agreed?"

"No problem with me, Fairy-Babe!" he replied, leering at her lush petit nakedness from behind the security of his hood. Then he reached up between the hovering Fairy's thighs and cupped her just more than a handful of plump buttmeat. "Can I hold you like this?" he added, half jokingly.

After a gasp of pleasure, Moonbeam, with a buzz of her wings, slipped out of his grasp. She turned back at him, frowning in all seriousness. "No! I must be your guide, not your sex-slave! No Drow would permit a guest...especially an Arcastrian, to grope a Guide down here! Besides, they can see how hairy the back of your hand is, stupid!"

Then, abruptly, her frown melted into a soft, tiny smile, "And I don't want you teasing me, not down here! I must concentrate on our mission! And I must do all the talking down here...your voice just cannot pass for Arcastrian in the closed in Underdark! I have to keep my mind clear, not obsessed with your...'gift'! Understand?...M'Lord?"

Roger nodded, though unhappily. He had been looking forward to some elicit groping of round, plump, Fairy mini-tail, at least until he found Flare and her full sized ass!

Moonbeam hovered closer, right up to his face. With the sweetest smile she pulled his hood back and kissed him quickly on his mouth. Putting his hood back, she said in as sultry a voice a tiny Fairy could generate, "I do have a request of you, M'Lord? Please promise me that, once we have rescued Flare and are out of this place, you'll...use me again?"

Roger's hood just stared at her. Under his cloak, Loki's mighty organ leaped.

"In the ass?" she hastily added.

Now Roger's hood nodded while his cock-bulge visibly jumped.

Moonbeam smiled sweetly. "Thank you M'Lord...er, Mistress!" Then she was all business again, leaving a very...stiff Roger standing stunned and motionless. "Very well, let's go! Remember, you are not supposed to be groping me or any other females down here! Not until your invited! And Arcastrians won't be invited, trust me! So just keep your hands to yourself and shut up!"

Stiffly Roger nodded again, though his substantially enlarged prick didn't jump this time.

Stryker awoke with a start, then a wince. Even before she finished rolling up upon her haunches she felt the stretching of her backside. No sooner than she settled her weight on her abused butt than she heaved her buttocks back off the dusty cave floor with a very involuntary gasp.

Immediately after her ragged gasp, though somewhat more slowly than was her habit, she rose to her feet.

Her butt felt...bigger than it had that morning. She turned to where a glow from outside illuminated the perpetual fog in the cavern. Yes, it was still daylight.

Still time to get back to the fight!

But with her first step she gasped again. The sensation from behind her when she stepped! The stretched, but not exactly unpleasant, sensation from...between her buttocks when she stepped!

Right around her...asshole!

Gingerly she reached back and her hand nearly fell into the shockingly wide oval hole planted between her bulging, steel hard asscheeks! Had to be three inches wide!

What had that damn Dragon done to her!

She couldn't remember much, once his anal rape had fully become established...

Just the most intense...pain ("Yes, it was painful!" she had to remind herself!) of her long life. But pain that was curiously...not unpleasant. And pain that became less and less...disagreeable with her as the outrageous anal penetration of her buff body continued.

Then she recalled how the pain began to feel downright...good as the beast fully opened her to his selfish, cruel use! Her face flushed with shame as she continued to recall how, as his use of her backdoor charms intensified in power and deepness, the sensations surging up from her behind became even more than merely 'good'!

She remembered in a rush how, in any case, the Loki-damned Dragon didn't...was not going to...stop!

She finally could no longer repress her memory of helplessly and noisily exploding under him in wild, seemingly endless orgasms as that Dragon stuffed ever more dick between her meaty buns! The initial pain of anal penetration, not unlike that with Sir Roger, had doggedly transformed into the most...wonderful orgasmic pain!

She shuddered as her fingers touched, and then stroked her re-tightened anus. She couldn't believe the wicked pleasure that shot through her when she did that! Any contact with her sphincter felt so painfully good!

What had that Dragon done to her!?

Looking to the diffused light, she felt the urge to escape that Dragon. She so wanted to just walk towards the lightened fog, to get out of the Loki-damned cave! She had friends out there, friends in battle who needed her! She had a mission to complete! She wanted nothing to do with that Dragon ever again...

Except maybe kick his head in!

But she would happily exchange any and all revenges against that lizard for a quick transport out of here!

With her very first attempt at a step towards the foggy light she hissed as she came to an immediate stop, her thighs abruptly pressed together to the accompaniment of her sphincter dramatically contracting. She gawked at the lightening fog for a long, defenseless moment, wide and white eyed, mouth open and panting.

She had just about exploded with her first step from just her bulging buns coming together around the ultra-sensitive sphincter in her tail! A new, never experienced before, even more intense and purely blissful sensation had seized her nervous system by just rubbing her buns together with that step! Looking down her front, past her swollen cones of Elven suck flesh caped with nearly half inch long, fiery red nipples; her heaving, sweaty, iron hard muscular belly; over her bald and bulging sex mound; she saw jutting out from under that mound...her clit! An inch long, at least, and as swollen as she had ever seen it, her unhooded, slippery wet and bright red button stuck out between her soaked labia like the miniature prick it was!

"By Loki!" she gasped, eyes wide. She had never seen it so...erect! And her nipples! Their vivid crimson color broadcast the fiery sensations emanating from them, even untouched! She immediately knew better than to touch either her nipples nor clit for fear of going into immediate and mind-numbing orgasmic convulsions. She instinctively knew that they were at the very edge of orgasmic arousal!

What had that Dragon done to her?

"I'll got to get out of here!" Stryker gasped, for the first time in her life panic rising in her voice. But as soon as she stepped again she nearly doubled over, the cave echoing with her ragged, forced gasps of unwanted, but irresistible sexual pleasure. She looked about her, resting her hands on her thighs, as her buttocks, tits, belly quivered from the wicked jolts of pleasure surging through her from her barely touched clit!

Her thigh had just brushed her unhooded button and she nearly doubled over in orgasm!

What had that Loki-Damned Dragon done to her!

She desperately fought down her rising panic. The most terrifying condition to her was to be helpless. And, right now, she was as helpless as she could ever recall, being unable to literally move without exploding in degrading female sexual bliss right before her hated adversary! She couldn't move...at least for awhile. Her legs just wouldn't obey her. Just brushing her throbbing clit locked them in useless, wonderful tetanic contractions.

She pounded her right fist onto her rock hard right thigh, utter frustration surging through her. The stupid Dragon was asleep somewhere, probably dreaming about his 'conquest' of her!

Right! Dreaming about besting her!

HER!

And while he fantasied about using her, it would be a perfect time for her to slip out and rejoin the battle...

And every step she made nearly made her scream in orgasmic bliss.

Damn, traitorous clit!

Maybe if she masturbated first?

No, she told herself. She wasn't sure if any amount of jerking off would take away this damnable horniness!

Then she heard something!

'Something' was being dragged across the ground!

The Dragon was moving through the fog!

Towards her?...

No, the sound wasn't getting louder. But, then again, not any quieter either?

The sound occasionally came with another noise, one of stone scraping against stone...

I have to get out of here!

Then, abruptly, the sound stopped. For long, agonizing moments Stryker heard only the sound of her panting...and sweating in horny heat.

She jumped with the next, much different, sound that erupted from the swirling fog. Metal. The clinks and snaps of metal. They sounded just like...chains!

A bolt of frozen steel swept up Stryker's spine. Leg irons! Wrist manacles!

She hated irons more than anything! To be tied down, spread apart and helpless...

"Anything but that!" she quickly, but fervently prayed.

But, mercifully, that noise was brief. But no sooner than the metallic clinking fade away than more dragging...

...towards her? This sound was definitely non-metallic. More like dragging heavy stones, but without the stony scrapping. More like large, heavy stones in a leathery sac...

Her spine tingled, especially at the base, where it ended just above and behind her horribly sensitive anus.

The sound was definitely becoming louder...

Coming towards her!

She suddenly heard Dragonshaft's booming voice from the fog, "Don't try to run, you cannot run away...you do not want to get away from me...not with what I have for you!"

The Elf, reflexively taking another step that precipitously halted in another near orgasmic, grimacing, clenched thigh gasp, looked frantically around her. Nothing but fog. Can that damn Dragon see through fog?!

"Desiree gave me sight!" From out of the fog, Dragonshaft answered her silent question in his near babble. "'Infrared', she called it. She gave me eyes that can see through fog, cloud, smoke, dust! Don't know how it works...don't care, either! Just works! So don't run, My Pet! You'll just run into a rock and hurt yourself! You wouldn't be so much fun fucking, if you were hurt! Babble! Babble! Babble!"

"I...I'm so...troubled...h...hot!" she replied, straining to make out a shadow in the fog surrounding her. "What has happened to me?"

"You love me!" Dragonshaft replied in an instant. There was a deep, slow chuckle at the end.

Stryker's temper and eyes flared, "No, I don't! Damn you! You have done something to me! I can't move without...without almost...cuming!"

"You love me!" the Dragon stubbornly replied. "And your love comes from the Drow drug in my semen! At least, that's what Desiree tells me!"

Stryker's teeth ground together. "Damn you! You've poisoned me! What does it do? How long..."

"You know already what it does! You feel it, don't you?'

The Elf looked down at the floor in embarrassment at his common sensical answer to her question.

"I don't know how long it lasts, for I've never had an Elf get just one dose!" Then she saw his towering bulk turn first to shadow at the edge of the fog, then a focused image just past the fog's edge. He had an absolutely infuriating grin on his reptilian face!

Nearly doubled over in delicious, horrible, infuriating waves of convulsing clit pleasure, she could only curse back, "Damn you!"

"Do you want another dose, right now?" he added, his smirk diminishing not one bit.

Before she could answer, Stryker suddenly saw his feet long cock appear from out of his mist enshrouded hips like a bowsprit of a sailing vessel breaching a fog bank. It appeared to surge right up into her face! Behind it was a rumble that had to be his basketball sized nuts rolling on the floor following his sex pole!

"I would like to mount you again! You were very fun to fuck!" the Dragon then added in what had to pass for a compliment from him.

