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.

20. Escape from the Underdark or To Practice

Victoria silently came into being within a huge stone block lined room, her appearance betrayed only by a brief, but brilliant flash of light. She jerkily, downright clumsily finished the step she was beginning back at the campsite at the foot of the Impassible Mountains when Moira had transported her away. Steadying herself, she then rose to her full height and looked around.

The room had to be a good fifty feet on a side, with a towering, beamed ceiling and ancient, yet highly polished, oaken floor. To her left was an expansive, dark oak four poster bed. Before her, forty feet before her, was a ten foot high dark wood and iron door.

Out of the corner of her right eye she then noticed the massive wood beam vertical rack set some feet behind her.

She was naked, just as she had been when she teleported from the campsite. She was also still worked up from her consummately successful seduction of Carolyn and near violation of that Schoolgirl Mage, Hermione. Her nipples were still a half inch long and pebble hard. Her clit remained iron bar hard and a solid 13 inches of wrist thick woman stuffer.

Nothing she did, or thought, could seem to calm her down. She was hotter than anytime since Roger... Her arousal seemed unending and irreversible. Her body felt it was back at the campsite, about to enjoy that Mage...again!

There certainly was some kind of magic at work here!

Then she looked over her shoulder again.

She didn't like the looks of that rack!

This place smelled of Dark Lord dominion! Dark Lords and racks never were good combinations!

As she stared at the rack, abruptly there came another flash, this time from behind her. When she looked back she saw Moira.

Victoria took a deep breath through her nose. This is probably not good!

Not good at all!

"Well, my Dear!" Moira exclaimed with a big smile. She stood, legs spread wide, with only her slit sided skirt on.

Victoria, nonetheless, noticed the thick, long cylinder bulging out the front...noticed it with dread.

"We are finally alone!" Moira finished as if some long planned meeting was finally taking place.

"H...How may I help you?" Victoria cautiously replied.

Moira looked directly at Victoria's slowly bobbing, steely clit. "How, indeed!" Then her eyes came back up. "I was impressed with how...easily you...handled Carolyn."

"Where is she?" Victoria blurted back. Then Victoria mentally kicked herself. She had been too fast with her reply! She gave away her...interest in the Human!

Moira laughed. "You can relax. This meeting is just between us girls!" That massive...tube under her skirt abruptly jumped, catching momentarily Victoria's eye. "I know about your...mutual interest in each other. I fully intend on bringing you two back together...if..."

Victoria's attention was immediately distracted from that tube. "If?"

Moira's smile broadened. "I have a...task for you, first!"

Victoria felt ice suddenly surge up her overheated spine. It really didn't help with calming her torrid sexual arousal. Just added to her fear. Victoria looked again at the bulge between Moira's legs.

It was growing.

But, realizing that any alternatives to Moira's desires were not promising, she reluctantly accepted the situation. "I...I am at your service, Moira."

"I know!" the Dark Lord Mistress replied with a wicked smile and her vision fixed on Victoria's straining phallus. "I had these plans for Carolyn, but your demonstration of the...weakness of those slutty Human bitches convinced me that another Wood Elf is who I need. A Wood Elf with unique and...extraordinary assets!"

"What has happened to Carolyn?" Victoria blurted out, unable to concentrate on Moira out of concern for Carolyn.

"You are really attracted to her, aren't you?" Moira came back, sensing the Wood Elf's weakness.

"Yes!" Victoria replied. "I really don't know why, but I am...attracted to her! Please! You have me at your mercy. Don't use her against me!"

"But I have not told you of the task you have to perform in order to gain her? Don't you want to know..."

"I need to know that she is safe!" Victoria dangerously interrupted the Dark Lord's Paramour.

But Moira just smiled through the rude interruption. "'Safe'? Why, the Human is in the safest place in the World!"

"Where? Oh please, I'll do anything you want...ask for...just let me see her!"

"Very well!" Moira replied with another wicked smirk. "Just remember, you asked...no! Begged me to show you!" Then, with a wave of her right arm, a six foot diameter shiny, shimmering bubble materialized in the middle of the room, just six feet before the Wood Elf. "Look! She is, indeed, in a most protected place, right next to the most powerful being in all Lokin! My Lord Chaos' private bedroom!"

Victoria gawked into the bubble. She didn't want to believe what she was seeing, but she knew of the power of the Dark Lords and realized it had to be real.

Indeed, it was the bedroom of the Dark Lord. She could she his incredibly huge, ornate, and disheveled bed in the background. And she could clearly see Carolyn. Chained to a pillar with a collar around her neck, she was naked...sweaty...hot...

Not ten feet before her stood Lord Chaos himself.

Naked.

Erect. Hugely, obscenely, insanely erect.

His organ of living black iron jutted out at least two feet, as thick as an Elf's leg. The former Lady Kia, now sex-slave, worshipfully, as well as expertly, massaged and milked the fantastic prick, watching with bright, wide eyes as the lumpy precum oozed and dribbled out the inch long slit at the tip. Her face was already drenched with the tacky stuff, long coiled worms of wadd swaying from her nose, chin, ears and cheeks, yet she continued to fervently masturbate the magnificent, inhuman cock.

Regularly, rhythmically, routinely, 'Lady' Kia's over foot long Elven tongue would appear to snag, chameleon-like, a hanging strand of nearly solid Dark Lord testiclepudding and she would suck it greedily into her maw like a child sucks up spaghetti.

And Carolyn? That was the most difficult part for Victoria.

Just as Moira expected...and planned.

The Dark Lord Power was fully in command...

Carolyn was a sweaty, flushed, writhing mess of overheated femininity. Naked, her hands roamed over her squirming body, pulling on her nipples, rubbing over her bald mound. Her eyes were locked on the penile display that 'Lady' Kia proudly presented to the Human, Carolyn's eyes moving with every jerk and sway of the hellish pole. She gnawed on her lower lip, her nostrils flared, her swollen tits heaving with out of control panting, her wet belly surging in and out.

When her fingers plunged between her legs, between her floppy, swollen labia, a veritable waterfall of pussy juice ran down her spread legs.

"Can you think of a safer place?" Moira goaded, carefully watching the horrified Wood Elf.

Victoria looked over at the smirking inhuman woman, consternation all across her face. When she quickly looked back at the bubble, she said, "What is to become of her? What will He do..."

"You will address Him by His proper Name, Elf! And what He does to your little Human depends partially on her..."

As if on cue, Victoria heard Carolyn cry out: "Oh! Fuck me, Lord! Please! I can't stand it! I can't resist you! I gotta have it! Use me! Please!"

As Victoria winced from the hysterically desperate words, Moira's smile almost took on the characteristics of sympathy. "Human's ARE little sluts, aren't they?" Another wave of her hand and the bubble disappeared. "But they can be entertaining...can't they?"

Victoria's face turned stony...at least as stony as a naturally beautiful Elf's face could.

Moira continued, "Do not worry! Her fate is linked to yours! My Lord Chaos has assured me that he will not lay a finger, or any other body part, on your Carolyn...unless you fail in your mission. If...when you succeed, however, she will be immediately released to you!

"Think of it! She will be the most...stimulated partner an Elf ever had. She will literally be dying for your penetration! I think that is a most appropriate award for your efforts! Agreed?"

Victoria thought a moment. Considering her situation, and the fact that she could do nothing constructive about it, agreement seemed the only rational response. After a deep breath she said, "I have no choice, it appears. But what is the 'mission'?"

"Sexually assassinate Desiree."

"What?!" Victoria gasped. "She is one of your own Agents! Why? And why me?"

"In a short time she will be battling the Guild Army. That has been her assigned task for nearly a century now, to defeat Queen Thora's Army and open the way for Lord Chaos' advance upon Alfheim to impregnate Princess Margarita."

Victoria nodded with sudden insight. "To be the next God of Lokin! Imagine, a descendent of a Giant becoming God of Lokin!" Then the Wood Elf looked down at the slowly, but consistently growing bulge in Moira's skirt. "Wait! Desiree has Loki's Cock..."

"Exactly!" Moira jumped in. "I am convinced that she has plans to get to Alfheim before Lord Chaos and rape Margarita! We are convinced that only one mating would be necessary, so the first to the prize will become God! Therefore you will stop Desiree!"

"Me?! But I was once her slave! I served under her, daily, for years! I...I don't know what I would do if I faced her...and her/Loki's Cock again! Why not you?"

Abruptly Moira swept aside her skirt and Victoria gasped when Lord Dread's monstrous phallus flipped up into her face. Immediately the Wood Elf's eyes were fixed upon the throbbing glans seeming mere inches from her face. "I have plans of my own, Elf! As you can see, I will have a different Elf to fuck!"

With a supreme expression of will, Victoria managed to tear her adoring eyes off of the sexual black magic emitting cock back to Moira's face. "Margarita! You? God of Lokin?! But...Lord Chaos..."

"He is a fool!" Moira abruptly barked. "All he can deal with is pussy! All he wants is females to fuck! He has no imagination, drive, ambition! He would be little more than another Loki, randomly fucking every female he comes across!"

Victoria desperately fought the throbbing, torrid lust beating down on her from that ebony stone cock and balls pulsing before her. "But Lord Chaos...how will you stop him..."

Suddenly Moira's features softened, a small, non-threatening smile appearing on her vividly red lips. She stepped forward, towards the quivering, sweating Elf. With great gentleness, she cupped Victoria's left boob, running her huge thumb around and over her jutting nipple. "Leave that to me, my Dear!" she husked, eyes boring into the Wood Elf's. She was impressed with Victoria's will...

"You must stop Desiree from journeying to Alfheim. But only after she defeats the Guild Army and rapes Thora." Then Moira's face was descending, closing on Victoria's frozen countenance. "Then I will become Goddess of Alfheim..."

She momentarily stopped a fraction of an inch from the panting Wood Elf's own crimson lips. "Then you will get your much deserved reward!"

Then the concubine crushed the Wood Elf with a kiss of divine proportions. She seized the back of Victoria's head, pressing her mouth relentlessly against her own. Then Moira dropped her tit groping hand to the Wood Elf's straining clit.

"MMMM!" Victoria moaned into Moira's kiss, her legs locking in the wicked, delicious pleasure of Moira's incredibly strong and sensitive hand jerking her 13 inches of furiously stiff clit.

Effortlessly Moira brought the Elf to quivering near orgasm before breaking the kiss.

When Victoria could finally open her eyes to gaze worshipfully up at the Dark Lord Mistress, her hands were gripping and pumping that inhuman phallus, and pints of gooey, stringy wadd was hanging and drooling down her heaving belly and quivering thighs.

"Do you accept my charge, Elf?" Moira hotly whispered into the Elf's flushed face.

"OOH!" she moaned, speeding up her jacking of Moira's Cock. "Yes! Anything!"

Moira chuckled and released the Elf's jumping woman-phallus.

Victoria continued to beat Moira's titanic meat, and continued to dump buckets of precum down her loins and legs, for another minute before, as if realizing for the first time what she was doing, she looked down. Her eyes opened dramatically and she hastily released the throbbing monster.

She looked in fascination, and not a little horror, at her hands, literally covered in lumpy, coiled knots of cum.

Still trying to, once again, ignore the hideous attraction of Lord Dread's Cock, Victoria looked up at Moira with a dazed face. "Desiree...has Lord Loki's...Cock...I cannot fight...I cannot resist...she will always defeat me with that..."

Moira gently caressed the Elf's jaw line with divinely gentle and loving fingers. "I can both give you a weapon to defeat Desiree and remove her power over you to cause orgasm." She reached down and again seized the Elf's jutting clit. "I can make you so long and fat that Desiree, no...any Human or Elf woman...could possibly resist you! You will be able to fuck Desiree into submission!"

"H...How?"

Moira pulled Victoria in to her again, till her mouth was adjacent to the Elf's long, pointed ear. Then she flexed her meat, gushing another cup of tacky wadd down Victoria's belly. "Black Magic!" she hotly whispered, making the Elf shudder. "Black Sex Magic!"

Suddenly Victoria's drooping eyelids popped up and she managed to take a step back. "No! Not that! It's what Desiree did to me to enslave me! It will make a slave of me...to you! No!"

Moira stood up straight, a cold smile suddenly on her lips. "Well, we all must make sacrifices!" Then she reached down and grabbed the Elf...by her clit.

One hard milking was all it took.

Victoria went up on tip toes, moaning wantonly as the wonderful pleasure corrupted her. She couldn't control her body...Moira did, as long as she pulled on that clit. Shaking her head futilely, she obediently followed Moira, stiff legged and gasping raggedly from the irresistible bolts of pleasure surging through her from her enslaved clit, to the rack.

"Oh! NO!" she managed to cry out, but that was all. Easily, relentlessly, the concubine locked the Elf's arms to the manacles. All she had to do was jerk that clit and the Elf could do nothing. When she released Victoria's jumping clit, she was hanging by her wide spread arms.

Moira walked quickly behind the Elf. She spent a long moment ogling the Wood Elf's impressive ass.

Victoria could only gasp raggedly when the huge, blisteringly hot cockhead bulled apart her thighs and pressed perfectly between her nicely wet and ready labia. She tried shaking her head, but stopped when the beast reached around her and gripped her jutting tits.

