"We must GO, M'Lord!" Moonbeam cried into Roger's Hood, barely restraining the volume of her shrill voice.
"Huh?" Roger replied, most astutely. All around him were Drow, naked, sweaty, groping, pawing Drow, mingling about, seemingly all trying, as a pulsing group, to get a look at the Guild Elf captives submissively on their knees in the middle of the balcony, servicing their first, of no doubt many, teams of massively muscled and horse-hung DwarfMiners.
"We must leave this place! You must get away from these Drow!" the Fairy frantically urged, shaking the front opening of his hood. Then she grabbed his cloak at his shoulder and, with a buzz, started pulling him out the nearest door.
Still not sure whether he wanted to leave the noisily gagging Guild Elves, Roger nonetheless found himself slowly, somewhat clumsily, following the Fairy. The Drow about him seemed all consumed in moving towards the knot in the center of the balcony that was the group of DwarfMiners feeding their massive dongs to the subserviently kneeling Guild Elves.
Meanwhile no one, including the blank eyed Roger, paid the least attention to Marian's hysterical wails drifting up from below in the caverns. From unnatural, inhuman, insane orgasms her wails were created. Orgasms that were so intense and mind crushing as to mercifully detract her from what was creating those consciousness smashing waves of feminine bliss. Orgasms produced as she was driven down relentlessly upon monstrous Black Sex Spider impalement organ so as to properly generate and receive her next injection of enslaving sex poison.
The Drow had long ago lost interest in their spiders' use of Elf victims once the intial conquest had been accomplished. To them it was the first hysterical penetration, the first injection, the look on the Elf's face as the sex poison seized them that was the sport. After that it was just enslaved sex meat, serving her new masters.
Not sporting at all.
Moonbeam dragged/guided Roger out of the cavern, then across the Underdark transferal tunnels to a relatively dark, quiet corner. There she shook him as best she could by his shoulders.
"Roger!...er...Mistress! Look at me! Talk to me! You are suffering from Drow pheremones! Whenever Drow get into a sexually excited group, they release those pheremones. I didn't think they would affect Men...er, you! They mainly work on Fairies and Elves. You must fight it off!"
Finally away from the milling mob of worked up Drow, Roger's mind slowly cleared of the sexy, hot visions that had been sweeping through it since the preliminaries of the sex wrestling contest. Slowly he realized that something had been affecting him, something real, chemical, that was making him hornier than hell.
After a few moments of nearly frantic shaking and pleading by the Fairy, Roger's hood abruptly began looking around in quick, deliberate motions that at least resembled normal human directed movements.
Moonbeam finally began settling down.
Suddenly the hood pointed directly to the hovering Fairy. "Did you see what happened...in there...to that Guild Elf!..." Roger started, nearly frantically, his hood now fixed on Moonbeam's relieved face. "We have to do something!"
"Nothing we can do, now!" the Fairy replied, more quietly. She looked around them at the locally empty tunnels. "Look, they'll probably take her out, when the spider is finished with her, and hold her in the same cells as the other Elves. And those other Elves are going to be busy with servicing the DwarfMiners for awhile, at least. Listen to me, Mistress! As long as the Drow are occupied watching the Guild Elves...suck on DwarfMiner cock, the Underdark will be quiet and empty!
"I think I know where Flare is! If we go now, we could get there without running into any other Drow! It is our only chance! We must go now!"
Roger's hood nodded. "But I want to free those Elves, too! I am tired of losing Elves!"
"You will get your chance," Moonbeam said as they slipped around the corner. "I promise you that!"
Roger silently followed the Fairy as she stealthily slipped down nearly empty tunnels, making precise turns and straight paths as if she knew exactly where she was going. The only Drow they saw were clearly guards, who turned their eyes away as soon as they recognized Elhoel's medallion on Roger's chest.
After some twenty minutes, and around a half mile of travel, Moonbeam came to an abrupt halt. "There it is!" she whispered, pointing to a long wall across from the intersection they were standing in. There was only one door. "That is one of the...'entertainment' rooms of Elhoel's clan. Elhoel is high ranking enough to commandeer such a room indefinitely. Some of the Drow back in the spider cavern mentioned that Elhoel was 'busy' with a prisoner and that would be just the place to keep one. I figure the 'prisoner' has to be your Flare."
Roger nodded in agreement. "How do I go about getting in?"
"Just go in the door. There should be a vestibule where everyone puts their clothes and equipment...you're supposed to be naked inside. On the other side of the vestibule there usually is at least two doors that lead directly into the chamber. Elhoel will probably be alone. She wouldn't want other Drow around...she'd want Flare to herself..."
Roger looked at Moonbeam. "She won't be armed?"
"Not regular weapons. Not allowed inside. You, however, don't have to follow the rules. But if you're caught..." Moonbeam shook her head in warning.
"Right! Don't get caught!" Roger replied, stepping towards the single door. Then, seeing Moonbeam not moving with him, he stopped. "You're not going?"
"She'll recognize me. At least, in your disguise, she won't know who you are. If I go in there she'll know that I was involved. She'll hunt me and my sisters down for the next eon to get revenge! I'll wait out here! Okay?"
Roger saw the fear on the Fairy's face, and understood. "Sure, it shouldn't take long, not if she is alone and unarmed. But if she's not, I'll be coming back out in a big hurry!"
"Don't worry! I'll be right here at this corner. There are emergency exits that eventually lead to the surface on each end of the room. I can lead you through them if need be."
Roger nodded, then stepped off again. As he strode he dropped his hand to his sword hilt.
He didn't hesitate at the uncovered door, stepping right inside. He found himself in a dimly lit room, some thirty feet wide but only some six feet deep. Directly opposite on the floor he saw a pile of clothes.
His heart jumped when he saw that one side of the pile of clothes was identical to Guild Elf uniform!
Flare!
Set into the rooms back wall, equidistant on each side, were two more doors. Pulling his sword out, he made for the left hand door.
It lead into a expansive, cylindrically shaped room carved out of solid rock with a ceiling some ten or more feet high. In the center was a block of rock shaped and sized like an altar.
With two females upon it!
Stepping into the adequately lit room, trying to make not a sound to disturb the females, Roger made directly towards them. By the time he got halfway, he made out the Drow...
On top...
It definitely was a Drow, and not just by her shiny, smooth, deep black skin. Elf tall, sleek muscled with a svelte back and certainly not skinny buns, her back was to him. She seemed to be sitting, riding on something...
Someone!
Under those round, firm buttocks was a big patch of yellow-golden curly hair! Just like on a Guild Elf...
Then those buttocks lifted up some inches and he suddenly made out the little pointed nose, and the over foot long pink tongue thrusting up into the flaming red gash of the Drow's pussy...
OHMYGOD! That was Flare's tongue, sliding up Drow cunt!
He stopped some five feet from them, shocked into stasis at the enthusiastic way Flare was working on and tongue fucking into the Drow's dripping cunt!
What had been going on around here?
He saw the Drow, bent slightly over Flare's hips, running the hilt of some knife-like sword made out of aqua-blue flint up and down the Guild Elf's hairless, pink puss. Flare's thighs, already wide spread, where jerking and thrashing as the hilt crushed down and ground away on her brave, upright little unhooded clit!
Roger, abruptly seeing red, was about to apply his own sword, in no uncertain terms, to the Drow's back when another sound echoed through the chamber.
Clopping of hooves!
"I say," filled Roger's ears. He turned to his right where, from yet another door, a damn horse was clopping in! A talking one, no less!
"I say, Elhoel, did you know that you have a visitor? An Arcastrian, if I am not mistaken?"
Roger gawked at the animal as it walked in, talking...in English! What was a fucking horse...no, that was a horn on its head?! A fucking Unicorn!?
And then he saw the two feet of serious horsecock jutting underneath its belly!
Elhoel looked over her shoulder just as Roger had looked at Impaler. What was a stranger doing in her playroom?! And a damn Arcastrian at that? Was she trying to get Flare from her?
Fat chance!
With quite inhuman reflexes she was up and rotated, silently landing on her feet facing Roger, her libidocrystal blade at the ready. Without a sound she strode, ominously, towards the still Unicorn gawking Roger. No Arcastrian, even with a sword, could beat a Drow in hand to hand sex combat!
Flare, dazed, her face dripping with waves of hot, slick Drow puss juice, blinked up at the ceiling, "What?"
"Impaler," Elhoel finally spoke, keeping her eyes on the still unaware stranger. "Keep Flare 'happy' while I deal with our 'guest'."
'Impaler?" Roger thought, then recognized Flare's name in the threatening Drow's voice. Turning hastily to the closing Drow, he gasped, "Flare?"