Her first look at that prick, as thick as her leg and as long as she was tall, took her breath away! She hated herself as she involuntarily sucked in her flat, naked belly and hissed loudly.

The Elf hated herself for her reaction. She hadn't the least intention of finding that thing exciting or pleasing in the least bit.

But, with just her first view of it, stretching out towards and over her startled face, her body simply had wanted it! On a chemical, a purely animalistic level, her body instantly, and desperately, wanted to be impaled again upon it.

She NEEDED to be stuffed with it!

It was the Drow poison, she screamed at herself. Logically there was no reason to desire that thing! The Drow poison was creating the feelings inside her.

Ignore the feelings!

Still, for a long disgracefully long and torrid count, she couldn't take her eyes off it!

But his just as demeaning, booming chuckle finally did distract her from her cock-gawk. "It looks to me that you want me, too!" Dragonshaft smirked, noticing her undesired fascination with his long jutting masculine appendage. "Desiree told me that my...gift from her would please you! Please all you Guild Elves! It made Miriam a good pet! You will make a good pet, I can see it in your eyes! An even better one than Miriam, I am hoping! She loved cuddling up and seeing how much of me would fit inside her! You'll love doing that, too!"

Stryker's breathing rose as Dragonshaft chattered on until her pant was loud and hoarse. Flush of face, she glared up at his grinning mug as if she were facing a fight with the Dragon...instead of a mind, soul, and body piercing mating. While her belly wanted to helplessly melt and her blood boil in most disagreeable randiness whenever she got a good look at his dong, the rest of her, most importantly her still quite active and displeased mind, had nothing but fury and revulsion for the glorified salamander!

She would much more enjoy using his grotesque nuts for soccer balls than servicing around his equally grotesque double-length baseball bat of an organ!

Then, as if in conclusion of some momentous, weighty argument, Dragonshaft glared at Stryker's naked, wet loins, with her glistening fleshy camel-toe trapped between her flexed, closed thighs, and finalized, "I think I will use your pussy this time! I don't want to make your butt too sore! I want you to want...to look forward to...taking me up your butt! That is my favorite hole on an Elf, you know! So tight!"

Stryker lost it. Clit or no clit, she couldn't STAND that cerebrally challenged reptilian's moronic and self-congratulatory monologue any longer! He was going to listen to her...

She took a large step (for an Elf) most threateningly towards the smirking beast.

And paid for it as soon as her trailing thigh moved up to her leading leg and, again, trapped her clit between them. With another hiss, she momentarily stopped as another bolt of fiendish sexual electricity shot up her ass, nearly buckling her knees.

But it passed quickly and, with hardly a residual quiver in her buttocks, she strode yet again.

This time she gasped raggedly, almost going over the edge into mind crushing orgasm right before her foe. All anger became temporarily forgotten as she fought with herself not to squeal in wanton bliss right before him...just like the little fuck toy he considered her to be!

As she fought with her traitorous, intoxicated body, Dragonshaft just reached for her.

When his clawed hand got within range the buff Elf unsprung from her semi-contorted, hands pressing down upon her throbbing clit squat, her right fist shooting out with all the power her uncoiling back could generate. She smacked into Dragonshaft's left palm with her right fist, the impact echoing of the cave walls.

Wincing, Dragonshaft jerked his left hand back, shaking it in acknowledgment of Stryker's power. Then, with his swooping left hand, he simply grabbed the Elf around her back, pinning her arms to her sides and then lifting her effortlessly up to his permanently grinning muzzle.

Holding her just off the end of his muzzle, he glared into her furious face. "That hurt! Why do you always hurt me? I just want you to feel good? You act as if you don't want me to fuck you?"

"OOOO!" the Elf squeaked in utter frustration. Won't this...green moron ever 'get it'? She couldn't use her arms, so she kicked out with her legs.

Her right foot smacked alongside his nose. She had no leverage, so no real damage could be done, but his nose was sensitive, nonetheless...

"Ow!" he yelled, moving his muzzle to the side slightly with her blow. "That hurt!"

Sudden triumph filled the Elf as, finally, she saw the first signs of doubt cross Dragonshaft's face.

"This hurting me has to stop!" he almost roared. "I don't know about Guild Elves, but I don't like roughhousing when I want to fuck! You are just going to have to stop hurting me!"

She took another roundhouse kick at his out of range nose. "No way, Dragon! I don't want to...to...OOOO!...fuck you! I'll kick you, and hit you, and bite you every chance I get until you release me! I hate you! I'd rather die than let you...into me again! Let me go!"

The closest thing to sadness crossed the Dragon's muzzle as he shook his head in disbelief. "You don't want to fuck? But Miriam wanted to, right away..."

Another kick barely missed his out-thrust nose. "I am not Miriam!" Stryker shrieked. "I don't want you! Let me go!"

After another moment of uncertainty, studying the thrashing Elf with all the mental processes his reptilian brain possessed, there came an abrupt stiffening to the Dragon's jaw, indicating that a decision had been made. "Very well, I guess I am forced to...seduce you..."

"What?!" Stryker gasped, stopping her repetitive kicking from true shock. "Seduce me? Forget it, lizard! You can't 'seduce' me! I hate you! I want you dead! Is that plain enough for your little snake brain?"

"No!" he simply replied. Then his long, slimy, blood red tongue shot out his closed mouth.

And the bifurcated tip plunged between her thighs...and began flicking and stroking up and down her flaming pink, and dripping wet, girl slit.

Stryker locked. Every muscle abruptly went tetanic, her eyes popping open, her teeth clicking together with enamel breaking force.

That tongue had found her clit!

"EEEEEE!" she shrieked at the top of her lungs as her mind immediately lost all control of her body. Never had she felt such wonderful, terrifying, and crushing sex shocks as what was shooting up her spine from her tortured clit that moment! Glancing down with white, bulging eyes, she saw her thighs spread apart, automatically, to give access to the evil snake-like tongue.

So it could get at her completely extended, unhooded, bloated clit!

And her legs, unbidden, continued to spread for the green beast!

Then they were moving! He was carrying her...somewhere deeper into the cave, into the fog!

Miserably she shook her sweat dripping head up at the Dragon's triumphant eyes, her voice gone in her sexually constricted throat. Her mind, no longer functioning smoothly with all the luscious distractions of tongue-clit torment surging through her, abruptly began reminding her of the earlier heard metallic clang of chains...

Chains!

"No!" she managed to croak as he carried her into the fog. Her belly was heaving, her buttocks flexing, as she pleaded up to him, "Please!"

His tongue disappeared. "You said you didn't like me! You said you didn't want to fuck! So you asked for this!"

"No chains," she whined, desperate beyond memory now. "I'll do anything...just don't chain me down!"

"Oh, you'll do everything, alright!" He roared back. "And you will love me for it!" Then his tongue shot out again.

And Stryker's mind dissolved into white bliss as he started up his double tongue tip flicking, right against her brave, upthrust little clit.

Instantly orgasm seized her, crushing her mind and reducing her, literally, to a fucking animal...

Stryker came to her senses, legs stretched out over her shuddering, dripping wet body, staring up at the Dragon arched over her. Gawking up, she watched him finish manacling her ankles over her head.

The chains were shiny and huge, dwarfing the Elf's calves, but Dragonshaft handled them dexterously and effortlessly. Her wide eyes were wet with tears of doom and terror as he finished, then rose.

But her hands were free?!

"I don't want to hurt you, Elf!" he answered when he saw that she was back with the living, but hardly relaxed. "I want you to...enjoy fucking me, so I only chained your legs. Your legs hurt when they hit me!"

Stryker's terror peaked, and then relaxed as she raised her arms and inspected the manacles around her ankles. Ankles just inches above and over her head.

"You will not be able to release them!" he said. "Soon, you will not mind them!"

Looking up at him, Stryker wanted, but somehow couldn't, get furious at the reptile. Chains of metal made her feel so...helpless! "Will you release me?"

He nodded. "Once you are more...cooperative! All I want is to fuck you? Is that asking so much?"

The Elf stared at him in incomprehension, then wrote off his questions as reptilian thinking. She looked around and saw she was laying upon a slab of rock, her upturned ass right on the edge, her legs chained to holes on the other edge some couple of feet beyond her own head.

When she looked back at him from between her raised back thighs and over her bald sex mound and ever stiff little clit, she saw his cock, bobbing impatiently just behind her behind.

Wanting to get at her again!

Stepping up to her displayed ass, his eyes fixed on her flared open pink puss, her took his drooling meat in hand. "Soon, you will not need to be chained down to enjoy my fuck stone!"

His firm, hot cockhead pressed perfectly and resolutely right between her wide open labia, filling her vestibule with surprisingly pleasant maleness. Stryker caught herself closing her eyes from unexpectant bliss as her slit was bulled apart to accommodate the massive glans.

Then she gasped, sharp and loud, when the cockhead crushed her button down against her pubic bone.

"Uh-huh!" went the Dragon, nodding his head in some kind of deep understanding of the female condition as he ground down on Stryker's clit.

Stryker looked up at him, breath caught in her throat, as he worked her. She could have told him that no great deep level of psychic understanding of the intrinsic differences between men and women was necessary to explain her reaction...

It just felt Loki-damn good!

Her pant was back, and soon her whine, as that monstrous, beautiful cockhead crushed her clit and resistance on its way to forcing another outrageous orgasm out of her. But, once she was good and going in her panting pre-orgasmic freeze, his cockhead was gone!

And immediately replaced by three feet of leg thick cockshaft, sliding slowly and heavily, silkily and slimily, slipping, grinding, crushing over her brave upright sex button! Stryker's eyes popped open, bulging and white, as the cockhead slowly moved towards her face, leading the way for the next meter of hot cockmeat that ran, every inch of it, right over her completely displayed and exposed clit.

Not fast enough to force her to orgasm.

Just fast enough to force it to the edge...

To madness...

"YAH!" the Guild Elf howled, wrapping her arms around the glans as it slid slimily through her boob cleavage. By the time the cock came to rest, the slit at the tip of the cockhead kissing Stryker's chin, the Guild Elf, arms wrapped around the hot, meaty shaft, was mindlessly humping the underside...humping wantonly her clit against that hot, meaty shaft resting between her upturned thighs.