Then Moira caught her nipples and squeezed...

"OOOOHHHH!" the Elf moaned wantonly, head falling back, eyes closed in anticipation of dooming ecstasy.

"Now you're sounding like a Human!" Moira whispered into the Elf's right ear. She dropped her head a little and kissed Victoria's throat, then thoroughly licked and moistened the area.

Victoria cried out when she felt the fangs...

"Do not worry, my Dear..." Moira returned. "Just playing with my food!" Then she pulled the Elf back against her by her tit grip, and Victoria caught her breath when her labia parted and the blunt tip of the glans started to part her.

Relentlessly the cock advanced and the Elf's twat spread. Slowly, steadily, the cockhead slipped into Victoria.

Then, just before the crown popped through, Moira said, "There it goes!" And, with a slow motion, syrupy slurp, the massive glans disappeared into the quivering, helpless Wood Elf. Immediately Moira thrust forward and upward, and a good foot of Dark Lord Cock zipped right up Victoria's guts.

Victoria could only howl mindlessly.

Stopping a moment to gather herself, Moira thrust again and nearly another foot of leg thick meat sank home, raising a melon-sized bulge just under the navel of the Wood Elf.

Victoria wailed and shook her head, but could do nothing else. She gasped and jerked as the beast taking her flexed her stony cock, crushing her 'G' spot and pushing her womb up.

With the third cock jerk, Victoria was lost in will smothering, absolutely wonderful orgasms. Her eyes rolled up and she fell forward until her bent back, manacled arms stopped her.

Moira, satisfied with the Elf's position and condition, released her tits and gripped the sides of her cock-stuffed hips. Rotating her victim around her fully buried cock, she soon had Victoria howling and jerking in machine-gun orgasms.

Only then did she close her eyes and begin the spell casting.

Around and around that impervious prick the Elf went, convulsing and screeching from endless bliss, while Moira prayed. For a solid ten minutes the concubine prayed and Victoria exploded. Then, with seemingly instant occurrence, the Elf went catatonic and blinding flashes of magical light exploded from her eyes, mouth, and loins.

The light was gone in less than half a minute. The changes that remained would be permanent.

At least as far as Moira was concerned.

Victoria recovered her senses with nearly two feet of leg thick cock throbbing in and stuffing her belly. She immediately winced, feeling that deep belly bliss rise in her, threatening another round of unstoppable, mind crushing orgasms.

But then, with a most noisy slurp, the cock smoothly withdrew.

It left her so empty!

But then her arms were being released, and that was always good!

Freed, she staggered a few steps away from that rack before turning to face Moira...

And her still unfulfilled cock!

Victoria had a very hard time pulling her eyes away from that prick!

"Look!" Moira finally said, looking herself down Victoria's still throbbing body.

When Victoria followed suit, she screamed in shock. Her clit! Even larger! Had to be as big as Roger...er, Loki's cock!

Then, roaring up her spine, emotion. Looking at her clit, her hot...molten hot...throbbing...huge clit! Lust, power, confidence surged through her! It must be what Roger feels, she thought looking at her clit, when he mounts a helpless Elf, dominating...taking her!

Using her!

Fucking her!

"Now you will be able to defeat Desiree. Believe me, I know, your clit will now hit her weak spot...literally. You will be able to pound her into jelly, dominate her...break her! And that is what you will do, right after she defeats Thora."

"But...I'm so large...too large for Carolyn...for Hermione!"

"I'm sure you will find Desiree a suitable substitute! Who knows? Maybe I'll let you have a crack at Margarita once she's had my baby!" Moira laughed.

Suddenly, however, Victoria's eyes were locked on an even bigger phallus...Lord Dread's! Her pant was up and sweat, abruptly, was once again running down the small of her back and her asscrack.

Moira noticed the worshipful gaze. "Well, I suppose I really should give you a going away gift before you go!" she smirked, flexing her cock before the Elf's gawk. "Why don't you get on your knees and service me. After all, it is only proper for underlings to thank their superiors for any and all opportunities offered to them!"

Victoria managed to look up at the consummately arrogant smirking face of Moira. For the briefest moment resentment flared in her face.

Then Moira dropped a huge, but quite feminine hand atop the Wood Elf's head and, with omnipotent strength, started Victoria down.

Victoria could only slow Moira's aggression for the briefest moment before the Wood Elf's knees began to bend. But when her eyes meekly dropped to the scum covered cockhead that was to be her next meal, she abruptly whimpered and her knees gave way.

"That's a good Elf!" Moira chuckled as the Wood Elf fell heavily to the stone floor, upon her knees, and reached out for the pro-offered cock. With a hungry moan, Victoria's hands seized the hot, stony, living iron prick and, mouth opening wide, she began to suck on it.

With more and more vigor, as more and more delicious Dark Lord Organ entered her mouth, the Wood Elf became ever more enthusiastic at serving Lord Chaos' Concubine.

Moira closed her eyes, then leaned her head back in mounting pleasure as Victoria swallowed her/Lord Dread's Cockhead, started up a vigorous, energetic, hungry and, eventually, highly successful and nutritious blow job.

Elhoel met her end as befitting a Drow warrior: Howling hysterically, face down and ass up, as a nearly swallowed Unicorn prick spewed a quite inhuman magnitude of slimy hot wadd up her formerly virginal bowels. Jet after pint sized jet of jism rocketed up her, unimpeded by anything she did. Relentlessly, overwhelmingly, the surges of Unicornchowder filled and then flooded her. The potent, rhythmic, heavy surges of spooge literally dragged the devastated Drow to her first anal orgasm. She shrilly screeched, most undrowlike, with the first orgasmic convulsion, dropping her head further in unconscious submission. Soon after that first squeal her guts answered, growling long and loudly.

Impaler rode her arched back, his muzzle across the back of the Drow's head, keeping her in proper position. Eyes closed in absolute masculine bliss, he would passionately bite the humping, growling Drow's neck and shoulder in time with his mighty pulses of spooge.

Roger, watching with Flare from the Drow's first scream, saw the Drow's normally absolutely flat belly swell, filling out in pulses matching those going through Impaler's Drow ass buried organ. He turned back to Flare, "Did I do that to you...you know...that night in camp..."

Flare, smiling demurely as if she were still a three thousand year old virgin, just nodded.

At that moment Impaler ran out of steam...er...semen. With a final, murderously deep thrust, he held. Grinding his cock in the cum filled bowels of the still convulsing Drow, he growled in self-satisfaction.

Elhoel slowly calmed as the Unicorn prick cooked in her anal furnace. When she finally went still...very still...Impaler slowly withdrew. No sooner than he did manage to extricate himself than Elhoel dropped to her knees, though she still clung to the edge of the stone altar.

"I better see to her," Flare told a Guild Elf ass and tit groping Roger, gently removing his offending hands. "I remember the aftermath of my first anal fuck! I had only a snoring Man with me after that one!"

As soon as Flare knelt next to the wildly panting, sweat dripping Drow, she began gently rubbing Elhoel's alarmingly swollen belly. She looked eight months pregnant already!

But Flare's attention had immediate effects, and the Drow's belly began to shrink. As Flare worked, Elhoel opened her eyes and looked at the Guild Elf, giving her the crooked, weary, sweaty smile of the thoroughly fucked female. As Flare continued to flatten her belly, Elhoel leaned forward and, most abruptly, connected in a kiss!

Roger's eyes widened in alarm as the two smoothly, seamlessly progressed into a searing, Sapphic, "only women could understand or participate", soul stealing lesbo liplock! For long moments they caressed each other, lips in vacuum seal, tongues within doing what males, or Humans, could only imagine.

When the heroic lesbian kiss finally broke, Elhoel's belly was as flat as a board. They continued to look into each other's eyes with barely disguised lesbian tones. Abruptly, to Roger, they had transcended this finite plane for another...of Lesbian Sisterhood!

Wait a minute, Roger told himself. I went through all that shit so I could watch my girl move in with a dyke?!

What kind of place is this?

Then the lesbonic pair turned to him.

Roger, still naked of course, and still under the influence of the libidocrystal, was furiously, and monstrously, erect.

Two pairs of Elven eyes glowed in divine light.

The Drow and Guild Elf crawled on their knees to him. Or, to be absolutely precise, to his Cock!

"OOOH!" Elhoel cooed as Flare offered Roger's prick to the Drow. "M'Lord! So big!"

Then Impaler stepped in. "Now I beg to differ on who is more endowed..."

Flare and Elhoel, as one, turned abruptly frowning faces to the Unicorn and, in perfect unison, barked, "Shut up, Impaler!"

Impaler, abruptly sulking, shut up.

They turned back to Roger's meat, eyes glowing and smiles broad. Flare leaned forward and passionately kissed his glans. Then she offered said glans to Elhoel.

Elhoel dropped her smile, then hesitated.

Flare repeated the kiss. Then, by gently taking the Drow by the back of the head, the Guild Elf slowly pressed an uncertain Elhoel's lips to the surface of Roger's glans.

With first contact the Drow abruptly moaned, then grabbed his cock from Flare's grasp. Immediately she began running his, now drooling cockhead all over and around her face, moaning like some wanton slut, painting her face with a new coat of Roger!

"Kiss him!" Flare urged.

Elhoel stopped, looked at Flare, and then nodded, most happily. Pursing her lips, she pressed them right on his glans, right over his drooling slit! Then, no sooner the kiss begun, than her mouth opened wide and 'gulp!', she mouthed his entire cockhead!

Then she began happily nursing on it!

Roger winced, and nearly doubled over from the humid heat of the Drow's virgin mouth wantonly, hell...eagerly, chowing down on his pud!

Hell, they don't have time for this! Roger's remaining mind screamed at him.

Flare looked up at him, not pleased, "Look what you have done, M'Lord! Don't you know that we do not have time to show a Drow how to properly service you?!"

Roger just stared at Flare, trying not to grab the Drow by her ears and properly fuck her throat!

Flare then got a fistful of Elhoel's bright white hair and, not at all gently, pulled her off of Roger.

The 'pop' of her widely spaced lips slipping off Roger's pudcap echoed more than once in the cavern.

"OOOOH!" the Drow immediately replied, eyes fixed on Roger's pride. "Magnificent, M'Lord!" She reached out and cupped his oversized nuts in her hands, hefting them, estimating their weight. "If only Lord Loki had went to the trouble to...instruct us on how good you taste! I must finish this...this..."

She turned to Flare. "...blow job?"

Flare nodded.

"Yes! Good!" Roger finally said, turning to the side and wrenching his equipment from the greedy clutches of the two Elves. "We can't hesitate any longer. Moonbeam is outside. I have to get her. Then there are the Guild Elves who were given to...spiders?" he turned back to Elhoel, who had risen.

She frowned, fighting the urge to drop back to her knees for some Roger cream dessert. "Black Sex Spiders. They produce the strongest sex poisons! If Guild Elves, any Elves, were given to them for mating...I am afraid that they are no longer Guild Elves!"

"We will see!" Roger replied, putting his disguise on. As soon as he did, he saw a distinct change in the two Elves.

Elhoel began acting much more like a typical Drow, for one.

"Just what are you going to do with me?" she asked, most unworshipfully.

"Just what we agreed on!" Roger smoothly replied, tying his sword belt on. "You take us to where the Guild Elves are held, and help us free them, and then help us escape, and I'll reward you."

"'Reward?'" Flare returned, hands on hips. Suspicion crossed her luscious face.

Roger looked from one Elf to the other. "I promised her to...impregnate her."

"What?!" Flare gasped, initially shock masking her face. Then, a minute of thought, and she added, cautiously, "You...found IT, then?"

Reaching into his pocket, Roger pulled out the Brisingamen.

"We did it!" Flare squealed in great joy. "I knew Lady Gem and Stryker and the others could do it! Ah, where are they?" Her joy subsided quickly when Roger said nothing.

"Roger? How many of my friends made it?"

Roger hesitated, suddenly realizing that this moment was the one he never wanted to have with Flare. He quickly stepped forward until he was right before her. "None, Baby. All were...taken."

With remarkable speed Flare's eyes moistened and her triumphant face collapsed. "None?" she said in a tiny, shaking voice. "Gem...raped?"

"Captured." Roger corrected.

"By...whom?" she came back, clearly dreading the answer.

"Desiree." Roger whispered resignedly.

"Stryker, Longrider, Quickblade, the others..." her voice trailed off.

"Taken. By Dragons, Cockbats, SexSquids...I'm so sorry, Flare!" Roger hugged her as she shuddered and sniffled. "I got the Brisingamen, now I'm going to get them back!"

To Roger's complete surprise, however, Flare pushed back from him! Sniffling a couple more times, she straightened up. "No! You have another mission! Gem should have told you. There is another, much more important task for you...perhaps. We can get them back once that task is settled. But now we must go!"

Roger silently nodded. Then he stooped down to pick up the libidoblade laying on the floor. Quietly he slipped it into his pocket.

Elhoel dressed, coming back in a Drow kilt that hardly extended below her ass and a shoulder belt holding her insignia but leaving both tits and most her belly deliciously naked. "Flare should be naked," the Drow, once again in command, said matter-of-factly. "Everyone out there must know by now that I have a Guild Elf in here, and no sex slave, Guild or not, would be permitted by any Drow to be clothed in public."