"You can't have her!" the Drow roared (like an Elf), swinging her blade into position. "She's mine!"
Roger saw the slice coming from his left and managed to raise his sword blade to block it. Then the Drow backstroked, and Roger managed to block that. When she tried another stroke from his left, he just managed to stop that one.
Suddenly a thought went through him: This wasn't so hard!
Then, with a blurry flick of her wrist, she slashed the back of his sword hand.
Roger gasped, suddenly frozen, as the most wicked fiery pain surged up his right arm. Instantly all his strength in that arm was gone...
The Drow slapped his motionless sword blade with her own twice, once on each side. The second strike sent his sword to the floor.
Instinctively Roger grabbed his throbbing right hand in his left. But, even before his hands came together, the pain was...changing.
Then that aqua-blue flint blade was under his hood's chin.
Roger froze.
His hand no longer hurt.
But it did...burn.
As he gaped from behind his hood into the smirking Drow's face, Roger suddenly caught on fire. Hot, wet lust swept through him, especially his balls...then his/Loki's Cock! Within seconds the pain disappeared from the scratch, which wasn't that serious to begin with, to be replaced with the most torrid horniness he had ever experienced!
Yet he had a knife blade set to his throat! Not exactly the most...romantic of situations!
It was almost as if he had been drugged!
He glanced over at the movement occurring on the big rock and saw the Unicorn, 'Impaler', plant his front hooves upon each side of the still prostrate Flare's ribcage, and then arch his...impressively long, fat cock right over her pussy juice soaked face.
Abruptly he noticed, for the first time, that the Unicorn's horn was glowing!
At once a big grin broke out on the Guild Elf's face and she compulsively reached right up, over her cunt juice soaked face, to eagerly fill her hands with horsecock. "Yes, Daddy!" she said in her sweetest little sexpot voice as she pulled the drooling glans right into her face and wide open mouth!
The Unicorn, after a glance back at either the Drow, who wasn't looking back, or the hood hidden Roger, who wished he wasn't looking at all, thrust mightily and a good foot of horsecock slid into Flare's wide open maw and down her wildly expanding, loudly gagging throat!
Oh how Roger wished he hadn't seen that!
Then Impaler lowered his muzzle between Flare's willingly wide open thighs and began lapping her completely open and available, bright pink pussy with his broad, long, and masterfully powerful horse tongue!
Flare just squealed, then went back to her loud gagging!
"She's mine!" the Drow barked up at Roger, bringing his attention fully back to her and her weapon at his throat. "I obtained her in honorable combat and do not wish to part with her, for any amount of remumeration! Understood?" She poked his cloth covered throat with the tip of her blade for emphasis.
Then the Drow saw the medallion hanging from Roger's throat. Her eyes widened. "How did you get that?" she cried, pointing at it with her blade. "You certainly are not who I gave it to! What happened to Lady Gem of the Guild?! Well, you have a tongue, don't you?"
Roger could only silently stand there until...
A tent abruptly appeared in the front of Roger's disguise.
The Drow's eyes widened even further when she saw it swelling up towards her.
Invisible behind his hood, Roger grinned sheepishly. There was literally nothing he could do...he felt that he had lost all control over his body, especially his/Loki's Cock! He felt quite mortified over having lost control of his...'weapon' while simultaneously paralyzed to any other reaction while a blade was pressed to his throat.
He realized quite clearly that this was not the most sexiest of moments, yet his bone was rearing its ugly head without the least request or desire from him!
But he distinctly felt his Cock, his balls, his entire surrounding hips had become encased with red hot...sensations of throbbing, surging lust. Furthermore lusty cravings for compulsive, wicked, sex with this Drow, with Flare, with that horse, were continuing to spread through him from the areas already in its grip. It seemed that he had no longer any control over his cock's actions, or his sex drive. His cock seemed to be acting on its own brain, possessing its own set of desires, of goals that were quite independent of what he still had in his head!
And all it seemed to be interested in was getting off!
He glanced at the aqua-blue blade in the Drow's hand, then at the scratch on the back of his own. Then he remembered Gem's 'difficulties' when she had gotten back to camp two days ago. What did Victoria call it? 'Libidocrystal'?
His balls started bouncing between his knees, rock hard and the size of grapefruit.
Damn he was hot!
And getting ever hotter!
The Drow, too, looked from the back of his hand back up to his hood. There was a smile on her face. "You are no Arcastrian!" she concluded, then she slashed down with her blade.
Suddenly his disguise was sliced open from his waist down the centerline to the hem!
It parted from the pressure pushing out from under it and his furiously erect prick exploded out into Elhoel's face!
The Drow's eyes glowed as they widened to full, shocked, almond shaped expansion. As her vision immediately locked on his divine display, Elhoel's jaw dropped in utter surprise as Roger's/Loki's Cock expanded outward even further than his 'normal' superhuman dimensions, till his throbbing meatstick rivaled that of Impaler's, bordering on at least eighteen inches of arm thick godcock!
Roger looked down at his further mutated, already magically altered organ, shocked into continued silence at the penile dimensions jutting out before him! Its so big! he thought, momentarily not believing he was seeing his own prick. He never thought he could ever produce such a monstrous, outrageous sexpole!
His mind babbled on in shock: Could he even get something that huge into Flare?
Precum was abruptly pouring out the slit at the tip, hanging in a continuous, ropy strand at least two feet down to the floor. The nearly solid stuff surged out in an endless stream of bubbling, twisting manstuff!
Sweat was running down his forehead now, yet he wasn't physically uncomfortable. Just hot, sweaty, and, especially for a human male with a blade under his chin held by an expert sword fighter (female or not) who hated his very mortal masculine gender, ridiculously horny!
The heat swept through him unrestrained as he gawked at the very attractive, and becoming more so, Drow's naked, tight, smooth black body threatening him. His eyes were suddenly fixed on the Drow's...very mouth watering...baby feeders.
Almost as big as Flare's...
Did they taste as good?
He had no opinions of the Drow's crimson wet pussy...
He hadn't gotten a close look at it...yet!
He was certain it would taste as good as Guild Elf!
He knew he was babbling...
He just stared at the Drow's delicious charms as his monstrous prick continued pumping babystuff out its tip in an endless torrent...
And Elhoel's eyes glowed in its divine light.
Slowly, steadily she had formed a little smile of fascination as she gawked, her eyes watching every slimy worm of Roger's precum slide out his slit and slap to the stone floor. Then, with a visible jerk, she looked up at his hood.
"It is Divine!" she gasped, stunned. Looking quickly back down, she added, "It has the glow of Divinity!" Then her eyes tore away from the cock to raise again to Roger's hood. She lost her smile, "But, you are not He! You are not Lord Loki!"
She looked back down, her little smile returning. "You are...bigger than Him, I remember! I know! I have ridden him!"
She looked up again. "Long ago...I rode Him! You are not Lord Loki!"
She looked down and seized his prick in one dwarfed, black hand.
Roger fought the urge to moan from the intense pleasure of her avid grip on him. But he couldn't resist the instinctive reaction of belching a few more ounces of cum out the tip when she grabbed him.
Elhoel did hiss, with first contact. "So hot!" she gasped, squeezing him. When his torrent of slime belched out the tip and ran greasily over her Cock grabbing wrist, she added a sincere moan.
She milked him with her one hand, causing tons of lumpy "creme d' Roger" to cascade noisily to the floor. Roger stiffened with the first pull, a wild desire to explode in that little hand and hose its owner down abruptly sweeping him, almost overwhelming him. No helping it, his legs spread before the Drow, letting his stony hard and swollen nuts to slip between his thighs and swing heavily between his legs.
Elhoel again lost her smile when she looked back up. Continuing to paralyze him with her one handed prick milking, she lifted the medallion over his hooded head with her blade. Laying the medallion to the floor, she threw back his hood with the same blade.
"Who are you?" she started, then stopped abruptly, shock registering on her beautiful face. Roger could only look back sheepishly as he saw her shock metamorphose into hatred. "A Man!"
At least Drow use that word the same way as Guild Elf do!
"So!" the Drow replied triumphantly. "The rumors were correct! There is a...Man in Alfheim!" Then she looked down, little smile returning. "A Man with a God's Cock..."
For a pregnant moment she stood there, slowly pulling on his jumping prick, staring at the gunk drooling down from it. "A Man with an incredibly huge God's Cock..." she finished.
She looked back up. "I'll find out where you came from and why you are here later. For now, though..."
Roger broke in, "I came for Flare! I want her..."
Her jacking hand sped up.