Dragonshaft smirked down on the honking, whining, humping Guild Elf. "You like me now?"

Stryker looked up at the Dragon from over his cockhead and between her calves, "Damn you!" she growled. But her vigorous, continuous humping of Elf cunt against huge Dragon dick didn't lessen one bit.

Dragonshaft responded by lowering his hips gently upon the end of the rock the Elf was chained to. Admittedly very gently, he lowered his half ton of hips down, pressing his cockshaft down onto Stryker's humping pussy and hips, as well as her belly. Soon her hips and belly compressed the bulging tube that ran the length of the Dragon's shaft...

Stryker caught her breath as just the very beginning of the Dragon's hip mass pressed awesomely down upon her wide spread loins. Then his slit just against her chin popped open and a quart of yellow-white, lumpy and wormy, red hot and slimy Dragon precum belched out to cover her face from her cheeks to her chin with numerous inches of tacky Dragonpudding!

"Ah!" Dragonshaft added, "that should do it!" Then he raised his hips back up.

Stryker stared in near terror up at the lizard, feeling the gunk slowly drool down her face like hot icing. Then, her nostrils as well as her mouth covered, she opened her mouth slightly and stuck her tongue out.

It tasted like Sir Roger's...stuff. Only not as good! But it didn't make her throw up.

Unconsciously her long, prehensile tongue slurped some into her mouth.

Didn't taste that bad! That opinion led to another lashing lap by her tongue.

This one tasted better...vanilla? Another slurp.

Nutmeg! Definitely vanilla. And...malt...malted cream?

Suddenly her tongue was flashing out and back in like a chameleon's, scooping up and swallowing every gooey, ropy, slimy lump of Dragonshaft's Drow poison laced chowder!

And it was tasting like the best ambrosia...

As the cum addicted Guild Elf eagerly cleaned her face, the Dragon dragged his cock back down her writhing body until his cockhead was again securely planted in Stryker's dribbling pussy.

The Elf lifted her sticky faced head, glaring at where Dragon dick pressed against Elf twat.

Dragonshaft released his cock and raised up...up...up, to his full, imperious height of nearly thirty feet. Leering down from the fog swirling heights, he proclaimed, "You may put me where you want me, My Dear!"

Stryker could only whine. Her face, her entire body, was flushed with raw, wanton, heat...sex heat. The fresh infusion of orally applied drugs...Drow sex poison in Dragonshaft's precum, coursed now through her blood, intoxicating her mind and loosening the tubes making up her feminine organs.

Even if her mind wanted to, which it distinctly did NOT, what with her being sexually drunk on her ass (er, back), her body could not offer the least resistance to the Dragon's lecherous advances.

She was ready to serve!

"I will not force you, My Dear!" The Dragon repeated. "You must place me where you want me!"

Wildly, beyond dangerously drunk with evil Drow sex poison, Stryker immediately reached between her upturned legs to furiously grip the huge cock and impel the cockhead to the entrance of her foaming, wide open pussy. Her mind, enflamed with sex poisons that permitted only a compulsive craving for inhumanly deep and wide penetration, couldn't even realize where or with whom she was doing this with. It only registered her cockmeat filled hands moving the drooling cockhead down an inch or so to line it up with her wide open and thoroughly prepared girl opening.

Then she looked up and her sweat dripping face smiled eagerly.

Then her sweat soaked head nodded, quickly.

And Dragonshaft's dragonshaft slid greasily through her hands, bulling past her floppy, soaked pussy lips, and plunged into Guild Elf belly.

Striker howled in utter bliss as her belly swelled. When her womb was pushed up into her chest, her eyes rolled up out of sight as her toes, over her eyes, clenched tightly in blessed orgasm.

Dragonshaft settled upon the fucked Elf, then began plowing her, his smile broadening as her squeals turned to full throated screams and her claws tore harmlessly at his armor plates. He just kept going, slowly, steadily, relentlessly.

That's how to break-in an Elf, he had decided. It was how he convinced Miriam to stay with him...under him! Nothing got to an Elf better than three feet of leg thick cock up their holes!

Stryker was lost, machine-gun orgasm seized and Drow sex poison drugged. She would make a good replacement for Miriam!

For a good, long time!

Dragonshaft extended his tongue and began to clean the delicious sweat off of the Elf's...HIS Elf's, face and body. In response the fucked stupid Elf extended her own tongue and engaged his in a tongue wrestling duel.

She lost...

Naturally!

Moonbeam had been leading Roger through the elaborately dug-out, and, surprisingly to Roger, quite adequately lit, tunnels of the Drow Underdark for some thirty minutes before they found their first example of Drow 'civilization'. Their tunnels, once they reached the Underdark proper, had shown themselves to be quite adequate in height for a Human Male, considering the stature of an average Drow, and wide enough for a half dozen Elves to pass side by side. In the Underdark main passages glow globes where hung every five feet or so, providing enough light to read by, better yet to follow the the passages.

Except for an occasional guard patrolling the outer reaches of the Drow catacombs, once they had entered the Underdark, it was the first time Roger had ever seen Drow in normal 'dress'.

It became rapidly apparent to Roger that, except for their guards, Drow, in public spaces, hardly wore anything at all!

Much to Moonbeam's amusement and Roger's bulging penile discomfort!

Roger found himself, once again, in a society made of and for healthy, youthful, sexually active and most lesbionic females. Females that had no compulsion towards displaying all that youthful, attractive female flesh to their fellow females and, inadvertently, to any Male in disguise!

As his Divine Dick began, once again, to go 'saluting' Drow beauty from between his legs, Roger was reminded of his travels with the Guild Elves. Only these females had the deepest, shiniest, most supple black skin. The most exposed delicious black skin!

All the Drows he saw when he and Moonbeam turned the corner into a main 'tunnel' had long, brilliantly white hair. The contrast between the absolute black of their skin and the white of their hair was startling enough...to a Man. But their figures just made the contrast worse. Like Guild Elves, they were around five foot in height, with extreme hourglass figures, but lacking the extremely bountiful asses of the horse riding Guild. Their waists were just as taut and narrow as Guild, though their chests lacked the stacked examples of Queen Thora.

But the ebony babyfeeders that Roger scoped when he turned any corner in the Underdark certainly were as generously hand filling as the typical Guild Elves that he had been traveling with!

And he could tell so much about Drow anatomy because that anatomy was so well displayed! A good half of the Drow milling about were topless. And those had black cones of, on average, a good Human adult Male handful each of nursing delight. Their nipples were flaming red and, unless they all knew that Lord Loki's Cock was presently amongst them, had to come naturally and permanently erect.

The ones that wore tops only bothered to cover those nipples, leaving most of the tit meat bulging out around their diminutive cups.

Roger quickly became an expert on Drow 'boobology'.

Most of what Drow wore 'down below' consisted of a bottom piece that could have come from Brazil. The most daring consisted of a glorified thong, or 'butt floss' that hardly covered their white haired mounds and didn't cover one millimeter of sleek, smooth, anthric assflesh at all. The literal strips of cloth were equipped with hooks to hang swords, etc., but little else! The most elaborate in both design and amount of covering cloth still couldn't have been used for a cheerleader's skirt at any self-respecting Catholic High School Roger had ever drooled over!

Roger, and his Divine Organ, were moved.

Roger then saw Moonbeam, for the first time since entering the Underdark, peeking into the first curtain filled doorway on the right hand wall of what appeared to be a long underground building. After admiring the Fairy's impressive and diminutive, thrust out ass a moment, he noticed that there was another door just down the wall from the first. Then another...

There were a good ten doors, spaced equidistant, down the long wall. It resembled something...

With a jump from his cock, he realized that the multiple door pierced wall resembled the entrance to the Gynnasium back at Elfthring!

Then Moonbeam was flying back to him. As she flew up to his hood all the Drow at that moment which were moving into those doors, as well as moving around him, were doing a very good job of ignoring the Arcastrian and its Fairy Guide.

"This is one of the Drow's caves, used for their entertainments," Moonbeam said into his hood. "It is not carved like their Underdark, but an original cavern. They deliberately dug their Underdark to connect with it."

Then she shuddered. "I don't want to think about why!"

Roger started to speak, but she stopped him. "Just nod! The Drow can hear much more in their caverns than Elves can on the plains. They will recognize you immediately!"

Roger nodded.

"They have...contests in there. They put prisoners and slaves through various trials..." She hesitated. "This is one place they might test...er...torture...ah...have Flare..."

Silently, Roger stepped towards the door.

Moonbeam hurriedly flew back into his hooded face. "It will be...ugly in there!" she urged. "The Drow are not quite as...civilized as the Guild in their entertainments!"

Roger almost screamed at her to get out of his way. Instead he just stepped up to the doorway.

Once again Moonbeam flew before him. "Listen! Just follow me and keep quiet! No matter what you see, don't make a sound, and do not move unless I do. Do not go ahead of me, ever, and never, never draw your sword! Drow will cut you to pieces just as easily as the Guild Elves!"

Roger, remembering how effortlessly Flare had handed him his lunch with a sword, as well as gobbling up that lunch (so to speak) with her mouth and hands, back in their 'camping' days, merely nodded.

Moonbeam nodded in return, then slipped through the curtain.

Roger followed.

The layout was basically similar to the Gynnasium back in Elfthring, except constructed of stone. Only, instead of a stage-like lower level with bleachers surrounding it in a semi-circle, the "stage" area consisted of a number of openings in the bedrock of the mountainside that formed the opposite wall of the obviously dug out Underdark half of the cavern. The openings resembled entrances to caves of various sizes, all of which seemed to be natural passages into the virgin mountain. There was no flat floor before the caves, but a complex series of pathways worming between randomly scattered boulders and stalagmites.

Just inside the doors of the entrance a balcony had been cut from the rock. This terrace, with a three foot high guard rail at its inside edge, extended some twelve feet into the cavern from the doorways and traversed, quite straight and level, the entire width of the cavern, Roger estimating about three hundred feet. The underside of the balcony and front edge of the railing was worn smooth, with no projections or other rough edges.