Flare, without hesitation, nodded.

Made sense, Roger thought, looking at the naked Guild Elf backside.

"Ok, good, you're easier on the eyes without clothes, anyway!" Roger said, quickly pulling his hood up to avoid Flare's returning glare, and then putting Elhoel's medallion around his neck again. Then he turned his hood to Impaler. "I will expect you to keep quiet about us, right, 'Old Boy'?"

Impaler smiled ruefully, then looked at the Drow. "Would it do me any benefit to betray your plans, Elhoel?"

The Drow looked down at the floor, then shook her head. Looking back at the Unicorn, she replied, "I must admit I...enjoyed what you did to me. And I am willing to go along with M'Lord...er, Roger's plans in order for him to...make me heavy with Drowchild. Do not betray us and I will reward you!"

"Can I fuck your ass again?" the leering sophisticate shot back like an almost out of control, ultra-horny teenager facing his 10th Grade English teacher dropping her slacks and panties, then bending over right before him in the back of the cloak room after school.

Elhoel winced, then shuddered as she stared at the semi-erect, still leg long horsecock drooping under the Unicorn. Loki-help-her, but she wanted to be...taken like that again! By Impaler...like that...up either of her openings...as soon as possible! She nodded, "Yes, however you desire!"

Impaler smiled knowingly. He had seen that face on Elhoel, and many other Drow over the Eons! She was hooked on his 'gift'! And now perhaps with a new...tunnel to explore! "Very well, I will say not a word of this. On my honor as a Gentleman!"

"Let's go, then!" Roger ordered and made for the front door.

At it, he peered out.

Elhoel just stepped out, dragging Flare by her arm. Then Roger, realizing that Elhoel practically owned the Underdark around here, also stepped out.

Where was Moonbeam?

Moonbeam was tied down to a smooth rock table, her wrists manacled to the two corners over her head. Her legs were not tied down.

But they were not free, nonetheless. The Drow Officer had her thighs in an iron grip, holding them spread obscenely wide apart, so she could crawl in between them and feast on fresh Fairy twat.

A delicacy to most Drow of distinguished taste.

"OOOOHH! Stop, please!" Moonbeam moaned, staring down with anime heroine oval eyes over her heaving, swollen, perfect little boobs and sweaty, smoothly rounded and equally heaving belly as the Drow continued to crawl into her wide open twat. "Please! I will tell you nothing! Tormenting me will do you little good!"

With a totally unsophisticated slurp, the Drow pulled her Fairy juice dripping face out of Moonbeam's wildly aroused and wet pussy. "Right now, I don't care if I break you or not, little Thing! You are one of the best tasting Fairies I have had in a long time! I plan on enjoying you for as long as it takes to drive you mad! Then you will talk! Now why don't you just turn off your courage, I know Fairies don't have much to begin with, lay back, spread wide and remember all that I asked you for while I see how far my tongue will reach inside you!"

Then the beautiful black face plunged back into Moonbeam's snatch.

And Moonbeam's equally adorable face winced, then grimaced. Her head fell back with a thunk, then turned to the side. Gnawing on her lower lip, the Fairy again desperately fought with herself.

Slowly, steadily, as the slurps and sucks of the Drow between her thighs increased in volume and speed, her knees, of their own volition, rose and parted until they were opposite her ribs. Whimpering in humiliation, Moonbeam knew she was as open as a Fairy...as a Female could make herself.

Then there was a thunderous thud at the door!

Moonbeam jumped, then squawked. But her knees stayed where they had been.

The Drow just pulled her face out of Moonbeam, again, and then stood up. With an evil chuckle, she looked down at the still wide open Fairy while wiping her face of Fairy cunt juice.

"You just wait there, Pussy!" the Drow haughtily said while going to the door.

Opening it, the Drow moved aside so Moonbeam could see who stood in the doorway.

DwarfMiner!

Oh, by Divine Loki, a towering (to a Fairy), massive, MASCULINE! DwarfMiner!

The Drow stepped back in and the almost square DwarfMiner thumped into the room, kicking the door shut with a slam with his toe.

Moonbeam stared with white and wide eyes.

And began panting.

"I know of you Fairies...and that 'thing' you have for DwarfMiners!" the Drow said, stepping aside to give the DwarfMiner complete access to the now quivering, knees still up Moonbeam. "Some say its their muscles..."

The Drow stepped up and, with great appreciation, began to run her hands over the arms, shoulders, chest of the massively muscled Male.

Moonbeam helplessly followed those black hands as they slowly, oh so sensuously, followed every dip and bulge, outlining every bit of the high muscular definition of the DwarfMiner.

And he was magnificent!

Arms as thick as a weightlifter's thighs.

Six-pac abdominals fit for an anatomy text.

A back and shoulders able to snap a telephone pole!

And hairy enough to remind Fairies that DwarfMiner's came from Primates, too, but not enough to block the view of all that spectacularly superhuman musculature.

By some strange twist of fate (Or Lord Loki's twisted, sick sense of humor.), Fairies had been given a 'special' desire. These smallest of all the little sexpots of Lokin had a fierce, merciless, unbreakable craving...hell, lust, for hugely muscled bipeds!

Like DwarfMiners!

Especially Dwarfminers!

After all, they were arguably the hunkiest hunks in Lokin! Who else would dig the tunnels of the Drow Underdark...through solid, virgin iron-rich bedrock!

And Fairies would wet their panties (if they wore them) if a DwarfMiner walked by!

The Drow, her hands dropping ever lower down the DwarfMiner's rock hard belly, looked at the panting, nearly foaming at the mouth Moonbeam. "Now, I should introduce you two, shouldn't I? It is only proper, I suppose, when it is between...mates!"

Moonbeam, eyes still locked on the Drow's DwarfMiner belly caressing hands, suddenly hissed. Then, "Please! No!"

"You mean to say that I went to the trouble of bringing TonHauler, one of our best diggers, here just so you could...get acquainted...for nothing?" The Drow said, reaching for TonHauler's bulging kilt. "Now what am I going to say to him?" she added as she opened his belt.

TonHauler just stood there with a big grin and eyes locked on Moonbeam's offered up girl slit.

Her tiny, Fairy pink slit.

Then his kilt dropped to the floor and Moonbeam yelped like a scalded puppy.

"Oh," went the Drow, even her eyes widening at the piece of meat that flipped up. "You are impressive!"

Moonbeam tugged frantically on her bonds, desperately trying to get free. But her knees stayed up, as her hips did, presenting her twat to the snorting, chuckling DwarfMiner.

Moonbeam wanted to get away, alright. But not from TonHauler. She was desperate to escape from her own lusts...her cursed weakness for big, hard muscles.

Especially the one long muscle jutting out towards her from TonHauler's awesomely constructed and presented loins! She knew she couldn't resist that brute!

And the Drow knew it! She saw it in Moonbeam's desperate actions; in her sweaty, flushed, hoarsely panting face and chest.

Holding a grim grin of impending triumph, keeping her eyes on the whimpering, futilely struggling, and openly presenting Fairy, the Drow commanded, "TonHauler, I need some information that this little...Fairy will not tell me!" The Drow's hands dropped to the fifteen inch long, five inch wide, slab sided and bulbous prow Fairy Destroyer. Even though Drow didn't participate in sexual activities with DwarfMiners (At least they were not supposed to!), she had to admit that this part of a Fairy's interrogation was her favorite!

Both her hands began running up and down the jutting slab of bony flesh, caressing the beast expertly, forcing the precum to flow.

And then smearing that copious effluent back all over the glans and straining, swollen shaft of the Merciless Breaker of Fairies, lubricating it for its inevitable plunge into the tightest belly of all.

Moonbeam's struggles abruptly stopped when the precum began to flow. As the Drow expertly caught the slightly tacky liquid in her palms and smeared it back along the...huge organ, Moonbeam could no longer ignore her fate. Whimpering now, with her wild pant, her belly bouncing up and down with her breaths, she just couldn't pretend she wasn't...moved by what was happening before her!

The...thing looked nearly as thick as Sir Roger...

Sir Roger! Oh, if he would only come in time!

"Look at it, little One!" the Drow cajoled, not slowing in her now near jackoff of the titanic prick. "Isn't this what you were created for? Serving powerful, muscular Men and their piercing, fulfilling organs! All you need to do is tell me what you were doing by Elhoel's chamber, and I will release TonHauler to ravish you!"

Moonbeam hoarsely honked out a pant, her wildly aroused body shuddering and squirming in desperate need...for that Man! But, closing her eyes, with her last reserves of will and courage, she managed to shake her head.

The Drow smiled. She was hoping for a brave one! Much more entertaining in the breaking!

Releasing TonHauler's jumping prick, she pointed to the Fairy. "Make her talk! You've done it before, nothing new! Break her and I'll let you keep her for a month, as your personal cumsack!"

TonHauler broke out in a big smile, then grunted. "It will be a pleasure!" he added, stepping towards the quivering, doomed Fairy.

"I know!" the Drow answered with a wicked leer.

Moonbeam opened her eyes a little, and saw the DwarfMiner approaching, cock first. She slammed her eyelids closed again and turned her head to the right. Once again her teeth were sunk into her lower lip, her eyes squeezed shut as if to block out what was about to happen.

The beast climbed upon the table, at where her feet would have been if they weren't still up over her face! With surprising gentleness, for such awesome physical power his musculature displayed, he rested his hands on her upturned thighs. Then slowly, ever so gently, he began stroking up her thighs to the back of her knees, then back down till he covered her loaves of buttmeat.

Biting down harder, she tried to stifle the shudders...shudders of intense sexual pleasure...feminine submission pleasure coursing through her as he stroked her.

She failed, utterly.

Then her eyes popped open when a heavy, wide, hot and long log dropped upon her. Instantly she knew exactly where it was upon her! From her mound to just past her sternum it lay, crushingly heavy and deliciously hot!

She looked back at the beast atop her and there, between her jutting tits with rock hard nipples, drooling all over her chest between those tits, was Cock! Moonbeam whimpered.

"There, there, my little toy!" the brute spoke with surprising clarity. "You will get what you need! I will give it to you! I will give it to you often and long and deep and cum in you and all over you...just tell me what you were doing there! Hurry, will you? I am so hot for you! I want to fill you like you have never been filled!"

He then surged his hips up and forward, and brought his fist sized glans right over Moonbeam's wide eyed face. He pumped his organ once, from the base to the crown of the glans, and a good half cup of precum poured out...

All over Moonbeam's face.

The Fairy moaned.

Not squealed.

It was a moan...of need, lust, craving for what was drenching her face with pungent, slimy, delicious Man-juice!

It ran down her forehead, into her eyes, over her nose and into her nostrils, and poured into her open, panting maw.

The Drow smirked as she saw, and heard, Moonbeam gulp down the Manslime ravenously.

"I do not need you tied down, do I?" TonHauler said, reaching over Moonbeam's head to release her wrists. As he did so, and making sure to take his time doing it, he laid his massive, masculine scented, cum drooling cockhead upon her face, letting it smear his donation all over the Fairy's sweet, horny face.

"There, that is better, no?" he said when he had finally finished. Raising up, straddling her upturned hips, he watched his cockhead sweep across her cheeks and nose. The Fairy continued to pant, now blowing cum bubbles around his cockhead.

"I think it is time for step two." He said matter of factly.

Moving back till he was behind her upturned ass, he dropped his prick between her raised back thighs. Then he grabbed each side of her thighs and hips in each hand, and began sawing his monstrous cock back and forth over Moonbeam's clit.

"NO!" the Fairy squealed. "Please! Oh Please! Don't tease me! I'll talk! Don't torture me! Fuck me! I'll talk! Fuck me!" Over and over the broken Fairy squealed and begged.

"Moonbeam's gone!" Roger turned to Elhoel. "What could have happened to her?"

"Moonbeam? She's in on this?" Elhoel replied suspiciously.

Roger glared at the Drow. "Look, we have a deal: You give the Guild Elves to me and we get out of here, I give you a baby! If you are backing down..."

"No! Of course not!"

"Good!" Roger replied. "Or else I'll pull out you-know-what and make you bark like a puppy, right in the middle of the Underdark!"

Elhoel frowned, then nodded. She knew she couldn't resist that Loki-damned Cock of Roger's! He'll have her make a total fool of herself before all the Drow if she didn't cooperate!

But, once this is done...

"If you left the Fairy around here, she was probably picked up by a guard. Non-Drow are not supposed to be down here without a Drow escort." Elhoel hesitated a moment. "I think I know where she would be. It might actually be an advantage to us, if we are lucky, for the interrogation cell will be close to where the Guild Elves will be held. Come, follow me!"

Fifteen minutes of uneventful travel through large, well lit tunnels led to a miniaturized version of Elhoel's chamber. They passed a few Drow, and a few Guards, but no one did more than just glance at Elhoel, and salute in the case of Guards, as they passed.