Roger throat closed off as his cock nearly jumped out of her clutching hand, the perfect, raw, luscious pleasure of expert cock milking sweeping him...effortlessly silencing him.
Elhoel smirked. "You're Human, and a male, alright! Easy to get their attention! Just grab their cocks! And, Man, Flare is already called for. By me! Now strip, Man, I wish to use you! It has been awhile since I've had the opportunity to play with a holy organ of this...caliber! Maybe, if you please me, I'll let Flare watch while I fuck you to death!"
She thrust her crystal blade under his throat again, and Roger, unwillingly, pulled his costume off over his head. Naked, he stood there, towering over the little Drow.
Throughout his disrobing she hadn't missed a single floor coating stroke.
His thighs began to quiver as she began, at the end of each of her foot long milking strokes, twisting her precum soaked hand around the slippery crown of his cockhead.
Roger wanted to rise upon his tip toes, the Drow's handjob technique felt so damn good!
Closing his eyes in jerked off male bliss, expecting to be driven over the edge into ball draining spewgasm, abruptly Roger gasped when the Drow instead pressed the cold libidocrystal blade against his swinging, low hanging, overheated balls. Not missing her smooth, competent jerkoff stroke, she lifted one nearly melon sized ball on the flat of the blade to study it. Then, finished, she tilted the blade to let the oversized babymaker to slip off...
Roger gasped in pain when the orb bounded off the bottom of his scrotal sac.
"Full?" Elhoel replied with totally false concern. "They look it! You are substantially larger than any Male Human I have ever seen! Of course, since I have never seen a Human Male alive until now...I have only seen dead ones...They may be bigger when you're still alive...
"In fact, you are bigger than I recall Lord Loki to have been! Imagine that! Bigger than a God! Must be magic involved, no? What kind of magic, I wonder? More importantly...Who's magic? Not Desiree's, for certain! She doesn't need another oversized Divine Cock to fuck break Elves...No, but a Dark Lord, or His Mistress?"
As she spoke, mostly to herself, Roger just stood there, sweating and swaying, his clenched fists at his sides, his legs locked, his titanic prick pissing precum all over the floor before him.
"Well, let's see just how much jizz you carry, and can shoot! I must admit, I haven't mastered a Cock this nice and big since the last time Lord Loki let me handle Him! And that last time I managed to hit the ceiling with His first two eruptions!" She glanced up, and Roger's eyes followed.
That damn stone roof had to be fifteen feet high!
"On your back, Man!" the Drow barked.
Hit the ceiling from on my back!? No way! Roger managed to shake his head.
The Drow just smiled. "I can be persuasive, Man! Or, maybe its just you haven't received enough...'stimulation'?
Then she jabbed his swollen ballsack with the tip of her aqua-blue crystal blade.
"Ah!" Roger yelped as a momentary pinprick of vivid, but mercifully brief, pain shot up from his abused babymakers. A single drop of blood appeared at the very front of his stuffed scrotum, where his balls jutted forward the furthest. It quickly coagulated.
The Drow smiled, looking up from her little jab of torture. "That should convince you, in very short order, to comply with each and every command from me! I am looking forward to this, and I am not interested in arguing with my Man toy! I have never heard of a...living Human Male who has been intoxicated with the libidoblade. The results should be...interesting!"
'Interesting'?! Roger's balls were suddenly on fire! Like she were hanging them over a campfire, they burned horribly...horribly sexily. And his prick! Swelling even bigger! Longer! Fatter! Every vein and cartilaginous ridge vividly outlined by his straining, stretched to the limit skin.
Instantly!
It was all he could do not to explode in the Drow's hand!
Literally explode!
You know...guts and blood and no more Elf stuffing!
Resigned to his fate, and hornier than he had ever felt before, Roger obediently went down. Bending backward, putting his arm back to the floor, he obediently lowered himself upon his back.
The damn Drow immediately began twisting that cockhead grabbing hand around and around his glans as soon as he settled down. At once Roger was whining and writhing on his back, his legs jerking, his hands impotently clutching at the rock floor.
At least his boiling hot, melon sized nuts lay on cool stone.
Elhoel put down the blade and wrapped, or tried to, her other hand around his shaft. Barely able to even hold onto his bloated pole, she began furiously jerking his shaft, in over foot long strokes, while continuing twisting and gripping his cockhead.
"Snick! Snick! Snick!" went her cum greased hands.
"Ai! Ai! Ai!" went Roger in unbearably painful sexual bliss.
"You won't last long!" she crowed triumphantly. "Lord Loki could hardly withstand my milking for more than a couple of minutes! A mere Man can hardly last that long!"
After a moment of hesitation by Roger, when the mere Man only could pant up at the dominate Drow arching over him while beating him mercilessly, her jacking hand abruptly became of fiery blur over his shaft. "Right?" she repeated herself, speaking slowly and fiercely.
Roger's wide apart legs stiffened as his head fell to the floor with a thunk. He stared up at the ceiling, right at the spot he knew the Drow was aiming his doomed manhood. "Oh, yes!" he gasped with extreme enthusiasm, or fear...or both. "Don't stop! Please! I need it! Please! Don't stop!"
His balls burned so! He had to cum or he swore his nuts would explode!
Damn but this was crazy!
"Just like Loki! Typical for a Man! All they want...all they can do is explode in my hands!" she replied, watching his towering prick start its warning jerks.
Then, as his eyes threatened to roll up, he heard choking. Loud, sloppy, nasty gagging.
Taking a quick look over to the altar, he grimaced when he saw Flare spouting twin jets of horsespooge out her flared nostrils, then vomiting up waves of said wadd from her widely spread, cock stuffed mouth. As if it wasn't bad enough, he saw the Elf reach out over her head to sink her claws into Impaler's swollen babymakers and, most enthusiastically, squeeze.
"Ahhh!" the Unicorn wailed from between Flare's wide open thighs.
Then the Elf's gagging picked up dramatically in rhythm and volume.
"Ahhh!" Now it was Roger's turn to wail as the Drow, seeing his gander at 'her' Flare's feeding, released his throbbing glans and viciously gripped one of his defenseless nuts.
"She is not yours, Man!" she roared, like an Elf, into Roger's wide and white eyes now fixed completely upon her own. "You should be working on hitting the ceiling. You might live longer!" Then she swung around alongside his right ribcage, facing his wildly jerking prick and, more importantly, blocking Roger's view of Impaler impaling 'his' Flare.
Roger immediately gripped the Drow's right firm and round asscheek in a typically Male possessive hand.
Elhoel nodded, her own vision locked on the titanic prick gripped in her omnipotent hand, pulsing vividly and wildly in its last throws of deadly pleasure. "That's more like it, Man! You cooperate like that and I'll make your last moments more...much more...pleasurable than that blond bimbo could have!"
Roger slipped his fingertips into the Drow's tight, dark asscrack. Immediately he found, and then probed, her virginal asshole.
"That's enough of that, Man!" Elhoel barked, wriggling her round and bulging buns of steel. "Drow don't do oral, nor do we appreciate anybody playing around with us back there!"
Roger sent his fingertips forward, between the back of her labia and into her red hot, and very wet, pussy.
"That's more like it, Man!" Elhoel replied, her voice mellowing as Roger began stroking up and down her sweet, velvety girl-slit. "You've earned your reward!"
Then her jacking hand turned into a blur.
And her claws sank into his defenseless nut.
And Roger howled like a banshee as fiery male bliss seized him.
He heard the Drow squeal as his first spurt, traveling at relativistic speeds, abruptly exited his slit and rocketed into her face, right between the eyes, before splattering across and off her forehead.
But, at that moment, he was too busy cuming his scrambled brains out to give it very much thought!
He didn't even hear the next two 'splats' as he spewed a good cupful of colloidal Drow skin creamer, twice, off the ceiling.
Right where the cum dripping, triumphantly grinning Drow had aimed him!
But Roger was long lost to catatonic, tetanic, mind numbing spewgasmic bliss, to possessed jerking visibly with each complete jack of the Drow's masterful, masturbating hand to even notice an earthquake beneath him, better yet two ceiling staining cum impacts above him.
Not to mention preparing to spew yet another cupful of manchowder feet into the air with the Drow's next stroke.
For long, messy minutes Elhoel beamed at the impressive cum pumping manstick, obediently shooting out cupfuls of eggwhite with each of her commanding jerks upon him. His impulsive impalement of her pink pussy with two (or was it three?) impassioned fingers as she worked him just added to the magic of the moment.
She was so pleased with his reaction to her domination of his...godlike Cock, spewing a good liter of spooge all over the floor around them after just a dozen hard, firm jerks, that she didn't even mind the fact that he had also buried his thumb into her never before breached asshole!