It was a good fifty feet to the rocky, spiked floor below.

In the exact center of the balcony a ramp, also carved from the living rock, gently descended towards the cave openings. At the top of the rail it was no more than six feet wide, and had both edges framed with a three foot high rail. Where the ramp finally made contact with the floor, fifty feet lower, it smoothly spread into an oval platform a good thirty feet wide. The platform, without a railing, blended into the rock floor laid out before the cave openings.

Roger gawked down over the edge of the railing, temporarily obsessed with observing every single nook and cranny of the rock strewn complex below.

Looking for Flare...

Frustrated after a time, he then looked up to see Moonbeam slowly but steadily working her way down the rail, moving towards the center ramp. Roger quickly caught up with her.

The Fairy continued, slowly moving through clumps of deliciously dark chocolate Drow, trying to slip around or between them in such a way that Roger, closely following her, wouldn't get too close to the milling Drow, so he wouldn't get a whiff of their pheromones, or too close a glance at their perfect, black suck cones or smoothly flat and naked bellies. Drow, Moonbeam recalled with every step of the god-hung Man behind her, veritably oozed sex, especially to any rare male creatures in their midst.

Such effects upon female or male was normal for their kind.

It was what Lord Loki wanted in them when he created them.

For his pleasure.

And they were, had become after-all, the most perverted of the Elves. The iron of the Impassible Mountains had an effect upon Lord Loki. And since he was such a...sexual God, the effects upon him were sexual. Darkly sexual. So, when he created the Drow, that dark sexual energy he experienced in the Impassible Mountains influenced his creations.

It was one of the reasons He didn't spend as much time using His Drow as he did other Elvish Races, like the Guild. The Dark Side of Sex only went so far...

Then, thousands of years of submitting to Lord Loki's dark desires while buried in a mountain range adjacent to the totally evil Dark Lords had...changed them further over the years since Lord Loki had left.

That was why the Drow just didn't get along very well with their Sisters...unless they were atop them!

Moonbeam feared that one breath of their Black Magic enhanced pussy scent and Roger could potentially lose complete control of his 'divine' organ! And, thus, his mind!

Sir Roger was oh so typically irresponsible, and male, in that department!

Moonbeam then stopped some ten or so feet short of the ramp. Immediately Roger leaned on the rail and again took up his intent inspection of the cavern below.

It had been...hundreds of years(?) since she had last attended a Drow Arachnid 'Circus'. Much of her memories of it had been lost. Deliberately. But she still remembered the almost unbearable yet deeply sexual thrill she got from the last one she attended.

And she also vividly remembered the barely tolerable horror, too...

Moonbeam, Fairy curiosity plaguing her as ever, caught her eyes wandering...rather directly...towards the larger cave opening directly before her.

The cavern area where the balcony and Drow stood was well lit with numerous glow globes. There were fewer globes over the floor just outside of the cave openings. Inside the caves...no glow globes, no light...

Not quite true. There was a glow, coming from the deep recesses of the caves. Just enough to outline a figure standing in the cave, nothing more.

Moonbeam nodded. It signified that far behind the cave openings, through the cavernous interior of the virgin mountain, there were openings to the mountain surface.

Thus air could get into the Drow caverns.

And other...things could get out to...feed on the surface of the Impassable Mountains!

Then Moonbeam saw movement...the outline of something moving not too far inside the caves! The movement was flush against the upper walls and ceilings of the caves!

The movement sent shivers up her spine!

"There are paths down there!" Roger suddenly whispered, pointing with his arm towards the very outside edges of the cavern floor under the patio they stood on. "I see...Drow walking alongside the dark walls at the edges!"

Moonbeam tore her vision from the nearly black caves to where Roger pointed. Yes, alongside the outermost wall the cavern floor had been smoothed! Maybe not intentionally, but there was a distinct path where no rocks or stalagmites were permitted.

And Drow were walking it! There were three, their bright white hair clashing with that shiny black skin making them obvious in even the reduced light.

"Strange," Roger added, just to Moonbeam. "They don't have white pubic hair. In fact, I don't think they have any pubic hair! I thought you told me that Drow don't remove their 'bushes'?"

"Normally they don't," she replied, pulling his pointing arm back in. "You shouldn't stare at them!" she added, nodding her sweetly smiling head at the other Drow milling around them.

Roger's hood nodded in understanding of his transgression as soon as he followed Moonbeam's lead. None of the gaily talking Drow around them were paying the least attention to the three naked and pubicly hairless Drow slowly but steadily making for the cave openings.

Roger pointed his hood at the Fairy.

"They are...special Drow!" Moonbeam hissed. "They are called 'Milkers', and are very important. But they are also tainted...and social outcasts. They are usually ignored, so not to embarrass them when they perform their duties."

"Which are?"

"They 'milk' the holy Drow arachnids..."

"You mean spiders?!" Roger interrupted, fortunately quietly, but thoroughly shocked.

Moonbeam nodded. "Their spiders are where the Drow get their most...dangerous poisons! Especially their sex poisons that Desiree has been giving to her monsters. And I fear that this cavern houses the most dangerous of the 'sex poison' spiders!"

"Uh! You mean in those caves?"

Moonbeam nodded again. "The Black Cock Sex Spider! Yes! In those caves. I think I can see them moving around in there!"

"'Sex spider'?" Roger shook his head. "You mean it can...fuck Drow?"

"Drow, light Elves, Mages, Fairies, everybody...with a pussy!"

"Could Flare be...be in there?"

"I...am not sure. I'm hoping we will be told where she is."

"And if she is in there? Will the spiders kill her?"

Moonbeam shook her head. "Sex Spiders, especially Black Sex Spiders, only eat small, simple creatures that live on the mountain side. But they always...fuck Humans and Elves that cross their paths!" She looked directly into Roger's hood. "Listen to me, Sir Roger! If Flare is in there, she has already been fucked! Horribly fucked! And she won't be coming back out! At least, not as Flare! The poisons that Desiree diluted in the semen of Dragonshaft and her other beasts is pure and concentrated in the Black Sex Spiders! Not only is it irresistibly potent, it is mercilessly addictive! Most Elves are addicted to it after just one injection! Humans take only two or three injections!

"Those Drow sneaking into the caves are addicted to it! That's why they have no pubic hair! They must shave it off as a sign of their addiction! But they love...they live to milk huge loads of poison-semen from the spiders. It is the most pleasurable experience for them to dump two or three red hot spurts of spider spunk into their bald pussies. And they have to milk spiders at least every few days or go mad!

"Because the Drow sell the semen to Desiree and the Dark Lords, they tolerate the addicted Drow. They, and other addicted Elves and Humans, are their only source of the stuff, for not even Drow can withstand a Black Sex Spider's sexual assault!

"Believe me, Sir Roger! If Flare has been sent into those caves, she cares not for anyone of her past life anymore!"

Roger chewed on his lower lip. To come this far...to lose Flare to a fucking arachnid! No way!

Moonbeam went on, "But I don't think she is down there. I know of Elhoel, her captor. And I am certain that Elhoel would not waste a captive as fine as Flare to Black Sex Spiders! I am hoping, though, that I can overhear where Flare is being held! So be quiet and enjoy the show!"

"'Enjoy the show'?" Roger thought, looking around at the luscious looking, and evil minded Drow milling about him. "How? 'Sex Spiders?!'"

Suddenly, as Moonbeam slowly buzzed away, another, new, party of Drow entered the arena from the center-most door. They proceeded without hesitation to the ramp leading down to the caves.

Roger then noticed how hard he was breathing. And that odor? He had been smelling it since they had entered the 'Gynnasium', but he only noticed it now...

As the procession walked down the ramp, the lead Drow, dressed in a more ornate costume that included wide shoulder straps of glistening aqua-blue crystals and a slightly longer-than-cheerleader, flowing, semi-transparent white skirt, raised her arms for silence.

In a remarkably short time, in Roger's estimation for he didn't have much respect for Drow discipline...yet, the milling, gossiping, beginning to grope crowd obeyed.

As soon as the processional leader reached the platform at the bottom of the ramp, she turned and halted while the procession passed on each side of her. Only when everyone was halted behind her did she finally speak: "Drow...and welcomed visitors..."

Roger, a wave of fear...and excitement, surging through him, abruptly stiffened with those words. He quickly looked around, slowly stepping back toward the far edge of the balcony, anticipating being discovered. All he initially noticed was the perfectly jutting black cones of the oblivious Drow milling around and caressing each other...

Then he realized that no Drow near him were noticing or looking at HIM. Looking farther down the balcony he did see that there were a few other individuals on the balcony, towards the far end, that dressed both differently and more thoroughly than the Drow.

Obviously he wasn't the only 'visitor' there.

Damn this hood was getting warm! And what was that perfume?

His fear declining dramatically while the excitement of being here rising proportionally, nonetheless he continued to slip back towards the darker and less occupied end of the balcony.

The Announcer continued without hesitation, "...I welcome you to this unplanned, but most opportunely timed match, for which I wish to be certain to most appropriately thank Mistress Desiree for providing!"

A high pitched and enthusiastic cheer went up the instant the word 'Desiree' was uttered.

Roger, with an exaggerated start, suddenly saw that there were not only Drow on the platform with the Announcer! There was standing down there a naked, blond hair, bulging ass...had to be...a Guild Elf!

With a wild shock of memory inspired lust, Roger thought: Flare!

The Announcer continued, "Drow! As part of our alliance with Mistress Desiree, Queen Embla has arranged for some additional...slaves to be provided us!" She pointed up to the top of the ramp...

...Where Roger saw three more naked Guild Elves standing! His godcock jerked mightily!

"They were captured by Mistress Desiree and provided to us as a gift for whatever uses we deem appropriate!"

Then Roger saw Moonbeam moving back towards him. Much more quickly than she had departed.

"But these are Guild Elves..." the Announcer added.

Moonbeam hovered before him. "I have found were Elhoel should have Flare!"

The Announcer continued, "...and deserving of the rights of warriors! Their leader, Lady Miriam, has challenged Our decision and demands 'Justice by Orgasm'!"