Outside the only door Elhoel turned to Roger. "Remember, no matter what you see or hear inside, you are just an Arcastrian observer, learning our interrogation techniques. You cannot do anything about what is happening inside. And Flare is my slave, not yours! Finally, beware of the DwarfMiner, if one is present. Fairies have a difficult time resisting their...presence. We use them routinely in interrogating Fairies. He will be immensely strong compared to you!" Then she opened the door and stepped in, dragging Flare by the arm.

Roger hesitated a count, then followed. Inside he quickly halted from what he found there.

Moonbeam was there alright. On her back on a table with her legs back over her head and her hands filled with her own asscheeks, spreading them wide! Kneeling behind her, almost atop her, was an ape!

Well, not exactly an ape, just very hairy. But he was muscled like an ape! Hell, like a gay hentai character! About five foot tall, and nearly that wide...with muscle! Roger had never seen a weight lifter back home that could come close to this guy!

And 'guy' he definitely was! He was applying a schlong to Moonbeam's wide spread loins that rivaled his own...er, Loki's own! He was using it like a paint brush, running the slime covered head up and down the poor Fairy's twat and wide apart asscrack with a shit eating grin to rival the Cheshire Cat!

And how was Moonbeam taking such abuse?

Roger quickly surmised: Not well...

"Fuck me!" she squeaked shrilly. "Oh, please, I need it! I'll tell you everything you want to know if you'll just fuck me! Please!"

Damn, Roger thought. Were Fairies that easy or what?

At least, Roger added, she wasn't in any shape to recognize him or Flare!

Then the other Drow spoke, "Good! I promise you a month of serving under TonHauler here if you tell me why you were outside Elhoel's chambers..."

Before the shrill Fairy could answer another voice broke in. Elhoel's. "That is enough, Besuse! She was requested by me!"

Besuse turned to the voice and immediately snapped to attention. "Sorry, Sir! I was not informed."

"Quite alright!" Elhoel said, stepping up to the table. She took a long, appreciative look at the throbbing prick TonHauler was torturing Moonbeam with. "I did not want it to be common knowledge that I required the services of a Fairy to break that Guild Elf..." she nodded towards the naked Flare, who brilliantly responded immediately by dropping her gaze and slumping her shoulders. "But I do not want the Fairy further...interrogated!" She looked at TonHauler, who climbed off the table at once.

His cock still stuck out fifteen rigid inches.

When Elhoel took Moonbeam's hand to help the shuddering Fairy off the table and into the air, fear crossed Moonbeam's face. Then Moonbeam saw Flair and Roger, and she quickly surmised that she would be better off going along silently.

With the Fairy hovering, somewhat unsteadily next to Flare, Elhoel turned to Besuse, "You are dismissed. Thank you for your conscientious dedication to duty!"

The Drow smartly saluted.

Before she could move, though, another voice filled the room. The DwarfMiner. "What about me? You Drow requested my services, then got me all in the mood for some Fairy pussy, and are leaving me high and dry now?"

Everyone looked to where he was pointing...drooling, rock hard DwarfMiner cock jutting out from his hairy loins.

"I can't even get my kilt back on with this stiffer before me!" he added.

Moonbeam turned away. She quivered still with need...need for deep penetration...by Him! She didn't know if she could resist if that masculine beast came for her again...

Elhoel turned from the DwarfMiner to Besuse. The Drow shrugged.

Then Elhoel looked at Flare.

And smiled.

Flare fought to keep the shock off her face. She wanted to look to Roger for help, but knew she couldn't.

She was trapped.

"Let my Guild Elf toy satisfy him!" Elhoel said, turning to Besuse, who nodded in agreement. Then she turned to TonHauler. "Have you had a chance to partake in the...oral talents of the captive Guild Elves, TonHauler?"

"No, been working three days straight. Me damn balls are plenty full!"

Elhoel looked back at a stiff Flair, her hands fists at her sides. "Well, I just happen to have one of the best cocksuckers in all Alfheim, right here, for your comfort! What say you?"

Flare, eyes fixed on Elhoel's, grimly stared.

TonHauler had to have the biggest shit eating grin in Alfheim. "Been a long, long time around here since I got me a decent suck-off! Sure sounds good to me!"

Elhoel glanced at Roger, who remained silent and motionless, then back at Flare. "Go to it, Guild Elf! Perform what you are famous for!"

Grinding her teeth, the Guild Elf stepped stiffly past the smirking Drow and right up to the even more broadly grinning DwarfMiner.

Immediately the bastard plunged his hand between her thighs!

Just as quickly Flare jerked her bubblebutt back, trying to dislodge him, but his other hand swept around and filled itself with her ass, easily holding her still.

Then the snorting, chuckling bastard went through Flare's assets, from her tailbone down her deep asscrack, through her already wet labia, and finally attacking, most effectively, her always stiff little clit.

Roger almost took a step forward, towards her, when he heard her gasp under the DwarfMiner's clit assault. He told himself that Flare could take care of herself.

Flare abruptly spread her knees with a squeal, her eyes fixed on the...breathtaking expanse of iron toned muscle across his chest that was presented before her beginning to sweat face. The bulging biceps, the pectorals...felt so...hot to run your fingers over! And she suddenly caught herself doing just that!

Heart pounding, pussy dribbling over awesomely big and powerful, but wonderfully gentle fingers, eyes fixed on flexing pectorals, Flare submissively let the brute press her lush feminine form tightly against his rock hard maleness by the unbreakable grip on her ass.

When Flare moaned and dropped a hand to grip that equally stony sex pole thrust up between them, Roger did take a step.

But no one noticed it. All, including the panting Fairy, were completely fixed upon Flare and TonHauler.

And that bastard miner knew how to handle pussy! He probed and spread Flare's two holes with aplomb. Soon she was squealing with a bratwurst sized finger up her butt and two driving up powerfully between her wide spread labia.

For her part she was jacking to beat-off the band. Precum poured down over her flying hand and coated thickly her heaving belly and loins.

Both partners were concentrating on physically pleasing each other. Not a kiss had been exchanged. None had been requested...from either.

This was pure, unadulterated sex.

And TonHauler knew how to get the best from his partner! Burying his middle finger in Flare's ass, he held her still with it while he expertly fingerfucked her into shuddering, screeching orgasm. He didn't use much finesse, for he didn't need to. Not with a Guild Elf!

He just held her still by her pierced ass and pounded away with two big, fat, HARD fingers until she lost it. Then there was nothing but shuddering, howling, hopping, sloppy bliss for the Elf. And he kept her going, relentlessly reinvigorating her orgasms as she started to come down, for a good five minutes...until she fell limp against him.

Then he just ran his calloused, powerful hands around his prize, Flare's sweaty, panting, quivering post-orgasmic body, until she had collected herself.

It was a nice prize, Roger had to admit. Running your hands over her jutting, more than a handful boobs, perfectly conical, firm, capped with rock hard nipples. Watching them quiver like firm jello after your fingers passed over them. Running strong fingers down her flat, wet, jumping belly, plunging between parted thighs to collect the fruits of your pawing labor: Guild Elf pussy juice.

Gripping, slapping, groping world class assmeat! Jutting, horseback tenderized bun in your hand, oozing out between your fingers. Watching your fingers disappear into a Marianas Trench of an asscrack, maybe never to be seen again!

Ah, such a reward for the Male.

Any Male!

But when Flare had recovered she planted her hands on that mountain of a chest. With the dreamy smile of the properly fucked female on her face, she then gently pushed away from him.

He had the wisdom not to obstruct her.

Never obstruct a Guild Elf, any Elf, any Female interested in returning the favor!

Then, as she subtly sank to her knees, eyes quickly dropping to the pride of TonHauler jutting out into her face, he knew his real reward was imminent!

Tonhauler's prick hopped up and down like an excited puppy, throwing awesomely long and thick strands of precum from its tip as Flare settled on her knees before him. When she subsequently smiled up at him, she had three multiple inches long worms of wadd across her face. When she looked back down, the Elf eagerly reached out and filled her hands with his fat, slab-sided cockshaft.

Lifting up the heavy piece of sexual lumber over her head, Flare went right for the family jewels. His balls were big, oval, and, of course, rock hard. With great reverence and gentleness she kissed each one.

Then his big right hand dropped down to clamp around the back of Flare's skull and drive her smiling face fully into his hairy ballsack! TonHauler's eyes closed in ultimate masculine pleasure, a blissful smile on his face, as he apparently callously ground Flare's face into his smelly scrotum, completely enwrapping her with it.

In less than a minute of male scrotum/facial abuse Flare responded...with a wanton moan of pure, unadulterated feminine pleasure! Suddenly he no longer had to press her into his sack, for now she led the charge! Mouth open, over foot long tongue flashing out and around his balls, soaking them in her sweet saliva, Flare attacked his babymakers with her hot, wet, open and hungry oral cavity.

He bent his knees from her effectiveness, spreading his thick legs, giving her more room to crawl into his jewel bag.

She reached up over her head, grabbing and then furiously beating the cock she found stretching out atop her blond hair. Long strands of whitish lumpy goop dropped down to coat her back like pigeon droppings.

But when, finally, she had thoroughly soaked down his nuts and sack, and he released her skull, she popped right up to face his tool. His real tool.

But he really wasn't that huge! Sure, to a Fairy, especially one not familiar with Roger, he was a mouth...er, bellyful! But to a Guild Elf, used to breakfast from real cock...two foot long raw meat horsecock, TonHauler was...manageable!

Immediately after lining up cock with maw, Flare opened said maw as wide as an anaconda, and...

Gulp!

TonHauler gasped like a bull moose goosed by a pine tree when the little Elf engulfed not only his fist sized cockhead, but a good four inches of trailing shaft!

In her first gulp!

Pausing just a count for a breath through her nose, Flare attacked further, forcing another four inches down her gullet with only one, slight gag.

TonHauler's knees nearly buckled as she took a moment to swallow her gathering mucus and saliva from around his trapped, and doomed cock.

Roger felt great sympathy for the heroic miner. Few of the few males around here had ever faced the horsecock trained oral assault of a Guild Elf. The DwarfMiner didn't have a chance.

Then Roger saw Flare's claws close in on TonHauler's defenseless, soaked babymakers.

And Flare attacked again, without warning, swallowing the remaining five inches of DwarfMiner meat. Her throat bulged insanely. Her cheeks looked like she had the mumps. The uncontrolled jerks and throbs of the engulfed cock knocked her head around.

But she had him swallowed!

TonHauler whimpered like a child. He had never had his cock completely buried in any opening in a female before, not to mention horsecock trained Guild Elf throat!

It was too much!

For any Male!

Flare then pulled back a good foot, only to immediately swallow him up again!

The miner's knees went, immediately. As he slowly but inescapably sank onto his back, Flare began bobbing her cock stuffed head around him, in over foot long strokes, sucking for her reward!

All the miner could do, as he sank to his back and Male defeat, was moan,

Pitifully!

On his back, writhing helplessly as Flare hovered over him, bent over his out of sight prick, bobbing and slurping, gagging and gulping, TonHauler whimpered.

Roger shook his head in awe.

Flare was some cocksucker!

Merciless!

The miner gave up the ghost even quicker than Moonbeam had to him. Flare sucked his meat full of his eggwhite within just a minute of bobbing, slurping, snorting, gobbling knob sucking. Then, certain he was thoroughly mastered, she mercifully gripped his eggs and finished him off.

With a death-like wail, TonHauler acknowledged Guild Elf oral talent and exploded into Flare's head. The only evidence of his defeat, since his cock was completely swallowed by Flare, was the two foot long strands of gunk that shot from the Elf's flared nostrils with his first spew.

But that was only the first eruption. Flare had him, literally, by the balls! She knew instinctively his spewing rhythm, and not a single drop of any subsequent spurt was seen by Man (or Elf). Relentlessly, like a vampire draining its victim, Flare consumed TonHauler. Motionless, she arched over him, holding his cock swallowed in her devouring, constricting throat while her claws ground and milked his balls to mush. Only rhythmic gulping sounds indicated her feeding once the initial retch of his first, nasal erupting spurt was managed.

When she finally finished draining him, the flaccid, saliva wet noodle that slipped out of her ravenous mouth was half the size of what had went in. On close examination, so were his nuts.

Silently, with but a little satisfied smile on her angelic face, she gently, sweetly patted the miner on his substantially smaller nuts, and rose to walk back to the other, shocked and awed, inhabitants of the room.

Roger was suddenly afraid of her...

Kinda like when you find out that your fiance is a vampire...

Maletal stood outside the entrance to the Guild Elf slaves quarters, staring in through a window. She was looking for Marian, and had found her. She was writhing, naked, on a cot, her hands buried between her pressed together thighs. Rubbing her soaked pussy relentlessly and heatedly, she was quite incoherent and obsessive in relentlessly grinding the edges of her prayer-clasped together hands down on her pebbly, swollen pea sized sex button.

Her frustrated whining was both distracting and irritating.

No surprise there, Maletal thought, what with the amount of concentrated, fresh sex poison she fucked out of that Black Sex Spider! It was enough to drive a dozen Elves into sexual insanity!

Maletal had taken a good two hours to recover from the beating - the beating of her womb and G-spot that Marian's fist had given her! She had never been fuck beaten that severely in her memory, and she would have remembered if she had ever before been fist fucked into unconsciousness! The massive, involuntary orgasms had...affected her.