Literally, she had never permitted any partner the freedom of probing her backdoor.
Actually it didn't feel that bad, for the moment! Uncomfortable, but in a pleasant, feminine way!
But not for a Drow!
But all good things come to an end, and so did Roger. Long, messy, moaning minutes later, when Roger's towering cock finally stopped spurting, but not stopped its throbbing, jerking pulses in her conquring hand, Elhoel released him.
When his freshly freed cock subsequently remained breathtakingly upright in her wide eyed face and stony hard and fat, her opinion of the stranger rose too. This...Man was more and more like Lord Loki with every test she put him through!
Save for the copious tacky strands of coiled Mangoo hanging from the swollen purple glans, the ever more impressive Organ appeared ready and able to continue, for all facts and purposes appearing as if it had never just been beaten off by her!
Just like Lord Loki had been, oh so long ago: Never satisfied with just one hot, furious Drow-handling session with her!
No sooner had the awesome bliss of being beaten off by a Drow while under the influence of libidocrystal overdose calmed, than Roger was looking up at Elhoel's svelte and ebony smooth back, leering down at her perfect (naturally, for an Elf) ass still clutched in his right hand. Goddamn if he wasn't ready for another go!
This time with him on top!
Damn, but his balls burned!
He felt one of those balls gently lifted off the hard, now hot, stone floor.
And kissed sweetly!
"That was most satisfying!" Elhoel told his recently kissed nut. "Not even Lord Loki could give up the Man's Offering to the Drow any more copiously and powerfully as you just did!"
Then she kissed his other nut!
'This was getting downright romantic...especially for a Drow!' Roger thought, grinning broadly. "Romancing the Balls"!
"Do you think..." she started, then stopped, her voice hardening. "...I meant...you can save yourself, Man, from a quick, meaningless death if you could manage to keep your 'Manhood' erect so I could...well, so instead of stroking you again...no need to waste such...plentiful and...clearly Divine Semen..."
"Wanna fuck?" Roger said with a big shit eating grin to Elhoel's back.
The Drow just turned back to Roger's still grinning face, her own face grinning just as broadly. As soon as she saw his grin, however, her's dropped to a scowl. "You had better be able to maintain your...erection just as large and rigid as when I generously relieved you of the libidocrystal's stimulatory effects, Man! The Drow expect their...Male slaves to be suitably thankful for our delicious bodies and the favors they bestow upon such inferior genders as yourself. Now the big question is..." and she shook his again drooling sex tower in a dwarfed hand, "...can you manage to satisy me?"
Roger thought while staring at the beautiful, arrogant Drow's face, 'Damn! Was this how she spoke to Loki? No wonder he didn't visit here as often as the Guild! What a horny, hot little Bitch!'
Stiffling his sudden temper, Roger tried to reply calmly, "I think I can 'satisfy' you...Drow!" Then he flexed his undiminished, upright prick. It popped right out of Elhoel's cum-slippery, cockshaft gripping hand and powerfully struck the Drow in her ribs, nearly bowling her over.
Elhoel grinned for a moment as she hastily regained control of the runaway cock. Then the scowl returned. "You just keep it that way!" she barked, then she started to scramble up atop him.
Roger, too, began to rise, intending to gain the upperhand with his superior height, when she quickly planted her hands on his shoulders. With impressive, no nonsense strength, she pushed him back down. Then she picked up the libidoblade and again threatened his chest, this time, with it. "I am the superior, Man! Drow always dominate their mates, Man! Don't you forget that, for you will live longer! I am always on top, Man!" she barked, eyes locked on his stiff stander jutting up between her straddling legs. "The Drow always belong on top! Remember that!"
Roger's eyes initially locked on the threatening crystal blade. But then, for some strange reason...perhaps the effects of the libidocrystal, he saw red with the Drow's last statement. All at once, with wild, unreasoned fury, Roger was seized with murderous rage at that Drow.
The arrogance of the Bitch!
And endlessly threatening him with the blade!
This had to end!
Then she grabbed his prick and, holding it straight up, she brought the blade to the shaft, just below his flaring cockhead. "We Drow know how to keep our Men in their place, don't we?"
Roger's eyes widened, but not in fear...utter anger, hatred, fury...
Without further thought he simply shot his right fist, as tight a fist as quickly as he could move it, in a blurry right hook! He slashed across the smirking Drow's left chin...
"Urk!" went the black beauty as her chin touched her right shoulder and the rest of her went down in a clump upon Roger's throbbing pole.
Roger's fury abatted as quickly as it formed and he found himself cradling the nearly unconscious Drow on his stomach and chest. He lifted her head, looking carefully at her face, and seeing no serious looking damage, went on to check the rest of the stunned female.
His cock was cradled right between her strong thighs, her soaking wet pussy just a few inches down from his glans.
Damn, she was a hot, sexy piece of tail, Roger told himself, running appreciative Male hands all over that smooth, hot, sweet black sexmeat. His cock began to bob like an eager puppy!
She stirred! She was coming to!
Roger quickly moved the libidoblade outside of her reach, then attended to the Drow. He didn't have much time, whatever he did had to be quick...
"Wha?..." mumbled the Drow, her eyelids fluttering.
Urgency forced a decision out of Roger. Grabbing the Drow by the bottoms of her thighs, he first spread her legs 180 degrees apart. Then, bracing his shoulders upon the floor, he hiked her straight up, quickly, until her...absolutely dripping wet and flaming red cunt nestled atop the tip of his still towering, steel pole of a cock.
He hissed as her deep belly heat enrapped the tip of his glans.
Then he saw the Drow squirm upon his pole.
"No more time!" he grunted. Gripping her thighs firmly, he pulled down.
Both of them cried out, Roger a ragged gasp as her incredibly hot, wet, and velvety pussy popped around the flaring crown of his cockhead, the semi-conscious Elhoel giving out with an ear piercing squeal as his cockhead abruptly entered and filled her Elf snug girl tunnel.
For a long moment both held still, Roger fighting to keep his cock from jerking and then prematurely exploding in its tight, sucking confines of Drow belly while the Drow was held in mid-squat by Roger's Male arms.
Finally, though, after a moment of holding the feather light, and ball emptying tight Drow atop his cockhead, Roger let Elhoel began to drop towards the floor.
Only while being simultaneously wrapped around Roger's Drow impaler!
As the delicious black beauty involuntarily sank, squatting like a world champion cheerleader, Roger gawked at her belly swell as he directed her descent right down around what had to be eighteen inches of belly splitting Divine Cock.
Damn that looked...and felt good!
"Fuckin' tight!" Roger gasped, gripping her by her hips. He pulled down, gently, forcing ever more arm thick prick into the petite beauty.
The Drow's eyes fluttered, then she slowly nodded. "You are so...massive, M'Lord!" she mumbled.
Then she opened her eyes with a start. Staring down from her perch over a foot above Roger, her furrows knitted and she bared her fanged teeth. "You! You struck me! You Bastard! Release me at once or I will castrate you! You...You...You Man!"
Roger just obeyed. Immediately releasing his grip on her hips, he let her fall...to slide down his huge, well lubricated sex pole.
Elhoel instantly realized her mistake, but way too late for her to do anything about it. With eyes widening and mouth instinctively opening to scream, she started down.
"AAAAHHHH!" the Drow howled, an uninhibited, full throated scream of awesome feminine penetration, as her belly swelled and her hips spread around the monstrous prick.
Roger gnawed on his lower lip, eyes screwed shut, too, as the velvety hot girl tube of the Drow reluctantly but steadily spread around him during her mad, uncontrollable descent. For a long, mind dissolving moment she steadily obeyed the Law of Gravity, her guts swallowing him up unremitingly as she dropped ever lower towards his own stomach. For all appearances she was eagerly taking him in.
Finally, though, with a wild yell of unasked for feminine pleasure, the Drow's womb impacted his cockhead and she momentarily stayed, her womb balanced upon his unbending prick. Almost immediately, however, her pleasure derived howler monkey trumpeting ceased and she abruptly and rapidly bent forward at her waist. Her sweaty face, abruptly displaying white, bulging eyes and equally white, fang bared teeth, initially bounced off and then eventually settled upon Roger's heaving chest.
Then the Drow moaned, real long and loud, while her nicely shaped, ebony hips squirmed upon Roger's penile perch some inches above his own motionless hips.
Suddenly, with the Drow collapsed upon his trunk, he could see Flare again.