Roger, with a little gasp from the Announcer's last word, suddenly tore his vision from Moonbeam's face and looked back down at the platform. The naked Elf down there, at first glance, did look allot like Gem...nice ass (of course!), blond hair, perfect tits..."Justice by Orgasm"!?

Moonbeam buzzed before his hood opening yet again, more concern showing on her face this time, "Roger! M'Lord! I said I think I know where Elhoel is holding Flare..."

The Announcer broke into Roger's attention, effortlessly, "Since the Elash Elghinn Champion this period is already...engaged with another Guild Elf..."

Roger's head snapped back to the Drow in the platform, much to Moonbeam's irritation...and increased concern.

"...we have chosen Maletal to battle Miriam of the Guild!"

The roar from the other Drow was momentarily deafening.

When it died down Moonbeam was still trying to get Roger's attention, "We must try to get Flare while this is going on! Otherwise there will be too many Drow in the Underdark for our escape!"

Roger looked at Moonbeam, then back at the door leading out. Abruptly, that very moment, the door was sealed. Then the door next to it, and next to that one. Without notice from the other Drow, all the doors, save the center-most, were sealed.

Roger looked back at Moonbeam, then immediately back at the platform. The Fairy, nodding resignedly at once back at him, just saw the side of his hood.

Drow pheromones! went through her head.

The Announcer had not stopped, "Our Queen has decided that these Guild Elves 'gifts' would be most useful in the service of our worthy DwarfMiners..."

A murmur swept through the Drow crowd, attracting Roger's attention, as a new group of non-Drow stepped in through the remaining open central door. They were short...a good head shorter than the Drow average, but with at least twice the width in the trunk. Compared to the curvaceous Drow, they looked nearly square in the body, as well as in the head. Their heads looked to rest directly upon their shoulders, for all appearances completely lacking a neck. Naked from their not very narrow waists up, and nearly as hairy as a Great Ape, their trunks and long, nearly ape-like arms were as bulging with rock hard muscle as Roger had ever seen on any California Governor.

"DwarfMiners?" Roger thought.

He saw that they wore a kilt, made of some kind of fur, that extended to their knees. Below, their short legs resembled tree trunks with their massive musculature.

"They excavated the Drow Underdark," Moonbeam whispered to Roger. "They were created by Lord Loki for that purpose."

Roger, everybody, then saw the bulges flex just under those kilts as the grunting, hulking beasts hungrily eyed the shackled, lusciously stripped Guild Elves standing at the ramp. The spontaneous grins that broke out on the DwarfMiners' faces were both very male and very unsophisticated.

Unlike every other female, Drow or otherwise, there, the Guild Elf prisoners tried very hard not to notice the jutting, bouncing bulges. The leering, primitive smirks on the DwarfMiners didn't help cement any romantic relationships between Guild Elf and hulking, hung DwarfMiner, either.

But, then again, the DwarfMiners collectively knew that they didn't need much gentlemanly sophistication with these Elves!

"They are also...Male!" Moonbeam added, with a swallow.

Roger glanced over at the bulge gawking Fairy, seeing the sweat trickle down her forehead...and between her jutting asscheeks.

"They are the only bipeds that have...that are...Male in the entire Drow Underdark!" the Fairy husked, her eyes not leaving the terribly masculine beasts that were now pressing in to the uncomfortable Guild Elves.

"Only 'bipeds'?" Roger whispered back.

She looked at him, wide eyed and panting, for a count before calming. "Forgive me, M'Lord!" she replied, moving against his shoulder in the motion that went, in hovering Fairies, for a snuggle. "They have...an effect upon non-Drow Elves and Fairies...their strength, shape...those muscles...I can't help it!

"There are horses, Unicorns actually, that Lord Loki left, one to a Clan, that were to act as his surrogates for the Drow when he was gone. Now, those Unicorns are the only...Males the Drow will accept..."

"And these DwarfMiners?" Roger added, looking over the quivering, sweating Fairy pressing against his shoulder.

"Lord Loki created them to mine the Underdark. But he made them too powerful, too masculine, too hung for his liking. He feared they would mount the Drow when he wasn't down here, enslave them with their natural sexual power, so he put a curse upon the Drow. They cannot...'enjoy' being mounted by a DwarfMiner, even though physically the beasts are...so very attractive to Females!" she ended with a 'sweet-16' sigh.

"He didn't want to share, eh?"

Moonbeam nodded. "The drow have been...manipulated by many Mages and Gods, particularly because they insisted on living in this Underdark between Alfheim and Jotunheim. For instance, the Drow are the only Elf that find no pleasure in oral sex with a male! Hard to believe, but they refused to 'go down' even on Lord Loki! They make up for it, I have been told, by being very good as Man riders!"

"So, if those DwarfMiners are as well hung as they appear to be, then all they can do down here is jackoff?" Roger asked, sadly shaking his head inside his hood. Through his head he remarked, Now that is cruel, dooming such testosterone overdosed Males to hand-sex!

Moonbeam was actually rubbing her wet thighs together as she stared at the short, stubby muscle-men, "Well, the Drow realized, even before Lord Loki left, or was destroyed, that the DwarfMiners could not be expected to work very hard for just room and board! And, frankly, they don't have the minds of Mages! So, just about their only entertainment would be occasional, and very violent, boxing matches amongst themselves. That is, other than fucking females into blissful unconsciousness.

"I don't know from experience, but I have been told that DwarfMiners are...very good with Females!

"So, long ago, and with Lord Loki's reluctant assistance, they took up kidnapping non-Drow Females to supply their DwarfMiners with 'entertainment'. Just one of their excuses for such kidnappings."

"And these Guild Elves are DwarfMiner Cock food?"

Moonbeam nodded. "If Lady Miriam loses this bout. The Drow are honorable enough to accept the Rules of Slavery Convention agreed upon by all the Elvish Clans/Nations some four thousand years ago. In it, any captured warrior Elf can escape an undesired slave occupation for it or the warrior group it commands by defeating a Champion appointed by the Leader of the captor's."

Roger couldn't help but grin, in all too male voyeurism. "Tell me, if this is called the 'Justice of Orgasm', then is this...like...you know...sex wrestling..."

Moonbeam stopped him short with the angriest look, then the Announcer reinforced the Fairy's stern response, "The rules chosen by Maletal, who was challenged by Miriam, will be the most basic: 'Two will Enter, One Be Fucked!"

The Drow roared.

"The first to lose the ability to fight by being overwhelmed through orgasm loses the match. If Maletal loses, she will spend the next five nights orally servicing the victor, Miriam, then all the Guild Elves will be offered for ransom. If Miriam fails in her challenge, her troops will be assigned to the Holy Service of the DwarfMiners for no fewer than one hundred years!"

The Drow roared again.

"She didn't say that Miriam will be sent to the DwarfMiners," Roger asked the Fairy. His leer was locked on the luscious Miriam.

Moonbeam nodded. "I know."

"Well, what happens to her?" Damn but he was panting again!

The Fairy looked into Roger's hood, her face incredibly sad and fearful. "She will be sent into the caves..."

Roger looked into the largest cave opening, the one directly before the platform. He saw the dim, but distinct light passing through from the back, from the outside. "Could she get out of here through there?"

Moonbeam nodded brusquely, once. "She could."

Roger didn't like the sound of that last sentence. "How many have gotten out through there?"

"None."

"None? Ever? In thousand's of years?"

"Yes, none."

"Why?"

She didn't reply.

Then the Announcer motioned for the guards to leave the platform. As the Drow Maletal stripped, the Announcer cut Miriam's bindings. Then, with a deliciously stripped naked Maletal stepping up on one side, and Miriam, at least equally luscious in her more pale yet more voluptuous nudity, on the other side, the Announcer held an arm of each up in presentation.

Then Roger, staring, of course, at the newly bared loins of the Drow contestant, noticed something...something shining right under that Drow's white beaver. "Do you see that shiny...thing between the drow's legs?" he whispered to Moonbeam.

Again the Fairy nodded. "It is a fragment of libidocrystal, inserted into her labia just above her clit."

Roger frowned in Male typical ignorance, "And what is 'libidocrystal'?"

Moonbeam looked again sadly at the naive Roger. "It is a way of cheating in sex combat! It is a natural crystal, found only here in just this area of the Impassible Mountains. It is one big reason this Clan of Drow choose this place for their Underdark. It creates a great deal of...horniness I think you would call it, when it touches the skin. And if it dissolves into the blood, which it readily does...well, Lady Gem was cut with a knife made of it. That was what affected her so much after she lost Flare."

"But that IS cheating!" Roger became agitated. "How can the Drow allow such cheating and still call themselves 'honorable'?"

Moonbeam's sadness faded not one bit. "The Guild has a saying: 'Never trust a Drow!' I have learned, the long and hard way, to believe it!"

"Are you prepared!" The Announcer asked, then took a moment to formally look at each contestant, receiving a proper nod of readiness from each in turn, before looking up at the audience. Dropping both arms, she barked, "It begins!"

Scrambling up the ramp, she left the two combatants facing each other.

The two Elves, one vividly, deeply, beautifully black with blatantly contrasting white cranial and pubic hair, the other, tanned but much lighter than the Drow, with a baby butt smooth mound and golden-yellow hair upon her head, came together in an embrace that reminded Roger of the gynnasium.

Gaze locked on the sensuous combat, his semi-turgid meat abruptly jerked then began to powerfully, relentlessly swell.

Moonbeam looked over at him, worry creasing her sweet face as she saw how quick his pant was.

The Drow pheromones had him!

The Guild Elf and Drow, at almost the same height, entwined nearly perfectly, their lips coming together naturally, smoothly, intimately as if they had been lovers for centuries...

Hands quickly began roaming as their lips fixed into a vacuum lock, blocking the view of the lingual struggle within. Eyes closed in undeniable pleasure, their tongues started up the ancient duel of sex-wrestling Elves: who would gag the other first!

For long moments the two pairs of locked lips battled, hardly moving, but dramatically raising the feminine tension in the cavern. For long moments every female eye was locked on the two sex-warriors, dreamy expressions of passion and pleasure fixed on every Drow's face as the sexual tension built within each Female's breast to the breaking point.