She wanted to...meet Marian.

She wanted to wrestle the Guild Elf again.

She wanted to lose to the Guild Elf again!

She had never been...in love with a non-Drow before.

Now that non-Drow was nothing more than a Milker! Ruined! A mindless masturbator and spider fucker!

She was furious with the Drow here...her Drow here for betraying the Guild Elf! It was such a dishonor!

For the first time in centuries there were tears in her eyes as she turned and walked away.

"Thank you, M'Lord!" Moonbeam, buzzing alongside Roger's hood, enthused for the fourth time. They were moving again through Drow tunnel, led by Elhoel. Besuse and the drained DwarfMiner, TonHauler, had been dismissed. "Thank you for coming for me!"

"It was TonHauler who came for you!" Flare added, looking back over her shoulder. She was beside and slightly behind Elhoel, as a slave should be, while ahead of Roger.

"Its okay, Moonbeam. I'm tired of Elves...and Fairies sacrificing themselves for me. Time I did my part for them!"

"You have been doing your 'part' for the Elves...Guild Elves..." Flare continued over her shoulder, "...since we met on the road to Elfthring!" She looked down at where Roger's still furiously erect Loki Cock lay up against his stomach (and lower chest!), tucked under his sword belt.

Roger saw the...irritated look Elhoel gave Flare for the "Guild Elves" addition to her reply. He made a mental note to be on the lookout for trouble between those two, especially when the time came for him to 'stand up' to his end of the bargain he had made with the Drow!

Now was no time for a Bitch Fight!

Then his eyes dropped to the Drow's routinely and regularly exposed, most healthy looking and working ass. Elhoel's kilt was totally inadequate to completely cover her buns. As she walked in front of him the kilt, made of a very light and thin cloth, bounced and flew up rhythmically, flashing him regular views of working, smoothly muscular, and full Drow tail!

Then his eyes drifted right to the naked Flare's bubblebutt. Enough said! He could spend the rest of his days with his face buried in that bottomless, dusky crack!

Then Moonbeam fluidly drifted ahead of him, planting her perfectly molded, petite ass immediately in front of his hood opening!

Roger literally drooled at the triple heavenly display of man made...er, Loki made, magnificently crafted, brilliantly displayed tailmeat that the sweet, feminine metaphysical creatures of this realm provided!

Damn, but Loki was a genius of an ass man!

Moonbeam was looking guiltily at Elhoel, who tried to angrily ignore the Fairy. "Elhoel?" Moonbeam tried to break the ice while hovering aside the striding Drow. "Please, Elhoel, do not take offense with me..."

The Drow spun her head towards the hovering Fairy, then hesitated a count to calm herself. "How do you expect me to act? You and your Clan have been allies...no! Friends with us for eons! How could you betray us?!"

"But I am not working against you! It is Desiree we are opposed to! She is threatening the Guild...and what position would the Drow be in if the Guild are defeated and broken?"

Elhoel looked back at the noisily buzzing, more assertive Fairy with true surprise. She had no idea Moonbeam understood and thought of events around her with such strategic insight! And she was right, the Drow had to admit. The Drow were occasional, and reluctant allies of Desiree, out of necessity. But without the counterbalance of Desiree's constant war with the Guild, the Drow would be reduced to her slaves in short order.

Moonbeam continued, "Please, Elhoel, do not make revenge on me. Certainly not on my Sisters!"

Still frowning, at least the Drow was no longer furious. "Very well! I will leave your Clan Sisters out of this. But you, Moonbeam! When this is over...YOU will return here! YOU owe me! Be prepared to pay!" Then, facing forward, the Drow dramatically increased her strides.

Nodding, Moonbeam tried to look penitent, but a smile broke out anyway. She knew just how Elhoel got personal revenge on Fairies...

She could hardly wait!

They came to the 'apartments' of the Guild Elf prisoners. Like most 'buildings' it was cut into the wall of the Underdark tunnel, though only a fraction of the size of Elhoel's cavern. A single door, with a barred window occupying half of it, and two barred, four foot by four foot windows in the rock wall facing the Underdark, were the only breaks on the surface.

Peering in Roger saw two rooms, whose dividing wall almost extended to the middle of the inside of the door. He saw three sullen Guild Elves in one room, who, in-spite of having suffered through who knows how much abuse and sexual labor with the DwarfMiners, still looked glorious in their nudity. Their faces, while not smiling, were...of course...as beautiful as a supermodel's.

No...better.

In the other room things were different.

"Miriam," Roger said, eyes wide at what he was seeing.

Elhoel nodded grimly. She approved of making Milkers of criminals. But there were some cases where honor necessitated a different fate for warrior prisoners. From what she had picked up from Besuse, this appeared to be one of those.

"She'll be obsessed with servicing Black Sex Spiders, and only that, for a very long time, I fear," she answered Roger. "Sex poison directly from the spiders is an unbreakable, merciless mistress. We are too late for her."

Equally grimly, Roger replied, "We will take her, nonetheless. Find some clothes for them. Elhoel, get the door open before any more Drow show up!"

"They should be naked," Elhoel came back. "It would look more natural..."

Roger stared at the Drow, recognizing her logic, but refusing it nonetheless. "I'm tired of seeing Guild Elves abused, Elhoel!"

The Drow, opening the lock on the door, stepped up to Roger. "We have gotten this far...er, M'Lord! Trust me! I am betraying many Drow in freeing these prisoners! I could be thrown to the Spiders for what I am doing!"

"You risk that...to have a child?" Roger shook his head.

Elhoel pulled him aside. "You must realize that the Drow have pined away for a Child of Loki for over three thousand years! We were created, as where all the different Elf races/clans, to desire above all else to have a Child from Loki! We cannot help it. Loki made us that way! Let me tell you that the Guild was exactly the same way...until that Bitch...until Thora was made pregnant by Loki.

"And, whether you like it or not, I believe, after seeing your...Holy Organ, that you are Loki incarnate!"

Roger, from far in his hood, rolled his eyes. "Oh, nonsense! I've got a big dick, and all you delicious little pus...er...ladies are size queens!"

"You have Loki's Cock!" the Drow repeated, with sincere, solemn conviction. Religious conviction. "You are Loki! You can give me...the Drow, the Child of Loki our Queen Embla never received. You are the Salvation of the Drow!" She stopped with all the devout, impassioned sanctity of a Novitiate Nun.

Roger could only stare at her from his hood, dumfounded and helpless in the face of such...piety.

But then, like most men who went to Parochial High School, he had always had that fantasy of pinning that certain Novitiate Nun in the Holy Wine storage room in the church basement!

After a moment of divine contemplation, Elhoel opened her eyes and saw that Roger had not moved. She then smiled, somewhat sheepishly, "Its an Elf thing, you Men wouldn't...couldn't understand! Now lets go!"

She turned from a thoroughly befuddled Roger only to take two steps and halt. Turning around, she asked, "Go where...er, M'Lord? I can get you out through three...four exits. But sooner or later we will be observed, and some Drow Family will pursue you, for I do not command every Family in the Underdark."

Roger pointed his hood's opening at the Drow. "Was the Spider's Cavern, where I saw Miriam...attacked, on your list?"

Elhoel gave him a brief shocked look. "No, of course not!"

"Doesn't it lead out?"

"Yes! To the surface of the Impassible Mountains, and on the same side as Lady Gem's party climbed up to the Brisingamen Temple! But the passages are each the home of a Black Sex Spider!"

Roger could see the terror on Elhoel's face. Good! "Let us imagine that we did get past the spider...would any Drow, of any Family, follow us?"

Abruptly Elhoel grinned. "True! That would be about the only way to get out of the Underdark without pursuit. No Drow in her right mind would go out through that route. But how? You can't ask me..." Terror appeared again on the Drow's face.

Roger felt that terror himself.

Maletal returned to the Guild Elf apartments moments later to find them empty!

Had someone taken them to the DwarfMiners?

No, the door had been left open, carelessly. It had been hasty. It had been an escape!

And Miriam was taken, too! She was useless for anything but Black Sex Spider Milking! And the only place Miriam would want to go...would willingly go, would be...

Black Sex Spider Caverns!

The small party of Guild Elves, Drow, Fairy, and Human slipped into the bottom floor of the unoccupied Spider Caverns through the entrance reserved for Milkers. Inside, amongst the suddenly comforting, Elf concealing stalactites, they stopped about halfway in.

Elhoel distributed a very comforting sword to the four Guild Elves, but not to Miriam. They had bound Miriam's hands behind her back and then tied a collar, a belt actually, that was around her neck to her hand bindings. That way only one Elf was needed to stop her headlong rush to the nearest spider.

"There, M'Lord!" the Drow sighed. "I think that I have more than kept up my part of our agreement!" Her eyes bored into Roger's hood. "Now, your...er...end?"

She strode towards and then past him, towards the farthest back, and darkest, part of the cavern. She glanced at him out the corner of her eye as she slowly past him, making sure her fully erect and vividly crimson nipples were in clear view. As she walked past her ass flipped like a 1950's actress in a tube skirt. She was trying to be as irresistibly sexy as possible.

Roger thought that she was doing a damn fine job, too!

He sighed as she hip tossed around a corner. Part of him (his permanently erect and pulsing dick) wanted at her, but part of him, the part now looking at Flare looking hurtfully back at him, wanted nothing to do with Drow!

But a deal's a deal!

"Its the agreement we made!" Roger whispered to an increasingly agitated Flare. "She got us here, after all! She held up her end." He immediately wished he had used a different cliche...

Flare took a deep breath, then reluctantly nodded. Very reluctantly. She didn't say a word. But she did open his sword belt and let it drop.

Roger's throbbing divinity fell stiffly out the slit Elhoel had put in his disguise.

Flare's eyes glowed.

Roger took a quick look at the others, but no one was looking that way and Flare's body effectively blocked anyone else's view, anyway.

"M'Lord..." Flare finally spoke. "I understand..." She abruptly looked up into his hood. "I don't like it! But, I understand."

She reached into his pockets, checking one after the other, until she found the Brisingamen. It was near the size of half a dinner plate, resembling a quarter Moon in shape, with beautifully woven gold threat sweeping from one corner to the other. In fact, the whole thing was outrageously beautiful, if one measured beauty by 24 karat gold and rubies, emeralds and diamonds.

After she admired it for a moment, Flare pulled Roger's hood back and put the Brisingamen over his head and around his neck.

It seemed to mold itself to the width and curve of his neck, immediately fitting in the front of his sternum like it was part of him.

Looking up into his eyes, Flare said, "It was made for you, M'Lord!" she said, not without a little awe.

Roger shook his head. "Don't you mean..."

"No!" she interrupted, silencing him with a dainty finger across his lips. "It has always been for you! The Brisingamen was left by Lord Loki specifically for you!"

Roger shrugged. "Whatever. But, other than fitting me really well, I don't feel any different. Shouldn't there be flashes, my balls getting bigger, heaven forbid but my dick getting bigger?"

Flare's eyes dropped and her hands reached out to grasp his monstrous meat. She began a twisting, pulling, most serious jackoff. "You ask questions I cannot answer. But it will do what Mrs Hobson told you it would, for you are what the Brisingamen is for." She hesitated, recalling just who Roger was wearing the Brisingamen for...and it wasn't her. "M'Lord, you need to share your...gift with many Elf. That is your responsibility, as it was with Lord Loki. I must accept that! But...it is I who love you, not just crave your...Loki's Cock! I...I wanted to tell you that. Now go...Just remember..." She hesitated for a long, pregnant moment. "...don't kiss her!" Then she released him.

Drooling long, wormy strands of gunk feet down from the tip of his glans, Roger, heart pounding, throat dry, balls tight, turned and started following Elhoel's path into the twilight.

Around the corner he saw the Drow, naked, standing by a flat topped, low rock. She turned with a start to face him.

And immediately her eyes widened to saucers...glowing saucers.

"M'Lord?" she gasped like a virginal Freshman cheerleader meeting the football team Captain under the bleachers after the big game, sounding half terrified and half...oh so excited at finally serving under her first 'man'. Her eyes were locked on his jutting, bobbing, drooling Loki's Cock.

Looking at the worriedly smiling teenage girl-like Drow, Roger suddenly had a kind of 'Twilight Zone' moment. The location, the environment, the characters...

It was as if memories, someone else's memories, were appearing in his head...

Loki's memories?

From the Brisingamen?

With god-like determination Roger pulled his disguise over his head while not missing a single, purposeful, firm stride. Abruptly, upon seeing the suddenly frightened looking, almost teenaged petite Drow, he was feeling different...strange...

With a mental flash, an instant blanking of his mind, Roger was somewhere else. Tunnels...Underdark...long ago...Drow, many Drow. Drow in their delightful dress...flesh exposing dress...

The surge of divine power! Powerful legs making great strides...looking...hunting...hunting but not for food...for mates!...Drow!...turning a tunnel corner, seeing a Drow...Drow seeing her God...Drow seeing her God's Divine Cock...

Elhoel's glowing saucer eyes remained fixed on Roger's organ until he was only a couple feet before her. Then she looked up at his face...looked up fearfully at his face...