She was sitting with her right hip upon the edge of the altar, the Unicorn urging her not ungently with his muzzle to completely roll upon her belly. She was giving Roger the most...shocked and pained face he had ever seen as the slowly becoming conscious Elhoel started squirming in stuffed belly bliss upon him. The Guild Elf was also giving him the most...cummy face he had ever seen! Foot long strands of coiled horsespooge hung from her chin, from both her rock hard nipples, as well as both nostrils. Sheets of yellowish, tacky wadd clung to her cheeks and forehead. Her hair was plastered to her skull from the...had to be pints...of babystuff that Impaler had already spewed upon and into her!
And now she was bending over the sacrificial, fucking altar to take the Unicorn's horsecock again, like some mare in heat!
This was not what Roger had envisioned their first meeting would be like!
Well, it was obvious that Flare would not be able to change things, not with two feet of equine Elf enslaver plowing through her guts! He then felt Elhoel squirm, enthusiastically squirm, upon and around his nearly Drow belly swallowed cock!
And he remembered what Moonbeam had told him about what could turn out to be his most effective 'weapon' against the Drow. She had also said that it definitely would not be his sword!
Maybe he could still have some 'influence' on this Drow through his divine 'gift'?
Moonbeam, at that very moment, peered around the stone corner of the intersection of the four tunnels at the edge of Elhoel's 'entertainment' center. She had not seen, nor heard, a thing from that single doorway since Sir Roger had entered, quite a few minutes ago! She hoped everything was going alright!
She kept blaming herself for not going in with him. She could have been of some real help to him against that Drow!
But she also reminded herself that Elhoel would have recognized her immediately, and as soon as Sir Roger was discovered by the Drow to be not an Arcastrian, she and her Fairy Sisters would be associated with him. The word would then get out for Elhoel's Clan to retaliate against the Fairies' betrayal of the Drow and Elhoel's sisters would satisfy their anger by committing the most horrible, and wickedly sexual, revenges against Moonbeam's Fairy Clan!
Drow knew how to handle and get what they...want from Fairies!
Then her upper arm was grabbed!
With a squeak she was pulled back around the corner to face a Drow Guard!
Moonbeam blanched, her wings buzzing frantically.
Then another Drow stepped around from behind the Guard.
With a shudder Moonbeam recognized her as a high ranking Officer of Elhoel's Clan!
The Officer looked the naked Fairy up and down. Her eyes stopped at Moonbeam's jutting Barbi doll tits and again at her blatantly displayed hairless cameltoe. "Just what brings you here?" she asked, smirking when she saw how frightened the Fairy was.
"Ah! Umm! You see..." Moonbeam veritably squeeked.
"Speak up! Your kind do not belong this far into the Underdark without Drow escort! Do you know where you were looking? Why were you spying on Elhoel's torture chamber? Were you looking for someone that Elhoel has inside?"
"Eeep! I...I...was just...uh...waiting..."
"I see. You know no one is to enter that chamber without Elhoel's expressed permission until she, herself comes out? And who knows when that will be? You were expecting a long wait, eh?"
Moonbeam just hovered, chewing on her lower lip.
The Officer smirked more broadly. "I think I should...interrogate you further, Fairy! But in more...privacy! You may be a spy, and I would hate to be wrong about that, so let's go to my little interrogation chamber so, if you are truly innocent, your rights will not be publicly violated by my...questioning techniques! You see, I know how to get...information out of Fairies! And, if I know Fairies, like you, you are going to love giving me...everything I want from you!"
With a curt nod from the Officer, the Guard yanked, not very gently, on Moonbeam's arm. With another squeak the Fairy, like a delicious kite, meekly followed the burly (for an Elf) Guard. The Officer, eyes locked on Moonbeam's twin loaves of Fairy buttmeat, followed with a big, wide smile of anticipation.
Roger, eyes fixed on his Flare as she meekly, even readily, under the dominating urging of the Unicorn arching over her, rolled upon her slick belly to offer up her equestrian developed bubblebutt for a horse to mount her, angrily flexed his mighty prong, a prick nearly buried in clinging, torrid, wet and meaty Drow girl tube. Immediately the Drow bent over his chest jerked, squeaked, and then punched him on his left arm.
Roger knew immediately that the Drow was finally awake.
"Don't do that!" she gasped, her plump, but steely firm buttocks quivering as they stuck up into the air. Her hips were perched atop a good half foot of unswallowed cock, and they waved about in the air like a great sexual flag.
Elhoel was, indeed, fully conscious, and aroused, after he had sucker punched her! Then her eyes squeezed shut and she bit down, hard, on her lower lip to stifle another moan. 'This bestial...Man was huge!' the Drow gasped for the umpteenth time since regaining consciousness spiked upon this beast's Divine Cock. The pleasure of being so full was most difficult to ignore...or resist.
It had been a long time since she had squatted down on such a...Divine Organ!
That was not to say that she, and her beautiful Black Sisters, never had the opportunity to house inhumanly huge man-organs far up in their tight, smooth, consummately sexy bellies. Impaler was sizable, indeed, as well as thicker than her arm! Mounting her from behind could be...mind seizing from the penetration pleasure produced by having a Drow's 'G' spot (Yes, Elves had those, in basically the same location as Human Females, but they were nearly twice as big, or 'sensitive'.) pummeled into convulsion producing orgasm by an organ such as Impaler was gifted with.
But there was something 'different' with Divine Cocks like Lord Loki's...and this Male's! It wasn't necessarily size, or width...though that certainly helped. It had to be something associated with the glow she, and every other Elf, saw when it was unleashed. But the pleasure of being deeply impaled by a Divine Cock was infinitely more...distracting!
With mounting fear she realized that this Cock would have the same enslaving effects upon her as Lord Loki's Organ had so long ago.
When she had let her hip's weight down on His Cock, her scheming, always thinking, ever alert mind would vanish in a silent scream of irresistible, unstoppable, will crushing utter pleasure. Worse, or better, she couldn't think of anything...anything at all, for quite a while afterward! She could only feel the 'Bliss of the Impaled', as her Drow Sisters called it, as she lay fucked and sprawled on her face wherever the Lord Loki had left her after He finished enjoying her.
That monstrous fucked ecstasy was the closest thing to mindless rapture an Elf could experience...even with the help from libidocrystals or Sex Spider venom.
Elhoel's head popped up, eyes wide open and alert, when the Male beast gripped her. He seized her raised up hips, hips held up by his towering prick, and sank his powerful fingers into her dark butt meat, holding her still. Once she was still, he pulled down and his unbendable prick pushed her womb farther up and back towards her spine and lungs.
"Don't...Damn Loki!...stop!" Elhoel panted into Roger's chest, white, walnut shaped eyes fixed up on his. "Stop!...you can't...it won't...I won't let you...OOOHHH!" she wailed as her cervix gave way.
"OH! IIEE! OH, OH, OH, OH LOKI!" went the suddenly helpless Drow as her womb, without the least prior permission of its owner, accepted Roger's fist sized cockhead.
"Ah!" went Roger as the Drow's delightfully snug uterus lovingly sucked on his recently admitted glans.
Staining, teeth grinding together, sweat poured off the catatonic Elhoel's forehead and cheeks to pool upon Roger's sternum as she desperately tried to adjust to the fist spreading her womb.
Meanwhile Roger smiled, or, more properly described, smirked. Out of the corner of his eye he could see that damned Unicorn, fully draped atop Flare, powerfully driving down into the Guild Elf's offered up ass.
Flare was squealing like a five year old with a new all-day sucker.
Elhoel just panted, like a long distance runner, atop him.
"Feel good?" Roger joked down at the Drow whose sweat drenched head rested upon his sweat drenched chest. He dug his fingers into her nicely ample, though very well toned, buttmeat. "What some more?"
Then she clenched her teeth...upon the flesh of his chest!
"Ow! Damn it!" Roger barked. Then he slapped Elhoel's left asscheek...hard. The crack echoed off the ceiling.
"Having some difficulty, Old Boy?" suddenly came from the Unicorn now furiously bitch-fucking Flare.
Roger's bitch!
Roger's heart dropped when he looked over at the Unicorn using the Guild Elf. He had her in the bitch position, bent over the edge of the altar, her head down, her fists futilely pounding on the stone top of the altar. Her magnificent ass was offered up, thrust back and up into the Unicorn's merciless thrusts of two foot long horsecock.
Roger could see Flare's normally athletically flat and deep navelled belly swell ominously with each of the Unicorn's firm, masterful thrusts, and see that swollen belly collapse inward into a hollow cavity with his brief withdrawals.
Her powerful, well defined legs were...quite voluntarily...spread wide for the equine beast, giving the Unicorn unprecedented penile access to her literally soaking wet girl slit. A girl slit stretched to its very limits accommodating the Rogeresque girth of Impaler's 'impaler'.