Looking around him in growing boredom, Roger began to wonder what the fuss was about. So they were kissing? Where's the action?

He saw Moonbeam, alongside his hood, gnawing on her lower lip and gripping his clothing, and the shoulder flesh underneath, until her little but wickedly sharp fingernails were raising real pain.

Then, suddenly and quite loudly, Maletal gave out with a choking, pig-like grunt.

And the Drow upon the landing who, up to then, had been dead quiet, spontaneously gave out with a soft, but definite, cheer with Maletal's gag.

Moonbeam squealed then, smiling with hope for once, turned to Roger...who was only getting hard, "The Drow respect honorable talent. Miriam has scored first!"

Roger just nodded, his voyeur-vision once again locking on the two Elves as they were now pressing more than mere lips together. They were now, to his utter thankfulness and delight, pressing their teenaged firm and pointed breasts, athletically smooth yet flat bellies, jutting resilient loins together. They were grinding their mounds...hell, sloppy Elf pussies, against each other as if they were grinding grain to make flour between them!

That was more like it! Roger thought with renewed enthusiasm, feeling his 'weapon' rearm itself with the lusty, as well as sensuous, display of Elvish sexual combat.

Oh, why didn't they have such 'sports' back home?

The visible and more physical sexual combat jumped a notch, requiring much less imagination (a positive on Roger's part) and more visualization by him (his expertise). The contest was laid out before him now: Tan colored hands, armed with long fingernails furiously gripping rock hard but perfectly rotund black buns were matched by equally armed and sharpened black fingers sinking into bulging but firm, horseback derived tanned asscheeks as sweet, crimson, drenched loins rotated and counter-rotated against each other, drooling streams of feminine lubricating juice down flexed, yet smooth and full struggling thighs. Pebble erect nipples topping conical handfuls of babyfeeding charm, nipples approaching blood red in color and with a rigidity sufficient to hang a coat on, flicked and pushed against each other, torturing and being tortured in repetitive, rhythmic side to side sweeps.

Once again the audience had grown quiet! This was becoming the sex battle of the age!

And now Roger, too, was going nuts! It was all he could do not to have his Divine Cock rear up and smash the stone railing before him to dust!

Then, as quick as a lightning bolt, Maletal took down Miriam with a hip toss, coming down upon the Guild Elf as she landed on her back, their torrid kiss not even coming close to breaking. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, the Drow's right hand dropped between the Guild Elf's spread thighs...

...And into Miriam's wet, parted pussy.

Miriam momentarily stiffened as the black fingers slipped into her swampy puss. Then the stiffness melted and her thighs even spread further, as if offering her opponent even more access to her womanhood!

But the Drow didn't take the bait, didn't go for the quick kill, didn't grab the Guild Elf's exposed, and well prepared, stiff clit. Instead she probed into Miriam's puss hole, slipping first one, then eventually three long black fingers into Guild Elf belly.

Miriam, in turn, slipped her own right hand down under Maletal's belly, through her white thatch of fur, and between the Drow's also parted thighs. Only she didn't send her fingers past the already stiff and unhooded crimson clit.

Maletal broke their kiss abruptly when her upturned butt jerked abruptly up at the audience, dislodging the suddenly dangerously effective clit grip of the Guild Elf. Miriam smiled sensuously up at the shuddering Drow, and slipped her hand back between those smooth, strong anthric thighs.

This time she passed the clit, slipping her tan fingers between those elongated, blood red Drow labia to find the Drow's own, very slippery, girl hole.

The Drow smiled in return, and began to furiously fingerfuck the Guild Elf, her grin broadening as Miriam's confidently smiling face transformed into a grimace of undesired but undeniable pleasure as her pussy sucked hungrily on the plunging black fingers...

"Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! POP! Slurp! Slurp!" seemed to echo in the cavern for a long, torrid, wet minute.

Maletal dropped her head to the shoulder of the apparently in orgasmic crisis Elf, nuzzling and licking at the sweet throat of the panting Miriam.

Roger, and everyone else watching the display, held their breath as a long, torrid, breathless minute of powerful fingerfuck passed with the dominate Drow drilling the writhing, ready to lose Guild Elf.

Seemingly at the exact end of that impassioned minute, Miriam smoothly hooked the Drow's pubic bone by thrusting three of her own pussy probing fingers to the last knuckle into flooded, well spread Drow cunt.

The Drow's head raised slightly from Miriam's shoulder, and a solitary gasp echoed out from Maletal.

Thus distracted, the Drow could not respond promptly nor quickly as Miriam used her 'hooked cunt' hold to simply throw Maletal over and across the Guild Elf's body and upon her own back!

There were more than a few appreciative Drow cheers for that skillful sex wrestling move! Not to mention Roger's 'Penile Salute'!

Miriam came down atop the startled Drow, her smooth, firm, and full right thigh slipping between Maletal's spread thighs. Pinning the Drow's hands to the floor over Maletal's head, the Guild Elf began to hump her straddled thigh up and back between the Drow's legs.

Right over that stiff, little button.

Miriam's smile returned when, abruptly, Maletal's smirk melted into a grimace of her own. Then she bit down on her lower lip as dangerously potent crushed clit pleasure surged up her.

Miriam had no trouble holding the sex weakened Drow's arms down as she began to frantically try to escape. That thigh, muscles firmed and toned by hugging the flanks of a horse over countless years of riding, sliding, pressing, grinding up and down over the Drow's already erect and now completely exposed and unprotected clit was...driving...her...to...

Miriam then gasped, her humping thigh jerking wildly. Her leg was getting so hot! Tingly! Horny!

The Drow tried, but couldn't manage another smirk. Not with the bolts of orgasm demanding pleasure still rushing through her!

Suspecting Drow trickery, Miriam tried to jump sideways, to replace her quivering right thigh with her left.

But the drow had been expecting...hoping, desperately so, for just such a move...

She caught the Guild Elf right in the middle of her move, when Miriam had both thighs between the Drow's. Wrapping her black thighs around the Guild Elf's, she flipped them both over so she came down upon Miriam.

Then she worked her hips down between Miriam's thighs until...

Miriam howled as fiery bliss seized her. Never had she felt such a electric bolt of raw, overwhelming pleasure shoot up so quickly from her clit before! The flash of torrid sex paralyzed her hips and legs with its pleasure!

Abruptly, with the cry, Miriam's thighs relaxed, then spread.

Without command from her.

The spread...Wide.

And the grinning Drow settled her hips right into the Guild Elf's saddle.

"AAAAHHH!" wailed Miriam, eyes flying open, knees bending outwards spastically, legs raising as the Drow began to slowly, smoothly, relentlessly grind her loins down into Miriam's wide open twat.

Every-time the imbedded libidocrystal just atop her clit even just brushed against Miriam's wet, unhooded, pebble-hard and erect clit, the Guild Elf wailed hoarsely and could barely fight off orgasm.

And now she was to horny, to hot, to ready to be fucked to gather the strength to throw the Drow off!

Yet, she wasn't forced into defeat? Just a couple of firm strokes against her betrayed and defenseless sex button would force her into mind crushing orgasm?

Why torment her?

Maletal was used to winning...

She no longer took much pleasure in just grinding her libidocrystal down on her opponent's helpless clit until her victim was screaming hysterically.

No.

That was too easy! Too quick!

She wanted to give her Sisters up on the balcony a better show...

She liked to drag her victories out.

To make her inevitable victory a literal work of art.

To put her opponent in her appropriate place...screaming hysterically beneath her!

To force her victim to submit...to beg for release and defeat!

She wanted to...she WOULD drag this haughty Guild Elf's defeat out until her mind was broken and she could do nothing but pull her legs back until her ankles were behind her shoulders and she pleading with her, for all to hear, to fuck her into defeat!

Slowly, deliberately, mercilessly she repeatedly brushed her 'secret sex weapon' over the thrashing, moaning Guild Elf's clit. Never maintaining contact long enough to send Miriam over the edge into blissful defeat, just enough to keep the overwhelmed Guild Elf on the edge of feminine ruin until her overrated Guild pride was a thing of the past...

Miriam was in trouble. She could hardly control her body...she no longer could control her traitorous legs, what with her knees spread so far apart that they were alongside and slightly higher than her hips!

And that bitch felt so good when she humped! It was all she could do to fight down the endless, relentless, overwhelming waves of orgasm that shot up her with each and every hump!

Do Something! she screamed at herself!

Miriam's eyes closed to slits, slits of wicked pleasure and impending submission to feminine bliss. Her hands, no longer held down by the triumphant Drow, abruptly reached up to fill with those dark babyfeeders. The Drow's hard nipples dug into her palms as she whimpered up at her conqueror...

Oh so sweetly!

The Drow raised her head up on her arms so she could watch her victim's face as she cruelly broke her, one hump at a time. As she fluidly humped the Guild Elf, a momentary thought flashed through her: That this Elf was going a little sooner, quicker, faster than normal. She was one easy slut!

But the triumph filled Drow attributed that to having served under that moronic Dragon all those weeks...

"MMM!" whimpered Miriam, her hips beginning to rotate under the Drow's slowly, smoothly, competently stroking sex mound, "MMM! So...Good! Stop!...Please...Stop!"

Maletal just chuckled down at the sweating, quivering Miriam. She had heard it all before! She'll break in about three minutes, the way this bimbo is going!

Then the Guild Elf squealed, quite loudly. It brought a cheer from the gallery, for the Drow above had heard such squeals, from such arrogant Light Elves as this Guild Elf before! At the same time Maletal watched as Miriam released Drow tit to grab Guild Elf ankle.

Miriam opened her eyes and pleaded silently up at Maletal while she pulled back on her ankles.

The Drow nodded in understanding, her grin broadening as she realized the Elf was going even faster that the others that had preceded her. The Drow, from long experience breaking Light Elf with her clit-stone, raised her hips up, freeing Miriam to pull her legs up over her head.

Then the Guild Elf was pulling her legs, most eagerly, up, up, up...until her legs had cleared the Drow's raised hips.

Then she was gone!

The crowd abruptly howled a mixture of cheer and warning as Maletal looked down at the empty floor below her! Then she found Miriam's left arm around her waist just above her hip bones!