Then, abruptly, she smiled oh so sweetly up at him...

Roger/Loki took the smiling Drow's shoulders in his hands, leering down at her completely unfettered, furiously erect, blood red tipped, firm as a fifteen year olds and geometrically perfectly conical breasts.

Then he bent his head to feed...

On quivering, panting, whimpering, no longer arrogant Drow boob.

Roger dropped his disguise, then took the lusciously naked Elhoel in his hands by her ebony asscheeks while simultaneously capturing her left nipple in his mouth, nursing forcefully and hungrily on it...on her.

Elhoel threw her head back in sudden and most undrowlike submission to Male, Divine Male, hunger...

The Drow moaned blissfully as Roger/Loki suckled on her, clawing upon his broad, manly shoulders and back with razor sharp, frantic talons as he dominately, effortlessly bent her backwards. With her thrashing nearly horizontal in one arm, he then ran his other hand...down...

Roger sent his right hand over Elhoel's normally flat, now heaving belly, leaving no doubt what his target was...

Elhoel kissed Roger's ear, moaning sweetly while spreading her thighs in anticipation. Spreading wide... "Yes, M'Lord! Take me!" she husked into that ear.

Roger/Loki heard the Drow whimper, whine, beg for blessed contact. Her fingernails tore at his indestructible flesh, her breath roared in his ear, her sable thighs eagerly parted for his hand...

That hand cupped her congested femininity, and his fingers kept going, thrusting through her labia. Her pussy burst open...

Roger slipped over Elhoel's pubic mound and plunged into wet, sloppy pussy.

Like rotten fruit her twat burst open for him, her juice trickling through and around his pussy exploring fingers.

"Sorry," Roger told the hoarsely panting Drow after pulling off her nipple. "Not much time for foreplay!"

"What is 'foreplay'?" she panted into his face, shuddering as Roger's fingers did a quick vaginal violation.

Roger looked at her. As if to make up for the haste of his seduction, forgetting for the moment Flare's admonishment to him, Roger kissed the Drow. Trying to mimic the Guild Elf/Drow kiss he had observed earlier, he tried to copy the long, slow, intensely passionate embrace of the two Elves, while gripping her perfectly formed, coal black ass with one omnipotent hand and gently cradled her back with his other.

While he knew it couldn't achieve the lesbionic perfection of Flare's kiss of earlier, for a mere Male he thought it wasn't bad.

Then he slowly lowered His completely compliant Drow...

Roger/Loki heard his Drow whimper as he gently lowered her to her back. There was no other place for her, so he put her on the tunnel floor.

Under him...

Where she belonged...

On her back beneath him...

Looking up at him as he mounted her, she spontaneously threw her legs up as his Divine Cock pressed in...

Elhoel cried out sharply when Roger penetrated her. Roger closed his eyes and moaned himself...the Drow was so hot and wet...and yieldingly tight!

Once his cockhead popped into her, accompanied with a roaring growl, Roger/Loki skewered his Drow fully with a rapier-like thrust of his hips.

For her part the Drow howled most satisfyingly under her God.

On the pullback Roger/Loki tucked his head into the panting Drow's shoulder. With his next drive his 'partner' screamed right into his ear.

Just the way he liked it!

Roger smothered her with another silencing kiss.

Elhoel screamed into Roger's kiss as he smoothly filled her again, easily and fully bulling aside her feeble defenses of wet labia and constricted vaginal opening, going even deeper the second stroke.

Smashing dominately to the bottom of the Drow's belly...

Holding himself nearly buried in her, grinding against her G-spot and cervix, he tucked his face alongside her smooth, delicious neck and listened to her forced gasps and soft grunts.

Abruptly, then, she wanted more. More out of him. "Yes, M'Lord!" she hotly groaned into his ear, humping her hips up against his prick, urging him to do his worse. "Do it, M'Lord Take me! Tame me...tame your Drow!"

She gripped his back fiercely.

His eyes popped open when he felt her claws sink into his back, then rip at his quite non-divine, certainly not indestructible flesh. "Tame me!" echoed in his ear, badgering him, challenging him...spurring her God on... The pain was both intense and goading. Then, as he winced from her assault, her belly convulsed and her girl tube collapsed around his grinding pole.

With Elhoel's deep, hot, clinging belly gripping him, and her fingernails ripping his back to seeming bloody ribbons, he became motivated. After rearing his hips back with a jerk, he groaned with the velvety humid pleasure of refilling her belly again with his next slow, deliberate drive back into yielding feminine guts.

Then he was stroking, driving, fucking...giving the tormenting Drow what she was asking for.

"AAAAH!" the Drow howled, wide open eyes lighting up when he smashed into her wide open and defenseless cervix again. She rattled the stalactites with her shrill, forced, unrestrained shriek of godly penetration.

And Roger was in no mood to stop there! With liquid smoothness he reared back and skewered the little Drow again...then again...again...

And Elhoel broke after less than a dozen womb dislocating, pussy spreading, toe curling, lung emptying, feminine mind crushing strokes. Eyes rolling up into her skull, her formerly wickedly distracting and downright damaging claws limply draped impotently around his neck, her clenched toed feet hooked by their heels upon his clavicles, a slack jawed and quite thoroughly fuck-broken Drow alternately grunted like a piglet with each womb dislocating impact of fist sized cockhead with defenselessly offered up cervix, and moaned like a fuck broken Elf with each subsequent vacuumous back stroke.

The crack of Roger's softball sized babymakers slapping off of wet, firm, bulbous and offered up Drow ass echoed in the cavern.

As did Elhoel's repeated shrieks of holy penetration...

For the briefest second Roger actually realized that he could still think! He realized that his balls spanking Drow tail could be heard by Flare...

Flair! Guilt suddenly, and stupidly, clouded his perfect fuck seized brain.

Then all his counterproductive male thinking was obliterated when Elhoel's twat mercifully clamped down on his driving, omnipotent prick, destroying what was left of his guilt tainted male consciousness in a wicked wave of lusciously moist and consummately feminine pussy heat.

With a purely animal...male animal growl of primordial male surrender to the cum hungry female, Roger lowered his head and gripped the Drow by the neck...with his teeth. Plunging his right hand between her perfectly bulbous buttocks, searching that Drow's Mariana's Trench of an asscrack, he found her other hole.

His cock began its surrendering jerks as her delightful, demanding, possessive pussy sucked on him for a baby. As her belly conquered his masculinity and claimed his manly load, he responded in a last great act of male defiance by burying his middle finger in that last, as yet, not violated hole...

To the last knuckle...

As Elhoel screamed what was left of her brains out from a perfectly timed and executed Divine Goose, Roger, actually not having any choice in the matter, opened his ducts to let the first spew of babystuff into the offered up and wide open womb of the Drow thrashing helplessly under him...

"AAAAH!" he grunted, most satisfyingly, right into Elhoel's long, pointed ear.

"YES!" she screeched in return when his glans forced her cervix just before spewing an initial half-cup volumed jet of colloidal ballpudding directly into the Drow's convulsing womb.

But there would be no smug satisfaction for the new Lord Loki, for Elhoel's ultimate feminine triumph was already upon him. Before even his first seemingly all-triumphant spew of rich, colloidal duckbutter had exited his maximally rigid prick at near relativistic speeds, her omnipotent claws were closing in on his "Achilles heel"...so to speak. For then his spewgasm seized mind registered the sensation of razor sharp talons gripping mercilessly his swollen to grapefruit size balls!

"AAAAH! NO!" he screamed into the pointed Drow ear he had been grunting into a second before.

"YES!" came back, in consummate feminine triumph, to his own ear.

Elhoel had him by the balls.

And she was going to mercilessly, dominately, exultantly milk his babymakers dry!

Roger was immediately seized and helpless. Suddenly, instantly, he was reduced to a cuming machine, no more, no less. Elhoel expertly...perfectly milked him, combining wicked, fiendishly effective long nail ball milking with a reflexive, perfectly timed prick suckling by her male awe-inspiring snapping pussy to rhythmically, deliciously, thoroughly suck him dry.

Just before Roger collapsed upon her luscious anthracite shiny body he managed to open his eyes to see the Drow beneath him, eyes rolled up, for all facts and purposes just as fucked stupid as he was. Clearly he had been successful: She was in another, unconscious world, instinctively draining her God.

It was what she had been made for!

As he gave up the masculine ghost, crumpling upon the still convulsively orgasming Drow in an exhausted heap of male muscle and (drained) testicles, Elhoel was still relentlessly milking his substantially smaller nuts with frantically clutching claws.

With an extremely bright, yet brief, flash Lady Gem, still most gloriously naked, and Cassiopeia, the claw-like fingertips of her left hand still possessively and intimately gripping the Guild Elf's firm and smoothly bulging right asscheek, materialized in the center of a hugely dimensioned, stone walled room.

The first thing the Guild Elf did was step forward, trying to remove the vampiric Wood Elf's unwelcome butt grip from her equine exercised, and thus magnificently well developed, ass.

Cassiopeia stayed right with her, fingernails remaining deeply sunk into maturely pillowy yet teenaged compact Elf derriere.

With a sigh of resignation, realizing the Wood Elf would not voluntarily relinquish her...admittedly pleasant...grip on fully developed Guild buttmeat, Gem resorted to distracting herself instead by looking about the room while trying her utmost, desperately so in fact, to ignore that increasingly sexy grip on her bulging buns.

The room appeared to be part of a castle, the Dining Hall or chapel. Easily two hundred feet long and close to fifty feet wide, the arched roof easily towered three stories or more overhead. Windows arrayed down the two long walls just under the eaves let in ample sunlight. The windowless walls at each end were equipped with but a single door.

It was towards the door in the far wall that the vampire kept directing Gem with little irritating yet stimulating pokes of her long fingernail equipped middle finger into the Elf's deep, dark asscrack.

Right on her clenched, only violated once (by Roger!), anus!

As they approached said wall the door smoothly, silently, and without obvious physical inducement, slid open.

Not missing a stride, even with one of Cassiopeia's long, powerful, yet sensuous fingers half buried into her spasmically clenched anus, Lady Gem stepped through into a darkened alcove. A few more strides, still being goosed most effectively by Wood Elf finger, and the two Elves stepped into another room.

This one was much more...intimate!

Appearing less than half as long as the previous room, though just as wide, this room had no windows admitting bright, natural sunlight. Instead glow globes were hung on the walls and on a no more than ten foot high, wood beamed ceiling. At the far end wall, above another simple door, was a gallery for spectators. Other than that, nothing broke the smooth symmetry of the walls.

But...a gallery for spectators?

Spectators for what?

Then, frowning at the smirking Wood Elf's continuously flexing, nearly butt encased finger diligently stretching her sphincter, she looked down, finally noticing the composition and texture of the floor.

Not wood.

Mat...

Like Guild Elf Sex Pit...

Sex Wrestling mat!

Then Cassiopeia stepped up behind Gem's right shoulder. Her right hand, the only hand not semi-swallowed up by deep, dark, goosed Guild Elf asscrack, held her possessively by that shoulder. Breathily she husked into Gem's ear, "I could just eat you, you are so full and firm...with blood! But you are for someone else! Someone...special! You ready, Elf? Are you ready to defend your honor...your virgin honor?"

Then the Wood Elf softly chuckled and licked Gem's neck. Right over her right jugular vein.

Gem's self-control disappeared in a flash of beautiful blue elven eyes and lightning quick reflexes. Suddenly her right elbow was smashing into Cassiopeia's chest, just below her sternum. In one fluid motion she raised her right fist up in a blurred sweep, using her chest impacted elbow for a fulcrum, and drove her knuckles into the chuckling Cassiopeia's mouth, splitting lips but not reaching those fangs.

Damn!

She wanted to crush her nose, but the damn Elf was too tall.

Nonetheless, the Guild Elf's elbow depressed Cassiopeia's Xiphoid Process into her lungs, a lethal blow if she had been an orc instead of an Elf, or cursed Vampire, but most painfully attention getting, nonetheless, while Gem's knuckles bloodied the Elf's lower lip nicely.

Cassiopeia's chuckling abruptly ended as she hastily took two staggering steps back. While she didn't cry out from the blow to her mouth, she grunted nicely from the elbow to her gut.

Gem permitted herself a small smile as she turned to face the startled, discomforted vampire. "Is that answer enough for you, Monster?" she replied, not without some pride.

Cassiopeia stood upright, rising nearly a head above Gem. With a hiss she bared her blood stained fangs.

"Enough!" roared from behind Gem.

Gem turned with a start, and then froze when she saw who had entered from the far door.

Desiree!

She stood just inside the door, seemingly towering over the other two Elves even though Gem knew she was no taller than Cassiopeia. With only her slit sided, ankle length skirt for clothing, her statuesque tits jutted out in typical Elfin perfection, not only 'D' cup in mass, but perfectly conical in shape. Her puffy, equally conical nipples were pebbly hard and jutting. The edges of her bare, smoothly powerful legs peeked out the slits at the edges of her 'loincloth' like skirt.

And the anaconda-wide bulge in the front of that skirt, right in-front and between Desiree's parted thighs, caught Gem's eyes at once.