Tears coursed down Flare's full, crimson cheeks, her eyes screwed shut in obvious 'pain' as her buttocks, belly, tits shuddered and jumped as inhuman waves of will crushing orgasm surged through her with each of the Unicorn's masterly thrusts into her eagerly offered up pussy. She was as helpless, suffering blissful domination under the Unicorn, as Roger had ever imagined a Guild Elf could be.
He had to do something, for Flare simply couldn't!
Gritting his teeth and furiously gripping Elhoel's, admittedly, damn fine set of asscheeks, Roger sat up.
The Drow could only take a couple painful, but not serious, nips out of his chest, and grip and irritatingly claw at his upper arms before he was upright with her in his arms in his lap. She tried to thrash in his lap, but his deeply set cock bulged her belly and made her gasp and grunt, punching her in her deep guts, with her every move. Sitting on his butt, holding the trying to struggle Drow atop his nearly belly encased cock, he managed to fold his legs under him.
'Now to find out just how great a place this was!' he told himself, willing his legs to straighten and lift him and the actively, and painfully, face slapping but also deeply impaled Drow to his feet!
With remarkable ease, and remembering just how good (not!) a shape his legs had been back on Earth before this 'adventure' had begun, he managed it.
"OOOO!" Elhoel screeched, flailing away with both hands across Roger's now much reddened cheeks. "You are so dead...Man!"
Roger flipped her up slightly and managed to reach under her thighs and catch her asscheeks in his hands on her way down.
As he handled her Elhoel ripped at his hair, tugging his scalp furiously. Then, with his arms under her thighs, she managed to knee him in the ribs with her right knee.
This was getting old, and painful, in a hurry!
Frowning and gripping those black buns furiously, Roger pulled her down.
And Elhoel's furious eyes abruptly rolled up into her skull as her formerly firmly set jaw dropped.
Roger, no longer being assaulted, closed his eyes in calm pleasure and ground the Drow down around his cock. A bulge had formed, where none had formed before, above her navel and below her diaphragm. It was her womb, forced into her chest.
As he ground her down Elhoel moaned again and her head limply dropped back, eyes rolling to and fro. Unbeknownst to him, this new depth of penetration was crushing the Drow's overly sensitive G-spot with the bulging, throbbing underside of his cockhead.
"Grunt!" went the Drow, with a jerk of her hips, as the first orgasm ripped through her.
Roger felt fluid...hot, slippery fluid, pour down his low hanging ballsac.
He felt certain it wasn't urine from the Drow!
"OOOHHH!" Elhoel moaned, more loudly, and her head raised back up to face him. She looked somehow...different as she fixed her eyes upon his.
She wasn't slapping or scratching him, for one.
Nor had she recently tried to kick him!
In fact, she was smiling at him!
Sweetly smiling!
She reached up and held his head with her two hands, her smile, if anything, broadening. "Oh! M'Lord! You are so big!"
Roger took a chance and stopped pulling down on her ass. He raised her up a few inches, so the new bulge would sink back into her.
Rotating her newly freed hips around the over one foot of arm thick meat still snugly housed inside her, the Drow pursed her beautiful red lips.
Almost like she wanted to be kissed!
Now Roger stood still, feeling the Drow, without command and with obvious enthusiasm, wrap her own, very powerful legs around his waist! When he let her ass down, allowing the recently exposed three inches of his godcock to slip back up into Drow belly, she cooed oh so sweetly!
Taking a look at Elhoel's face, he saw a beautiful black face caped with the most peaceful, angelic smile!
It made his dick swell even more, the face was so angelic...
Roger wasn't going to argue with her transformation. It was so much better to have a mindlessly happy Drow fuckpuppy riding you than to be slapped all over, he didn't want to take any chances of spoiling the 'spell'! As long as she wanted to act like a fucktoy, he wasn't going to question her!
Taking a step, he quickly stooped down to pick up Elhoel's libidoblade from the floor. Then Roger, with his 'rider' beginning to squirm, and not in fury but in rising feminine bliss while wrapped around his waist (and Cock!), strode carefully towards the altar and Flare.
Dropping the Drow's bulging black ass upon the cool stone of the Altar seemed to distract her from Roger's 'influence'. Abruptly the Drow frowned, then winced when Roger flexed again far, far up inside her.
Then she seemed to recognize something about what was going on...to her! "Just what do you think...gasp!...you are doing?!" she gasped up at him, trying to regain her composure...of hating him.
Roger planted the libidoblade just under her chin and across her throat. "I am fucking you, like you wanted!"
"I never..." she started to reply, but she went silent and her eyes grew white when she saw the blade across her throat. After a moment's hesitation, she gasped, "...you will never...GASP...Ohh!"
Roger had flexed his nearly buried prick, moving the Drow's womb a good three inches inside her diminutive belly. "Oh yes I will!" he growled. No more nonsense!
Then Roger began thrusting, good and deep and hard.
And the Drow immediately collapsed under him with the first thrust, wailing loudly as she immediately and willingly laid back without the least further protest to lay alongside Flare.
To take Divine Cock.
A moment of slow, deep penetration later she managed to open her eyes and fix them upon his own. "Damn You!" she cried in one last act of defiance.
Roger just laughed. "Fuck you!" he replied, adding an especially hard thrust.
"Ohhh!" Elhoel cried, turning her head aside to hide her grimacing, wincing, sweating face from her assailant.
Roger lowered himself upon her, his face inches from her sweaty, squinting face. Smoothly he fucked the little black bitch, making her belly swell, forming a knot just above her navel with each of his hard, deep thrusts. Drow legs up in his arms, her feet just below and alongside his face, he watched her toes curl as he forced her higher and higher...
Then her head began to toss, throwing drops of sweat across the altar. "Oh, Loki Damn you!" she abruptly cried, gripping him by his driving hips. "You won't stop! I can't...stop...you...you...oooohhhhh!"
Smoothly Roger forced her first orgasm out. She squealed and thrashed under him just like a Guild Elf! And no sooner than that first orgasm worked through her, draining her of anger and resistance, than he started up on the second.
"Oh, you beast...yes!...you wonderful beast!" she wailed a moment later with her second toe clenching cum. Panting like a race horse, she looked up at him with bright, admiring eyes.
"The name is Roger, Drow!" Roger replied, driving harder and beginning to feel his balls bouncing off of Elhoel's upturned black cheeks. "You may call me Master!" he added, half seriously.
He intended it as a joke, but was surprised when, less than a minute later he heard:
"Oh Master! You're so deep! Don't stop! Please don't stop!"
She sounded just like Flare in the middle of a midnight black night in camp long ago and far away!
I'm better than I thought! Roger told himself while maintaining his fierce driving fuck.
"Oh, you are Divine, M'Lord!" she added a second later. She was pulling on his hips to urge him into even more energetic violation of her. "If only you were Lord Loki!"
"Why?" Roger, not missing a single womb dislocating stroke, panted into her long, beautiful right ear.
"To have his baby, silly!" she replied instantly, not missing a single head toss as he dicked her. "Don't you know...uh!...why the Drow...grunt!...permitted that lecherous God...moan!...gasp!...access to our...damn you are...so deep!...perfect...yes! deeper!...pussies? And to think that...moan!...Lord Loki would grant to the Guild, those...deeper!...slutty horsesuckers, the boon...Oh you are magnificent, M'Lord!...of having his child!...oh, yes!...more!"
Roger, pumping away without restraint, smiled. "So, you want a child?"
She looked up at him and nodded, throwing sweat droplets all around her head. "It is the most valued gift...Moan!...the most desired thing to any Drow!...Don't stop!...To have a child!"
"How bad do you want one?" Roger added.
The Drow suddenly stopped nodding her head. She looked at him with one eye closed. "What do you have in mind, Man?" she barked back, completely sober.
Then her suspicious face collapsed into an open mouthed, eyes rolling up visage when Roger jabbed into her belly with an especially hard thrust, piercing her very womb with his unstoppable cockhead and crushing her G-spot.
"I can impregnate you," Roger replied matter-of-factly while grinding his womb swallowed glans against the top of Elhoel's uterus. "If you can make it worth my while I can knock...you...up!"
Trying to look suspicious, still, she only managed to set her jaw and stop her eyes from closing in utmost bliss. "How?" she whined.
"I have the Brisingamen!" he replied, starting up his deep, belly swelling stroking again. "And, obviously, I also have a pair of fully functional nuts to go with it!" He then pointed with his thumb at the still gunky, dribbling patch of spooge dripping from the ceiling.