The traitorous Guild Elf had gotten her to lift her hips, which freed the Elf's hips once she got her legs up above Maletal's thighs! Then, legs up and free of entangling Drow thigh, it had been a simple matter for Miriam to slip out from under the Drow, roll upon her knees, and, facing backwards, wrap her powerful left arm around the Drow's waist, holding her in place on her own hands and knees!

The Bitch!

But then Maletal felt the Guild Bitch's other hand, her right, touch her...

Touch her with Guild Elf fingertips, to be precise...

Touch her right between her soaking wet labia!

The BITCH!

Silently, Miriam breached the Drow's more than ready pussy with her four rigidly extended fingertips. The cunt parted like rotten fruit for the Guild Elf's jab. Then, in a lightning punch, her fingers followed.

Then her hand and thumb...

Maletal didn't say a word, really didn't have time to, until she felt the back of the Guild Elf's hand pop into her!

Never had she been penetrated so quickly! "Oh, you are such a BITCH!" she screeched as the Guild Elf's hand formed a fist just inside her opening...

And then just went right on going!

"EEEEEEEE!" screeched the Drow, head dropping as her eyes screwed shut and her teeth ground together. The BITCH wasn't stopping!

Like lightning Miriam pushed home, sinking in inches of forearm after her hard plunging fist. She had nearly ran out of forearm before her knuckles were grinding against Drow cervix.

Maletal pounded her fist futilely on the rock floor, shaking her head in meaningless denial. But deep inside her boiling head the pleasure of those knuckles couldn't be shut out! It felt too good...too good to do anything about it!

She knew she had to counter that fist, under her navel...

But her body just told her it was too fucking good to stop!

Maybe when she got used to it...

Then Miriam began pumping...

With a jerk she pulled her dripping wet forearm back, a good foot, until her fist caught on the inside part of the drow's widely dilated pussy. Then, without hesitation, she punched back in...

Just as fast and powerfully as her sword trained arm could!

Her fist, never for a second ever outside Drow girl guts, smashed into Maletal's cervix.

And, with a loud moan, the Drow's head dropped until her forehead impacted the rock floor with an audible 'clunk'.

For a split second, when those hard knuckles nearly breached her never breached cervix, all coherent thought dissolved in a white, sexy flash in her mind.

What Lord Loki had designed into all of His Elves: They can't think when He's smashing his godcock into their girl guts!

Maletal now remembered!

The Guild Elf repeated her pump. Out, then powerfully, violently, in.

To the Drow's womb.

To the Guild Elves elbow.

Over and over.

And the Drow squealed like a fresh Drow recruit submitting to the Guild after losing her first battle!

Never had Maletal experienced such pleasure at being raped! Never had taking so much...shaft into her tight belly felt so good! Her mind was quickly smothered in the delicious sensation of being forced to take, and enjoy, monstrous penetration!

If only Lord Loki had fucked her like this!

But no. He just wanted his Drow...his ever horny, ever proud, ever cock-starved Drow to squat down and ride upon him like newly drunk high school junior cheerleaders upon the football coach after the Homecuming Game!

Roger stood there, panting wildly, eyes fixed on the porno-match displayed before him. The other Drow were also panting, and groping, and more, clearly moved, like Roger, at the tableau before them of warrior rape and forced orgasm.

Unseen by the fistfuck gawking Roger, Moonbeam was staring down, at where Roger's costume had abruptly grown a monstrous 'tent' before it.

But she wasn't interested in the tent itself, but what was under it!

And what it tasted like!

Then a delirious shriek from the platform once again seized the Fairy's attention...temporarily.

Maletal didn't...couldn't last long once Miriam established her awesomely potent fist fuck. Within a half a dozen furious jabs the Drow's womb gave way and Miriam was driving her entire forearm, up to her elbow, into the willingly raised up ass, head down Drow's gushing girl hole.

Within a dozen further jabs the Drow was fucking back, completely taken over by the outrageous penetration of her formerly flat, black belly.

Head twisting upon the floor, wet, shiny ass flying back and forth in vigorous, violent counter-time to Miriam's belly jiggling, buttcheek spreading punches, the Drow lost it in record time.

Twenty-seven full arm drives was all it took.

The spectators howled almost as loud as Maletal did when the completely fucked Drow warrior gave up the struggle and exploded under/around the Guild Elf's fist. The howling from the stands went on as long as Maletal jerked, thrashed, and convulsed through the longest orgasm of her life.

Not even Loki had gotten her off as totally as that Guild Bitch!

And that Guild Bitch worked Maletal's orgasm for all it was worth. When the Drow would finally accept her sexual end, she would know she had been fucked!

Miriam didn't pull her drenched arm out of the Drow until Maletal collapsed upon her heaving belly from total sexual and physical exhaustion, laying motionless and silent, spread wide upon the stone floor. Only then did the Guild Elf pull her arm out, with a loud, syrupy pop, and then look for something to wipe the Drow's pussy juice off her.

Roger, heart pounding, cock furiously erect, finally took his eyes off the platform and back to Moonbeam. She was staring, again, at the monstrous tent sticking out the front of his disguise!

Fortunately Roger was standing in the darkest part of the banister, at the far end, for he wasn't going to get that over sixteen inch long pussy-lance of his down! Not after that display of Elvish sex wrestling!

Miriam stood on the platform, looking up at the abruptly quiet Drow crowding the center of the gallery. They appeared to be milling about in small circles.

Roger's eyes widened and his cock jumped when he saw the nearest Drow to him begin to become very friendly with whomever happened to be nearest them! It was quite sudden, and quite blatant!

Without permission thongs and tiny skirts where being pulled down, hard nipples pinched, wet slits probed and diddled!

Moonbeam looked from his face, down to his tent yet again, then licked her lips! "This is just part of the...entertainment, M'Lord!" she panted, looking back up.

He saw how wet her thighs had become, shining in the overhead light. And he could suddenly...smell her That was one hot Fairy!

Her eyes kept going from his hood opening, down to his jumping prick, and back up. "Please, M'Lord? May I? Can I...have some? I need to...sit on you. May I? I need you so bad?"

Suddenly Roger grinned. Nothing sounded better, right then, especially as he looked around at all the Drow groping going on, then having that little Barbie Fuck-doll wrapped around his schlong!

He just nodded.

Moonbeam nearly squealed with delight, breaking out in a big smile. Then she was buzzing down, impatiently waiting for him to raise his disguise high enough for her to get under...

And then she was hugging his pole! He could feel her arms around his shaft just below his glans, her surprising powerful legs around him just above his low hanging balls. Then, with her panting breath searing the tip of his cockhead, right at the slit, her appendages squeezed...

He must have covered her entire head with that first gush of red hot, nearly solid glob of precum he felt quickly exit his piss-slit! He swore he could hear the damn Fairy licking his goo off her face!

But the other Drow were beginning to make such a noise, slurping, squealing, goosing each other, that he relaxed about the noise coming from the Fairy. No body was going to even notice what Moonbeam was going to do under his disguise with a Drow orgy starting up!

So, with his concerns assuaged, and a Fairy in out-of-control horny mode literally wrapped around his loaded and armed meat, he looked back at the platform.

Miriam had started back up the walkway from the platform, leaving a still spread eagled Maletal face down, essentially unconscious. But, abruptly, two Drow guards started coming down.

They reached the Guild Elf and instantly picked her up by her armpits and began to carry her, kicking and howling, back down! They walked across the platform without hesitating and then onto the narrow floor before the caves...

Then, about six feet short of the caves, they threw her, back first, into the biggest cave opening!

Roger, felling the wet-hot velvety bliss of Moonbeam's awesomely talented tongue sweeping his cockhead clean, lazily thought, "Are they letting the Guild Elf free?"

He forgot what Moonbeam had told him earlier of the complete lack of success at escaping through those caves.

Then, abruptly she stopped flying! Roger blinked his eyes, then looked again. There she was, hovering, in mid air, right inside the opening of the cave!

Then a red hot, bubbly moist mouth was enclosing his glans! Roger moaned, quite loudly but he no longer cared about discovery. It had to be Moonbeam's world class Fairy pussy, spreading ridiculously but dedicatedly around his monstrous girl-spear.

It felt soooo damn good!

The Drow about Roger picked up their noise making, and pawing of each other. Roger's eyes widened in shock when he saw Miriam, but then drooped again as his meat was slowly, steadily, deliciously swallowed by Moonbeam's miraculously tight pussy. When his cockhead popped into the bountiful babe's belly, and the wondrous pleasure of fucking Barbie without Ken again seized him, the sensation paralyzed him quite effectively and he, temporarily, forgot about what was happening in the cave entrance.

Seeing that she was no longer flying backwards through the air, Miriam stopped howling and looked around. The Guards were gone, rapidly running up the gangplank, dragging a still fucked brainless Maletal with them.

She was alone.

Some five feet off the ground!

She looked at her arms. They were stuck to something...

Something sticky...

Sticky threads...

Suddenly her blood went cold. Instantly terror: icy cold, ice-pick sharp, unholy terror filled her. Suddenly she remembered those stories, those stories told around the campfire when Guild Elves were on patrol, about the Drow and their allies...

Where they got their poisons from!

And the sick sexual habits of the Drow!

Then she heard something...

Rocks moving...

From behind her...

She wasn't alone...

Roger gasped, but not this time from Moonbeam's cock swallowing pussy. He could see...something in the cave! Something dark, and stringy, and moving in the cave!

Behind the held up Miriam!

"There's something in the cave!" Roger hoarsely whispered down at the cock swallowing Fairy. He reached down and gently grabbed through his disguise the Fairy half down the length of his cock by her shoulders to stop her.

She rather violently pushed his fingers away, "I know! Don't pay attention to what happens! Let me serve you! Now be quiet! And concentrate on me!" she replied. Then she went back to her task.

Roger gasped raggedly, and would have been heard if the Drow about him weren't making even more ragged noises, as another good four inches of divine meat disappeared into Fairy belly. Damn Moonbeam could feel good!

Then he caught the movement in the cave again.

Miriam was helpless. Wide eyed, tugging furiously at the webbing, she could accomplish nothing at freeing her.