Desiree, immediately noticing where Gem's vision became fixated upon, dropped the frown originally directed at Cassiopeia's indiscretion with Gem and then smiled...evilly at Gem's gawk. "So," she said in a soft, quiet voice, "I finally meet the famed 'Lady' Gem, renowned in the Courts and campfires on both sides of the Impassable Mountains!"

With Desiree's first words Gem's eyes rose to the Aesir's. But, almost at once, they dropped back down to the, now, jumping bulge in Desiree's skirt.

It was so...hard...difficult to tear her eyes away from that...arousing display! While she had never met, face to face, with Desiree, Gem had certainly heard much of her!

Especially of the 'special' equipment it was said she had acquired from the demise of Lord Loki!

Then Gem saw Desiree's eyes roaming down her naked body.

"And I have the honor to see you in the flesh, too! I approve, Lady! Elves, especially Guild Elves, should be unclothed. Much easier on the eyes! Don't you agree?"

Gem fought down the urge to cover her elfishly impressive tits with her crossed arms, not wanting to confirm her embarrassment at Desiree's words. But she feared she blushed, all too virginally, nonetheless.

Desiree looked up to the Wood Elf standing behind Gem. "Cassiopeia, I think you can depart now. I seem to have everything under control here...Now!"

Cassiopeia bowed, then turned to go.

"Is it true that you have three of...'Lady'...Gem's troops in your...possession?" Desiree added to the departing vampire.

Stopping and turning, Cassiopeia nodded.

Looking at Gem with an irritating smirk, Desiree went on, "You may...use them for a..." She looked into Gem's eyes with an inquisitive expression. "...month? But please do not damage them...too much! Eventually I will need them for my Loki-Kai! The poor things, it appears, need Elf pussy...especially Guild Elf...regularly to maintain their health!"

From behind a clenched fisted Gem came, "I wasn't planning on abusing them, Desiree! Just working out some sexual...exercises on them! They will be delivered here, in good health though well worked, in one month!"

Then Gem heard Cassiopeia depart.

"Alone at last!" Desiree said, stepping towards the furiously frowning Elf.

"Just what do you have in mind?" Gem replied, as firmly as she could. She didn't like the feeling of how...wet she had abruptly become between her smooth, firm thighs!

Desiree stopped in her tracks. Wide eyed, she reached for the waist of her skirt. "Why, an experiment, for one!" Then her skirt began to fall. "And revenge for another!" she added as her skirt puddled at her feet.

Gem gawked, but at least didn't cry out, as the Cock of Loki flipped up into her face, all sixteen arm thick inches of divine organ. With a 'splat!' she felt, as well as heard, a single inches long worm of precum slap across her chin.

Gem's heart thundered as she helplessly stared at the glowing prick that appeared to suddenly be jutting into her face! For a long, horrible moment her entire consciousness was fixated upon that prick, her eyes bulging, her tits rising and falling wildly as she nearly hyperventilated. She could feel her renewed production of pussy lubricant begin to trickle down the insides of her thighs as all she could control was the clenching of her hands into furious fists of utter feminine frustration.

Desiree could have done whatever she wanted to her...anything at all during that long, degrading moment and the Guild Elf could have done nothing.

Certainly nothing to stop her!

But Desiree just stood there, admiring the effect her Cock was having on the helpless looking Elf. Afterwards she would rue her inactivity...

Just as Gem began getting the most outrageous urges to step up to the god-hung Aesir, fall to her knees and try to choke herself to death (impossible anyway) trying to engulf and then 'deep throat' that awesomely dimensioned prick, the wild and wildly building, consummately sexy and seemingly irresistibly pleasurable cravings for outrageous penile penetration abruptly began to subside! Without warning or explanation, the formerly irresistible demands to house that evilly dimensioned penis in every one of her feminine openings/tubes began to subside!

And the subsiding, as the seconds passed, seemed to accelerate!

Most unusual for a Guild Elf facing Divine Dick!

As her sweating and pussy dribbling slowed, as well as her near pant, Gem's mind, unclouding as she physically calmed, raced to find a logic...a justification for her success over her instincts.

Then: Of course! She HAD seen that cock before! She had...tasted that cock before! She had...accepted into her belly and butt that awesomely arousing organ before!

Roger! His organ was essentially identical to Loki's, as was Desiree's! And it hadn't been that long ago, just hours in fact, that she had gotten on her knees and sucked...

Well, it was probably a good thing he had let her get on her knees and suck...

Could it be that having so recently suckled Roger's impressive...now that she thought about it, Roger's was a little longer...could that have taken some of the 'edge' out of Desiree's prick's 'influence' on her?

Don't look gift 'salvation' in the 'mouth'!

Suddenly Desiree noticed Gem's calming. A great frown creased her otherwise beautiful, inhumanly beautiful, face. What is with this Elf? She had never seen an Elf, any Elf, who could resist having her Loki's Cock shoved into her cocksucker's face! Why does this damn Guild Elf resist her? And so easily?!

Desiree's little smile then returned. Well, so be it! I haven't raped an Elf in some time! This 'Lady' Gem could probably use it!

Desiree stepped forward again, her monstrous Elf sticker preceding her like a knight's lance.

Gem immediately stepped back and assumed a defensive position. Even in the crouched stance, her nakedness was delicious. "Stop! Do not come closer!" she warned, suddenly fully and very dangerously serious.

Warning me! Desiree thought, eyes widening. "You little bitch!" she almost whispered to herself. Then Desiree actually increased her strides.

Instantly Gem was moving...towards the near charging Aesir! Then, just before Desiree's cockhead and Gem's head met, the Guild Elf, in full stride, dropped to the mat, landing on her left hip, and slid between Desiree's legs.

She slid on her left hip and raised her straightened right leg up at the two egg shaped and melon sized testicles of Desiree that were held tightly against her loins by her hairless scrotal sac. A count later and Gem's right foot slapped first one, then the other testicle as she smoothly slid between the legs of the startled Mage! Whap! Whap!

"Yeeeooow!" screamed the scrotal sac clutching Mage!

Behind Desiree, Gem smoothly flipped back up to her feet. She was wearing an even broader smile than earlier.

Desiree, face flushed with fury and not a little all too masculine pain, spun around to face the Guild Elf, her hands clutching throbbing and reddened nuts. "You little BITCH!" she screeched, much more loudly than earlier.

Her damn glowing cock wasn't affecting this Guild Elf bimbo! And now she had just demonstrated that Guild Elves DID have reflexes and physical skills far beyond any other creature in Lokin! She had never experienced such resistance in any other Elf! Dammit to Alfheim, Lord Loki himself had never had an Elf deny him! Why now and why with her? And why THIS haughty, bubble butted Elf?

Did the Guild have a secret weapon that negated the effects of the Loki Cock? If they did, it could negate her Loki-Kai completely! She would be meeting the Guild Army in a day or so! If her Loki-Kai failed, Moira would be fucking her ass not on but WITH a mountaintop for the next five hundred years!

Unnoticed by a Desiree occupied in furious mental debate, Gem's eyes did keep dropping to that drooling, jerking Loki Cock. And just looking at it made the Guild Elf 'me-so-horny!' alright! But Roger's 'use' of her earlier seemed to have taken just enough of the edge off her Loki-Cock induced horniness that, as long as she could maintain her mental discipline, she could resist the all too natural (for an Elf) urge to lose herself in degrading and delicious enslavement servicing that magnificent piece of glowing meat!

But she knew she couldn't so much as touch that prick or she would be lost! And tasting it definitely was out!

Still her mind was filled with absolutely wicked images of her on her knees gagging pints of lumpy, coiled and wormy wadd out of those bruised balls!

Gem shook her head clear of the worse of her forced sexual fantasies.

Then Desiree was charging again! While holding her arms spread and claws extended forward, this time Desiree approached the Elf more slowly, like a wrestler. She wasn't going to let Gem get in any more cheap shots using her superior Guild Elf reflexes!

But her cock stuck out way too far not to become an easy target as the two delicious creatures closed...

Without a sound or any other warning Gem suddenly leaped up, rotating as she rose. As soon as she leaped her left leg thrust out...straight. Then her left foot sharply slapped Desiree's glans as the Elf spun.

"Damn!" Desiree shrieked, now reaching for her throbbing, reddened cockhead!

But the Elf was still rising, and pirouetting!

And when she completed her first rotation it was her right leg that stuck out straight: Even with Desiree's chin!

Whap! went Gem's right foot right on Desiree's jutting chin!

"Urk!" went Desiree as she flew back, almost horizontal, to land most unbecomingly on her back.

Gem gracefully landed on one foot, like a ballerina.

To her credit the Mage was quickly climbing back upon her feet. This time, though, without the previous haughtiness and fury.

This little bitch was trouble, she told herself, reevaluating her judgement of the Guild Elf Commander. Sure, she wasn't very powerful in the magic department. But if the magic didn't work on her, what then?

Then Desiree smiled. One didn't always have to force compliance! There was always...persuasion! Reluctantly releasing her still throbbing Loki Cock, Desiree relaxed and raised herself to her full height.

In as calm a voice as she could manage with her stinging jaw and throbbing glans, Desiree tried reason, "Once again, Lady Gem, you have shown the courage and skill of the Guild...this day!"

Still in fighting stance, Gem frowned slightly. What was this...Dark Lord Agent up to?

"It is obvious," Desiree went on, wincing as she straightened her back, "that I cannot physically defeat you! But I can gain compliance in...other ways!"

"No!" barked the Elf like a Chihuahua. "I will never give in to you! You want nothing but slavery and humiliation for my Sisters!"

"Do you want to save your 'Sisters' from such 'slavery and humiliation'?" Desiree replied with a smile.

Gem's frown deepened. The Bitch was up to something! Reluctantly she replied, "Of course!"

"Then watch!" Roared the Agent and, with a sweep of her hand, a six foot diameter globe appeared in mid-air between them. Contained within was an image...a moving image...

A cave...a fog shrouded, huge and dark cave.

From out of the drifting, shadowy fog a figure slowly staggered across the cave's dirt floor. A naked figure. A lusciously naked female figure.

"Stryker!" Gem unconsciously whispered aloud to herself.

Desiree nodded with evil understanding.

Stryker seemed to wander aimlessly in the bubble, her sweat shiny, buff body magnificent in its stripped nakedness. But her mind...one look at her eyes, those wide open but blank eyes...the slack face...

Her body was furiously aroused, that was also obvious to Gem with her first glance. Stryker's nipples jutted out a good inch, as did her flaming pink clit, blatantly viewable between her sweaty wet thighs.

But her face...her eyes...the spark, that trait of confidence, of self-assuredness that had made her such a great Noncom...

It wasn't there on that face anymore!

Fear gripped Gem. The fear that something horrible...something horrible and permanent had changed...had injured her Stryker!

Something had broken her!

"Do you recognize the Elf?" Desiree asked in a softer, but seemingly more threatening voice.

Suddenly biting down on her lower lip to stifle sudden tears, Gem could only nod.

"Good! Yes, that is...er...I guess I should rephrase that...That was your 'sergeant'...'Stryker' I believe she was...WAS called? Am I correct?"

Again Gem nodded, her eyes now wet.

"She was taken by a Dragon..."

"I know!" Gem gasped raggedly.

"MY Dragon!" Desiree barked back.

Gem's vision instantly went to the grimly smiling Dark Lord Agent. "W-What do you want?" she replied in a near gag through her emotion constricted throat.

Desiree's smile broadened. "Your Stryker is very nearly broken by my Dragon. It might already be too late..."

"What do you want of me!" Gem repeated in a stronger, more controlled voice.

"She can be saved..." Desiree went on, her grin broadening. "I can save her from her present fate as a mere Dragon's Cock Ornament!"

Gem stared in utter dread at the grinning Agent, silent out of fear of what would be said next.

Then the glowing bubble confirmed her worst fears as another voice came from it. Clearly this voice did not originate from any bipedal primate. "My Pet! I'm hard once again! Would you like for me to stick it into you?"

Gem's eyes closed, squeezing a tear from each, as Stryker hungrily, desperately and instantly replied, "UH! Yes! Please! I'm so...hot...hungry for you! Let me suck you off this time? Please?"

With a wave of her arm, Desiree dissolved the bubble, cutting off the Elf humiliating conversation instantly. "You see, some...er, all of your Guild friends are in substantially greater difficulty, if that is the correct term to use with Stryker, than yourself! Yet, you could save Stryker, at least! But not with your present arrogant, uncooperative attitude!"

Eyes still closed, Gem barked impatiently back, "Then what? What are you up to?!" When she opened her eyes, Desiree had the most infuriating smirk!

"Very well. You must realize that your Queen and Army will be invading my lands..."

Gem interrupted with an instantaneous exclamation of correction, "Defending Alfheim!"

Desiree halted momentarily and her smile broadened momentarily. "Whatever! But I have not tested my...troops, the Loki-Kai...you have heard of them, yes?...against Guild Elves!"

Both females in the room saw Gem's hands go to fists at her side when Desiree mentioned her Queen and Army. Gem simply nodded at the mention of the Loki-Kai. "I have heard of them!" It was just she didn't know much about them!