Glassy eyed, the Drow just nodded in understanding. Her mouth was rhythmically opening and closing like a fish's mouth. Useless...
"How..." she managed to gasp back a moment later. Desperately working at keeping her thinking faculties in order as he fucked her brains out, she forced the next words out, "How...do you...oh you are so deep!...know you can impregnate...oh!..."
"Do you have any other idea of how you can get pregnant around here? Who else has become heavy with child around here who didn't serve under a horsecocked 'divine' Male with the Brisingamen? Well, has anyone without both of those items been able to impregnate one of you...ladies?"
The Drow just stared up at the plowing Roger. Whether his sparkling wit, unbreakable logic, and dynamic auditory had persuaded her, or she was fucked stupid by his nearly eighteen inch long prick, he couldn't tell.
Not did he really care.
But the effects of either were apparently the same. With a very happy, though empty headed smile, the Drow submitted to Roger's 'persuasion'.
"What do you want from me?" she cooed, pressing her knees to the rock alongside her armpits to open her as much as possible. For his use.
Roger momentarily gaped at the Drow. She had cooed. Cooed!
He had never heard a Drow coo before!
"I am taking Flare with me out of here!" He emphasized his first, and most important demand with an awesome stroke that sent the Drow screeching into an out of control, mind blinding orgasm. For a long moment the little baby thrashed under a triumphantly grinning Roger, squealing and kicking and cuming her beautiful brains out as he held her down. When she finally calmed down, drenched with sweat, and having drenched Roger's godcock with her delicious, slippery juices, and she finally was able to look up again into his blazing eyes, he added, "And there are some other Guild Elves being held captive here. I want them, all of them!"
Panting up a storm, Elhoel consciously closed her mouth, and then swallowed. He was still way, way up inside her, throbbing powerfully and intimidatingly. It had been a very long time, if ever, since she had been driven to such sexual heights so quickly by a mere man-organ!
She wanted more!
"Very well," she gasped, squeezing his meat with her once again in control pussy. "But you do not harm any of my Sisters, understood?"
Roger smirked. "Does that include impregnation?"
Elhoel did not smile. "I have nothing to say about my other Sisters and their...relationships with Divine Cocks! But you will not rape them!"
Roger nodded. "If the Guild Elves are not raped, I will rape no Drow!" Then he flexed his prong, and smirked when Elhoel gasped and jumped. "Except you, of course!"
She glared at him, but did nothing. Not with eighteen inches of meet swelling her belly! "Very well. If you do not harm any Drow, and...make me heavy with child, you may leave our lands, with the Guild Elves you desire, unmolested and unhunted."
"Deal!" Roger replied, then ground his nearly buried cock into the Drow pinned under him until she was whimpering and gasping. Then Roger bent his head and kissed Elhoel, hard, on her deep crimson lips.
She seemed to immediately melt around him, moaning sweetly into his mouth, her claws digging just enough for utmost pleasure into his strong back. Her pussy milked his meat lovingly as he dug his own fingers into the Drow's virgin asscrack. When he found her back pore, wide open and undefended, he drove his middle finger into it to the last knuckle.
Elhoel's scream was quite well smothered by their kiss, but the scratches on his back would take quite a few days to heal, he feared.
But it would be worth it!
"Don't you dare do that again!" she half barked and half gasped when their kiss was finally broken.
"What?" Roger replied with all the false innocence in Alfheim. "The kiss? You didn't like it? I thought we should seal our deal..."
"You know better!" she fully barked back. "Your finger...my...backside...Drow do not permit such familiarities, even in business deals!"
"You mean the Drow do not butt fuck?" Roger asked, maintaining his false naivety.
For the first time Roger saw a Drow wince. "No! No even Lord Loki was allowed such...vulgarities! And that included oral...intercourse!"
"What!" Roger came back with a more exaggerated response. "No head! I don't believe it! Not with a mouth as big and red as yours!"
She punched him on the shoulder. "Stop that! You know we Drow are much too prideful and proper to...degrade ourselves! Not even Lord Loki could...persuade us to taste his semen or...shudder!...lick his organ! Now I know why you want those Guild Elves when you depart here! Yes, such demeaning, degrading creatures as Guild Elves would stoop to oral service! They do so constantly with their mounts! Anyone who would soil themselves by inserting their sexual organs into an Elf's mouth deserves to have such degrading companions!"
"Well, we'll see..." Roger finished. Then he lowered his head to the Drow's shoulder and began stroking again, deep and hard.
Elhoel winced, then bit down on her lower lip. "Oh, R...Roger...M'Lord! So good! Ooooh! Don't stop!" The Drow went fully to her back and her legs rose up until her ankles were just alongside and above her long, pointed ears.
"Don't you worry, Baby!" Roger replied, raising up on his straightened arms. He then picked up the libidoblade in his right hand and looked over at the Unicorn.
He was plowing Flare for all he was worth. His cock, what could be seen not surging through Flare's pink puss, was maximally swollen, looking ready to explode. Impaler's head was down, his eyes closed as he plowed along, his mind lost in impending spewgasm.
Flare was fucked completely out of it. Her forehead rested on a flat part of the altar top, twisting her sweaty, closed eyed head to and fro in time with Impaler's masterful thrusts. Her hands, those long, wickedly sharp nails, scratched impotently upon the altar top,
Flare's big, round, bubblebutt rhythmically thrust back into Impaler's awesome drives, sometimes flattening out when Impaler actually bottomed out inside her cock stuffed belly.
Not missing a Drow cramming stroke, supporting himself on one extended arm, Roger quickly and suddenly planted the razor sharp libidoblade against Impaler's throat, just above his jugular.
With the very first contact of libidoblade and Unicorn flesh, Impaler stopped, completely. Then his eyes opened and, without moving his head, the Unicorn looked, quite wide eyed, at the still hard fucking Roger.
"Time to stop, Unicorn!" Roger grunted as the Drow pulled on his hips, urging even deeper exertions from him.
"Uh, Good Sir!" the Unicorn, with perfect English accent, replied with an obviously strained voice. "You have caught me at a most inopportune moment! You see, I was about to unload into this sweet child..."
Then Roger saw the Unicorn's horn light up and Flare immediately squealed like a little girl. The sexiest, sluttiest little girl! "Oh, Daddy!" she shrilly urged. Roger saw the Elf's hips drive back onto Impaler's huge pole, bending it when she ran out of girl tube for it to fit in. "Don't stop!" the girl/Elf urged. "I love it so when you put me to bed when Mom is working at the Castle! Don't stop! And can I have you for breakfast in the morning? Please!"
Rogers balls burned even hotter with her little girl words. "No you are not, Unicorn! You will cease and desist immediately and, in addition, withdraw from said Guild Elf this instant..." then he pressed the edge of the libidoblade against Impaler's just under the surface jugular vein. "Or I am afraid you will never have enough blood to gain an erection in the first place...ever again! Your choice!"
Roger saw the Unicorn's tense body abruptly relax. After a couple of deep breaths, the resigned beast stepped back and, after a sloppy pop, withdrew from Flare.
Flare, for her part, continued fucking air for a good four strokes before her sex and telepathically addled mind woke up to reality.
To Roger's great relief, when she did come to her senses, the first thing she did was look right at Roger and broadly and lusciously smile in thanks. The second thing she did was to look over at a chagrinned Impaler and slap him right across the muzzle!
But then she glanced down at his steel bar rigid, precum pissing, two foot long horsecock jutting out from between the Unicorn's legs and shudder!
Roger continued to plow the thrashing Elhoel as he put down the libidocrystal knife. While he looked at Flare, he fucked the shit out of the completely cooperative Drow!
Such an arrangement was not expected to last long.
And it didn't.
"M'Lord!" Flare gasped, dropping her welcoming smile and pointing at the honking, tweeting Drow fucked stupid under him. "What is this?"
Roger smiled and blushed. "Necessary!" was all he said to Flare. Then he turned to Impaler. "You fuck these Drow, I understand."
Visibly discomforted by Elf rejection and blue balls, the Unicorn nodded. "It is my lot in life to be responsible for the 'vaginal exercising' of the Drow, yes."
"You've fucked Elhoel here?" Roger needed to get this sped up! The damn Drow was cooing so much, her belly jiggling like jello, and Flare was getting more and more pissed by the moment!
"Of course! It is my duty!"
"Where? Where does she like it?"
"Well, in this chamber, in her room, in the hallway out front, over a boulder, anywhere..."
Roger closed his eyes in frustration. "I mean how does she like it?"
"Uh, doggy style is her favorite..."
Roger had sweat running down his face now. This damn Drow was sucking something awful on his prick! He was going to unload soon! He had to move fast! "I mean...what hole?"