She heard scrapping on the rock floor...

Behind her...

Coming closer!

Roger moaned as Moonbeam finally reached fifteen inches, all she could literally take. She must look like a Barbie doll with a cucumber shoved up it! And it was all he could do not to explode inside that wondrous belly right then and there...

HOLYFUCKINJESUS! His mind exploded when his eyes made out what was in the cave. "A spider!" he nearly screamed. His cock flexed at his exclamation, flipping up to smash Moonbeam's head against his hard stomach.

"Quiet!" came from under his disguise. It wasn't very loud for Moonbeam obviously didn't have much room left for air in her lungs. "Do what I tell you! Lift your disguise and lay the hem over the railing! Do it! And don't watch the cave! Its for your own good!"

"What do you mean?" Roger started, then gasped as he both got a good look at the thing in the cave and the Fairy's entire body clamped down on his nearly swallowed choad. The first was the most horrible vision he had ever seen, the second was the most blissful sensation he could remember in a long, long, time...

Marian thought that maybe it was a good idea that she couldn't see what was obviously coming up behind her! Then she reproached herself. She was a Guild Elf! She was expected to show bravery and courage over all other traits! She should face any and all...challenges face to face...

Then she saw a leg, a tubular shaft about as thick as her arm, armored in shell, with a simple two part claw at the end, quite gently seize her right arm.

The Guild Elf began screaming...

Roger shook with barely repressed emotions, watching the monstrous black spider, had to have a twenty foot leg span and a body twice his length, seize each of the screaming Elf's arms and legs. Meanwhile, having obeyed the insistent Moonbeam to drape the front of his disguise over the railing, he felt the cock-stuffed Fairy, using her wings, fly a good foot up his dripping wet cock, hesitate, then rush back down in a kamikaze dive to smash her girl guts against his immovable, steel bar hard prick.

Then she would do it again!

And did that feel good when she smashed her guts into his glans!

Over and over, with a continuous buzz, she began to fly-fuck him!

Roger grit his teeth, his fingers gripping the stone of the railing he leaned on, as he watched the spider efficiently hold the hysterical Elf up by four of his legs while two more, he had eight, after all, cut away the webbing around her.

Meanwhile Moonbeam fucked herself stupid upon his increasingly jumping, and swelling prick.

Miriam's voice was hoarse from screaming as the last of the webbing was cut away. Now she was held aloft by just the four legs holding her legs and arms. The legs might have looked spindly and fragile, but the thing's strength was awesome. Try as she might, she couldn't even budge even one of the legs.

The beast effortlessly held her spread wide apart, now.

She could hear sounds behind her. Terrorizing sounds. Clicking and snapping...

Deep down in her head, her memory, she knew what held her. She knew what those noises meant...

Mandibles. Rigid, jointed, hairy tentacle-like jaws that could snap an arm, crush a skull...

And...

Fangs! Curved, knife-like injectors that could smoothly, deeply penetrate her waist, ribs, hips...any part of her it wished, and inject who knows what unspeakable, paralyzing, digestive poison...

She would scream if her raw voice could manage it!

Her mind no longer wanted to deal with what her imagination told her was behind! She just wanted it to end quickly!

Even though her nearly broken mind kept telling her that Drow spiders don't...eat Elf, the rest of her was way beyond rational thought...

But then, what was left of her mind was abruptly brought back into sharp focus when her legs were spread, far apart, with ease. Looking down between her thighs, her eyes white and wide, she saw it...

Roger was panting like a race horse now, his eyes fixed and wide, his teeth clenched in incredible sex-friction, his hands cracking (it seemed) the rock of the railing they clutched. What was that...thing doing? It was almost upon its back, holding the rigidly spread, obviously terrorized Elf nearly upright over the end of the spider's abdomen.

And what was that extending out the end of that abdomen, where the spinnerets should be?

Moonbeam's buzzing changed pitch slightly, and Roger's knees nearly buckled. Damn, but she was going faster!

He had never came while watching something that absolutely horrified him, before...

"No!" was all poor Miriam could croak when she saw the shiny wet, long and plump tube rise up from behind and between her legs. Instantly she recognized her doom.

Drow sex spiders don't eat Elves, she recalled. They FUCK them!

The meter long, six inch thick pink phallus shot out from its casing between her legs, ending with its tip just over her spread wide, and well lubricated, bald pussy. It immediately spurted a good cup's worth of milky white slime over her heaving lower belly. Immediately beginning to roll down between her wide spread thighs, the evil smelling fluid drenched the Elf's pussy and asscrack.

Then her loins ignited...

"I...I'm gonna...cum!" Roger gasped, doubling over. The wicked little Fairy was flying up and down his tumescent prick in a blur, the velvet friction of her wet girl guts upon his defenseless prick in total command of him. "Oh, baby! Don't stop! Please, don't stop!"

From beneath his disguise, in short, quick gasps, Moonbeam's voice came back, "Yes! M'Lord...go...ahead...M'Lord...dear...relieve yourself...Please!"

Then Roger felt the Fairy abruptly stop her up and down movements and, swallowing all she could of him into her fantastic feminine body, started rotating that cock stuffed body around his jumping prick.

Hissing, Roger began jerking, little quick backward hip jerks from the too good jolts of pleasure caused by furious Fairy/Cock friction. It was more than a mortal Male could resist!

When she caught his bloated balls between her two strong thighs and hugged him like she were riding a horse, Roger lost it.

"Ah!" he cried, head down, eyes screwed shut, as the first hot, almost painful pulse shot through him.

"Squeal!" Went Moonbeam as that pulse became a cup of tacky wadd bloating her body from her sternum to her ridiculously spread pussy.

Roger kept his head down, grunting in time with his penile convulsions, listening to Moonbeam's squeals keeping up with his spews.

"No!" she tried to bark, though it came out as just a hoarse grunt, as the monstrous spider prick planted its tip between her soaked labia, just below her furiously erect clit. The evil crystal of Maletal had already aroused her button something fierce, but the 'semen' just deposited upon her loins was doing an even worse job of arousing her entire sexual region. Her clit was nearly an inch long, by now, and throbbing like a newly broken finger.

Then the broad, curved tip of the phallus perfectly ground down on Miriam's clit, and the Elf's jaw dropped and her eyes momentarily rolled up. She went catatonic, stiff legged and armed in the unbreakable grip of the spider's legs, as the dominate pleasure set off her entire nervous system for a heart stopping count.

When the tip finally relented, and began traveling down her girl slit, bulling apart her already parted labia, Miriam's heart thankfully started up again. She began to whimper as the stiff, yet velvety shaft tip passed through her pussy and between her bulging buttocks. With almost as much ease as with her puss, it force apart her clenched buns, completely lubricating her deep asscrack and goosing her flexing, glistening asshole.

To her humiliation, Miriam squealed, sharp and loud, each time the tip poked into her backdoor!

She had to resist! she urged herself. She couldn't let this thing take possession of her! She had to show those Drow that you couldn't betray a Guild Elf and get away with it!

But her fantasies of resistance and escape were just that. And she realized it, with awful finality, when the spider stopped teasing her and sent his prick sliding up, over the curve of the Elf's pussy, to slide back and forth over Miriam's jutting little girl-cock.

"Ohnoplease!" she cried as the fiery bliss of just the first slide of meter long prick over her soaked slit and clit crushed her resistance in a firestorm of pure pleasure. When the prick retreated, then slit up again, she could only whimper.

The third stroke had her screaming, "Oh! Yes! I'm cuming! So good! PLEASE! Don't stop! Fuck me!"

Roger finally looked up at Miriam's submissive screeches. He was still shuddering in aftershocks of Moonbeam's wonderful fuck, but at least he was in control again of his body. Sweat pouring down his face under his hood, he watched with true sadness and regret as Miriam broke, even before she was penetrated.

She had put up a good fight, he thought.

Then he heard the Announcer. Turning, he saw her gesturing to the other Guild Elves, who looked obviously outraged at the betrayal of their Commander, but just as obviously knew of their helplessness.

"I give you a choice! The fate of your Commander, or serve our DwarfMiners!"

As a group, they turned to stare, suddenly wide eyed, at the huge, jutting tents in the front of the DwarfMiners' kilts as the beasts stood, grinning like primates, behind them.

As the Elves turned back to their Commander, Miriam's howls abruptly went up a notch.

Once the beast had her cuming, good and rhythmically, it skillfully moved her position slightly so, on its nest upward thrust, its bestial cock zipped right up Miriam's completely prepared pussy. It encountered no resistance, either mentally, orally, or physically as it smoothly slid a good two feet of arm thick spider cock into the Guild Elf's eagerly spreading cunt and willingly swelling belly.

Miriam had no memory of her screams jumping higher in either pitch of volume. Since her mind blanked out after her first forced orgasm, it was probably for the better she didn't recall the penetration. But her body certainly 'remembered' it, and enjoyed it immensely in an addictive haze of violent penetration, sex poison, and belly stuffing.

The spider used her callously, instinctively knowing that Elf bodies were capable of servicing such huge organs without serious damage. And Miriam's body served her new master well, her belly sucking mightily on his prong as it surged powerfully in and out of her.

And, finally, spewing quarts of sex poison directly into her convulsing guts.

The other Guild Elves saw, and heard, their Commander being defeated, mind broken, and then addicted to spider sex poison. They saw her thrash and convulse in orgasm upon the bestial thing, accepting its semantic poison willingly...eagerly. Horribly, they heard her beg, not minutes afterwards, for more...

Eyes wet with tears of humiliation and, worse, fear, the Guild Elves turned to the Announcer and, together, nodded once.

A wicked cheer rose from the Drow as they hurriedly gathered around the knot of DwarfMiners to watch the Guild Elf demonstrate their special talents...learned from obtaining their breakfasts from their mounts.

Roger managed to get a quick look at the DwarfMiners after they had shed their kilts, and was impressed. They were nearly as big as him. And they clearly didn't get out much, for they were exploding into Guild Elf faces with the very first lap of horsecock trained Elf tongue!

Then he was distracted as Moonbeam finally finished cleaning his cock off and rose to his hood. She was not happy when she saw where he had just been spying...