If a Unicorn could look surprised, Impaler did. "Why, her puss...er, vagina, of course! Drow do not accept the Male organ anywhere else!"
Roger looked at a still frowning Flare first, then down at the glassy eyed Elhoel, humping eagerly beneath him. "Well, that will change right now!"
Impaler turned his head to the side, as all equines do when they hear an order that makes no sense. "If you want me to...service Elhoel, I assure you, Sir Roger, that I am quite capable of fucking her through a wall, especially just now!" He flexed his straining, unfulfilled prick, tossing tons of precum to the stone floor. His balls hung halfway to said floor.
Roger continued to smile as he filled his hands with working Drow asscheek. "Oh, you are going to 'service' this Drow, alright! However, we both are! I want to show you a new way to dominate these delightful, little Females...when it is called for!" With remarkable dexterity for a mere Human Male he flipped the two of them around 180 degrees until he was sitting on the edge of the alter and Elhoel was riding his upstanding lance.
Then he visibly spread the Drow's buns.
Roger looked over his shoulder at Flare. "I think such a demonstration is called for, right now!"
Abruptly Flare broke out in a big smile.
"Flare, Baby, will you give me...er, Mr. Impaler here a hand?"
Flare momentarily lost her smile when she looked over at the Unicorn. But he was a quick learner when it came of Elves, of all stripes and colors, and he was appropriately positioned: His head was down in sheepish humility while his monstrous prick was bobbing up and down like a eager new puppy.
Slipping off the altar and stepping up to him, she felt more like kicking his melon sized balls to mush than doing what Roger was suggesting, but she wanted the Drow to suffer even more than the Unicorn so...
Filling her hands with Unicorn prick, she guided/dragged the beast around the altar, and not necessarily gently, until it was behind the humping Drow.
Roger spread Elhoel's handfuls of buttmeat until she gasped from the stretching. Suddenly the stretching brought her back, belatedly, to reality.
"What?!" she gasped into Roger's face, noticing the new position she was in. "What is going on...NO!" she screeched when she noticed that everyone that had been fucking on the altar before her was now...
Behind her!
Even before she felt Impaler's huge cockhead expertly placed by Flare's experienced cock handling hands pressing against her anal pore, the quick and cleaver Drow knew she was in trouble. "No! No! Don't you dare! Its not...right...natural...civilized! Damn you Guild Elves! You are so fucked by my Black Sex Spiders, you Elf Bitch!"
Roger got tired of such speech! Even as she threatened and howled, he lifted her up about a half foot and, using his hand grip on her meaty, firm buns, drove her down mercilessly upon his well lubricated and iron hard prick.
Elhoel let out with a howl of pure pussy puncturing pleasure, immediately collapsing upon Roger's upright meat, once again a broken whimpering fucktoy. "Please! Oh, Please! Don't do this to me! Anything but that! Drow don't do ass!"
While Roger was now content with the Drow's submissive attitude, Flare still had quite allot of 'issues' to work out with Elhoel. "Not 'civilized', Bitch?" Flare replied in a screech from behind Elhoel's right ear. She was holding the Unicorn's massive prick in position, and was watching the Drow's tiny sphincter spread, widely and seemingly willingly, around Impaler's slowly but resolutely advancing cockhead. "You have the nerve to hold you and your bitches as so 'high and mighty' because you don't do what your Men...er partners want! Well, you're going to get a feel for what the rest of us feel! Maybe you'll learn that sugar keeps Men around more than vinegar!"
Then Flare reached around behind Impaler and slapped him, hard, on the flanks. With a whinny the Unicorn jerked forward and, as Elhoel howled in murderous shock, a second cockhead disappeared within her.
Roger moaned as the additional 'meat' inside the Drow reduced dramatically the available space for his own nearly swallowed cock. Talk of being tight! It became obvious, very quickly, that he wasn't going to last long inside Elhoel with two 'men' buried in her!
This was now one tight assed (and pussied) little Drow Bitch!
"Come on, stuff the Bitch!" Flare roared, reached between Impaler's rear legs and gripped the first low hanging nut she found.
Suddenly there were two hooves, one on each side of Roger, resting on the top edge of the altar, and Impaler's muzzle was right behind the squirming, whimpering Elhoel's left ear. Impaler's eyes where wide and white.
"You better bury that cock of yours as far into the Drow as you did into me, Unicorn!" Flare barked, bitter bile in every word. "You enjoyed using me so much, Bastard! I want to see you enjoy the Drow!"
"But he never used your butt!" Elhoel pitifully whined.
"That's your tough luck, Bitch! Now enjoy!"
Then she disappeared from Roger's sight, behind the Unicorn.
And Roger felt her claws grip his-HIS!, just as swollen, eggs! "Now, wait a minute, Flare, Baby!" Roger pleaded, feeling those razor sharp claws sink home. "I'm already doing what you wanted..."
But all he heard was slurping...
Abruptly Impaler's eyes drooped and his muzzle smiled. "Oooo!" he moaned. "Oh my dearest Flare! Your tongue is so wet...hot...dexterous! You lick balls even better than Elhoel!"
'Lick balls'?! Roger thought, then the damned Drow's pussy clamped down on him again, threatening to force him over the edge prematurely. It took all his concentration to hold his load, especially with Flare's awesomely competent claws milking him!
Then Impaler was back, his voice louder, deeper, more urgent...even desperate, "Oh Flare! Not there! You don't have to! Your tongue is so long, I don't know about where you are going! No! Stop! I can't stand it there! Not my butt! Yeeeaaah!"
'Butt'?! Roger thought, vaguely recalling a rim job during a wrestling match...
Then the Unicorn whinnied...actually whinnied! And then jumped forward.
And Roger had an incredible wild 'thing' on his hands!
Elhoel had been writhing, sweetly grunting as her pussy sucked on Roger's arm thick and sized, nearly swallowed prick while her rectum tried to adjust to Impaler's fist sized cockhead freshly inserted into her tail. Then over a foot of Guild Elf tongue sliding irresistibly into Unicorn asshole forced said Unicorn to jump forward and subsequently insert at least a foot, and more likely a foot and a half, of arm thick horsecock into the Drow's virginal bowels!
Without warning!
Alongside Roger's not diminutive schlong!
And Elhoel transformed in Roger's arms! She literally lit up! Those sweet walnut eyes blew open into anime-like saucers, glowing like headlights. Her claws, seemingly inches longer, reared up at him, sinking into his shoulders, attempting to rip his trunk flesh to shreds.
Fangs!
Fangs like out of a Hollywood vampire flic!
Suddenly that beautifully black, almost childlike face lit up and when she opened her mouth, which she had to with a good eighteen inches of five inch thick cock buried in her bowels, inches long fangs greeted Roger's face just inches away!
And her pussy! Talk about congested and tight! There must not have been any room for anything in that Drow's belly and hips after Impaler impaled that black butt! Roger had never experienced such a delicious, cum hungry tightness as that sandwiched Drow! And that was saying allot after what he went through with those Guild Elves!
Who needed his balls milked with that kind of tight, sucking, milking Elf tube trying to drain you!
As Elhoel thrashed between them, held up by a good collective meter of manmeat spiking her, Roger realized that his next load wasn't long for this world. The delightful, overwhelmed, FUCKED Drow was squirming, humping, honking, screeching, whimpering, begging, threatening, CUMING between them at a pace no mere Male, with or without a Divine Phallus, could keep up with!
He didn't know about Impaler, but this boy was...
"Cuming!" Roger gasped, then smiled as the Drow squealed most sweetly with his first red hot spew into her watermelon swollen belly. No longer giving a shit about anything else, he just closed his eyes and unloaded.
He really couldn't tell how long he leaned against the altar, pumping manchowder into hungry Drow belly, but eventually someone (probably Flare), literally pulled his meat out of Elhoel with her hands and popped the still pumping glans into her mouth!
Had to be Flare!
It was long minutes further before Roger could collect his breathing, thinking, and coordination enough to pat the yellow-blond haired head bobbing over his still hugely erect and boiling hot prick! That libidocrystal stuff was something else!
As he pulled Flare off his finally finished prick and brought her to her feet before him, Roger looked over to see the Drow bent over, head down and tossing, hands gripping the edge of the stone altar, her black butt thrust back at the powerfully fucking beast mounting her.
Impaler was merciless in his driving, gut spreading, belly swelling and ass busting strokes. He had his Drow where he had always wanted her (bent over and taking all of him up the ass!), and he was going to get the most out of it! As for Elhoel...
She was fucked!
Roger hoped she was enjoying it!
Then Flare was kissing him and everything was alright.