"Well, you can understand that a good general would want to know how her troops would react to the...enemy! Now, you are the first Guild Elf that I have taken prisoner..."

"I am not your prisoner!" Gem shot back.

Again Desiree hesitated, then she smiled. "...You are the first Guild Elf AVAILABLE to test against my Loki-Kai!" she compromised.

Gem looked at the Agent with sudden hope. "You want me to fight one of your Loki-Kai?"

"Uh, sex-fight, as a matter of fact. But something like that!"

Desiree was going to let her fight her secret weapon? Could she get the intelligence that she could gather back to Queen Thora? Gem's heart raced. A golden opportunity!

"Of course you will have to remain with me until after my confrontation with your Queen! I cannot afford letting you out to warn her. You understand?"

"Of course!" Gem replied without thinking. If she couldn't get out of this castle and to the battlefield within one day she didn't deserve to be a Guild Elf Field Commander! "But what do I get for this...experiment?"

"As soon as you finish your 'contest' I will remove Stryker from the Dragon's cave and..." the Agent hesitated a moment in thought. "...and send her to your old camp at the foot of the Impassible Mountains. It is deserted, now, I believe, but Stryker can take care of herself, can't she?"

Gem immediately nodded. Clearly it was the best deal she could get, considering the circumstances. She was going to fight Loki-Kai whether Stryker was rescued or not. "Very well! When do you want to have this 'contest'?"

"Why not right now?" Desiree smiled. Pointing to Gem's luscious nudity, she went on, "Since you are dressed for the occasion, why not now?"

Gem smiled. This was getting better and better! "Ok! Fine with me! Let's go!"

With a nod Desiree turned and strode to the door from which she had entered. Opening it and stepping aside, she admitted a towering, ape-like biped who had to bend over to clear the seven foot high door. Standing upright, he stood nearly a head taller than Desiree.

And he definitely was a 'he'! Jutting out from the thicker fur of his loins was a bony, swollen tubular cock in full, glowing erection that appeared to be an exact copy of Roger's/Loki's Cock!

Only it looked a substantial fraction of a foot longer that Desire's!

Then Gem's gawk at that cock was wrenched away when ANOTHER Loki-Kai, almost a twin, stepped through the doorway!

He, too, had a jutting bone of Divine Manhood...

Aimed right at Gem!

The howling and frantic fluid exchange between Divinity and Drow finally quieted.

Some time after...an unknown time to the nearly unconscious Roger...a strong, but distinctly feminine hand pulled him, and not at all gently, off the thoroughly fucked Drow he was using as a mattress.

On his back alongside the still sleeping Drow, Roger opened his eyes to see a very non-smiling Flare standing over him.

Immediately Elhoel, freed of Roger's oppressive mass, rolled over on her side. Her belly already looked months pregnant from all the semen Roger had injected into her.

"It is time to go, 'M'Lord'!" Flare whispered, most unrespectfully. She handed him his disguise.

Actually more like threw it at him.

Sheepishly Roger rose and dressed.

Flare immediately left him, stomping off as well as any diminutive Elf could have done, he thought.

He found Flare with the other Elves in a tight knot just outside the spider dens. At least the other Guild Elves didn't glare at him when he walked up, putting on his sword belt.

But they were...frightened.

Looking into the cave-like entrance of the cavern directly before them, seeing the thick webbing hanging around the edges, he didn't blame them. Now that they were there, he was getting cold feet, too!

How was he going to get these Elves (and himself!) past the twenty foot long spider that hid in there!?

He could see that question in each of the still sane Elf's eyes. Only Miriam, who was insanely addicted to Black Sex Spider venom, and Flare, who was...distracted too much by...something else, didn't show obvious growing terror on their faces.

Looking at a blank faced, quivering Miriam first, Roger followed by making eye contact with each of the three Elves standing before him. Flare had her back to him. "Well, Roger old boy! Time to become a hero!" he thought as he scanned the Elves.

"Look!" he started. "From what I can gather from Elhoel..."

He heard Flare mumble just a little too loudly for the others not to also hear, "And what did she 'gather' in return?"

Roger hesitated a moment. He wondered if Loki had problems like this? That's it, what would Loki do?

Taking another deep breath, he tried again. "I don't know of anyway out of the Underdark where we wouldn't be followed, tracked down, and just captured again by the Drow, except by going where the Drow won't go..." He nodded in the direction of the cave opening. "I can only figure that we're armed, and you Guild Elves are famous for your courage and swordsman...er...swordswomanship... Anyway, I remember my High School Biology teacher telling me that spiders are naturally cowardly. The one's in there don't eat Elves, right? They just..." His heroic, Henry V speech abruptly halted when he realized where the speech was going...

Flare, nodding at Miriam, barked up for him. "...yea, I know! They fuck us into mindless sex-toys!"

"Flare!" Roger came back, though not as loudly. "Look! I think we can fight our way past the spider if we all keep together!"

Suddenly the sounds of multiple swords unsheathing stopped him. All at once there were four Guild Elves with glistening swords at the ready.

It certainly made Roger feel more confident in his plan, seeing the enthusiasm for battle the Elves were abruptly showing, when he realized that they were also all directing their attention behind him!

Turning, he saw a Drow standing by a stalactite some ten feet away!

A single Drow!

"Maletal," one of Miriam's Elves growled from behind him.

Maletal didn't draw her sword. After she looked over the small pack of Guild Elves, assuring herself that they were not going to attack her immediately, she slowly stepped forward.

"I am alone. I have told no one of your escape. I am not intending to interfere with your plans." She held up a basket she had been dragging behind her. "Food and some clothing for your journey," she offered.

Roger raised his right arm and waved his hand downward, slowly and gently. He only stopped when, seconds later, he heard the Guild swords being re-sheathed.

The Drow suddenly looked much calmer.

"Ok," Roger said, carefully. Suddenly Flare, sword sheathed, was standing alongside him. "I appreciate you not turning us in, but what..."

The Drow stopped some three feet before Roger and Flare, standing between them, and put the basket down before her. She spoke to Roger. "I am ashamed of how Miriam was treated after she honorably defeated me. Most Drow feel the way I do, but I have not told anyone about your escape to prevent them from having to make the moral decision I had to. I have decided that only by my aiding you in escaping can I salvage my Honor in this matter."

Flare spoke up before Roger. "The Honor of the Drow is well known and admired, and reinforced in your actions, Maletal. Your Commander Elhoel is off to the left, about twenty feet away. She is..." Flare glanced at Roger out the corner of her eyes. "...asleep!"

"Asleep?!" Maletal quizzed, looking from Elf to Roger's hood and back. "How? Why?"

Flare answered again for Roger. "The Arcastrian here is not what she...er...appears." Then Flare reached into the pocket on Roger's disguise where the Brisingamen was located.

When Maletal saw the Brisingamen, her jaw dropped. Roger thought she actually got pale!

Looking into Roger's hood, the Drow was speechless...at first. Then, "Loki?!"

Flare put the Brisingamen away, then, taking the shocked Drow by the shoulders, she guided the Drow to where Elhoel was sleeping. Minutes later Flare returned, alone, but wearing a Drow jacket. It was sleeveless, open in front except where it was tied together around the hips, and barely extended below Flare's loins.

Flare was actually smiling, a little, when she returned. "She will take care of Elhoel. She will also keep your identity a secret...provided you return here to impregnate her!"

Roger shook his head as he turned around to face the now universally grinning Elves. "Great!" he thought, "now I'm providing stud service! What else is Flare going to volunteer me for!?"

Flare actually cuddled up to him, reaching down to squeeze his still huge, but quite limp prick. "A God has many responsibilities!" she said, almost pleasantly. Then she added, "A God also has many talents!"

"What do you mean?" Roger replied. "There seems to be only one 'talent' of mine that these Drow are interested in!"

"Well, we work with what we have, M'Lord!" Flare smoothly came back.

Roger patted Flare on her smooth, round, still naked ass. "I wish I had more...God-like talents to use against that spider!" he whispered to her so the other, still worried, Elves didn't hear.

"But I think you do, M'Lord!" Flare came back, wiggling her tail in delight at Roger's grope. "Maletal told me that Lord Loki used to use these very caverns to leave the UnderDark. It was the only way he could leave without a retinue of horny Drow following him outside! Does that suggest anything to you?"

Roger turned his hood to Flare. "Are these caverns natural?"

"Nothing is 'natural' in the UnderDark. The entire structure has been dug, at least partially, by the DwarfMiners."

Roger looked at the cave before him. He could see where at least parts of it were carved or dug out. The floor was quite unnaturally flat. The cave itself was straight and uniformly the same width. Most unnatural...

"Tell me, are the DwarfMiners ever attacked by these spiders?"

Flare coyly hesitated before answering. She knew something! "Only Elves are ever attacked by Sex Spiders. Only FEMALE Elves..."

Roger's/Loki's Cock jumped in Flare's clutching hand. "The spiders aren't gay, then?"

Flare nearly jumped. She did squeal like a TV genie she resembled in slight miniature. "You have it, M'Lord! Maletal told me that the spiders are as afraid of Loki as Elves are of them! And the spiders have no interest at all with any other male."

Relief flooded Roger. "Then there is no problem going through, as long as you Elves are behind me, right?"

"Right, M'Lord." Flare smiled.

Roger began to wonder why she was smiling so much, all of a sudden.

"But," she added after a very pregnant pause.

"But?" Roger repeated, his sense of dread rising.

"I am afraid you will have to go through the cavern...naked!" Flare answered, with a giggle!

"Why?"

"The spider needs to see your...Divine Organ! M'Lord, how can the beast know you are a Divine Male unless it can see your Divine, glowing, Prick?" Flare answered with a lilt to her voice indicating her answer had to be the most common sensical thing in the Universe.

Then Roger noticed that Flare had not only not released his disguise covered meat, but was now beginning to milk it into towering erection!

"Here, let me!" she said, opening his sword belt.

"Uh, here? In-front of the other girls...er...Elves?"

"Of course, M'Lord! How else can you be naked for the spiders?"

His belt clanged to the ground, then, without further delay, Flare pulled his disguise off over his head.

A chorus of gasps, then long, melodic "OOOOO's" followed his disrobing as his nearly fully erect Cock rose into the Elves'...all of the Elves'...vision.

When he looked at them, including Flare, he had five pairs of saucer shaped, glowing eyes staring in total rapture at his 'Divinity'.

"OOO!" Flare remarked. "You've gotten bigger!"

Roger saw the other four Elves, who had never seen his Cock before, nod in agreement!

"Good!" Flare added.

Then, with a start, she looked up at his flushed face. "I mean...so the spider can...see it...clearly from...farther away!"

Roger only could nod in silent agreement.

"Ok, let's go, M'Lord!" Flare said brightly.

Roger stepped forward, his now drooling, jutting sex lance preceding him by over a foot. Even he could see its glow reflected off of the rock surfaces as he approached the cave entrance!

Alone bare assed naked before the clothed Elves, for once, Roger stopped with one foot inside the towering oval entrance to the cave. He turned back to the trailing Elves. Immediately he saw their eyes light up. "If this spider is not as cowardly, or straight, as I thought, you guys will back me up, right?"

"OOOO!" came the chorus of Divine Meat enthralled fuck puppies behind him.

"Damn it!" Roger barked. "I'm serious!"

Flare immediately, followed by the other three Elves, blinked their glowing saucer eyes and briefly shook their heads. Then, in a flashy blur accompanied with a telling metallic tone, drew their swords.

No more 'fuck puppy' shown now in their faces to Roger.

Good! He was so relieved to see them back in killing mode!

"At your command, M'Lord!" barked Flare in her best parade-ground voice.

With a relieved smile, Roger nodded. "Stay close behind me," he instructed. "When...if the spider approaches, keep me between it and you!"

He hefted his own sword, then turned and stepped off. Then, from behind him, Flare spoke..."Ah, M'Lord?"

He looked over his shoulder at her. Interruption, just when he had gotten his courage up!

Flare glanced at the other Elves, then back at him. "M'Lord, your 'men' want to know if, after this is over, if they can...well...they haven't had a...real...you know...since Loki left..."

Roger looked at the other four Elves. All, even, to a physically lesser degree, Miriam, had an eager puppy, slightly embarrassed grin on their faces. Instantly he recalled seeing that look before on Elves...

Elves that had just seen his...gift!

Flare continued, "Sorry, but they just want to know if, once this is over, if you...you know..."

"Flare!" Roger exclaimed. "Now? Can't this wait until..."

"No, M'Lord! It can't!" Flare replied. "You just don't understand! Once Elves see...your Organ...its been eons since they last saw it! They ache for Lord Loki's...Gift! Its just not fair!"

Roger's head turned back forward, his eyes rolling up. For the first time it sunk in how big a...problem being a 'stud muffin'-God could be! With a sigh, he looked back. "Look, if I promise to...satisfy you..."

Flare jumped in again, pointing to the still grinning Elves, "Them, M'Lord, them! If you recall, you have already fucked me...many times!"

Roger winced. Now she's pimping me to her Sisters! Resigned, he nodded. "Yes, of course! I meant all of you! Okay? Let's just get out of here first?"

If anything, the Elves smiles broadened.

Flare gleamed at him. With great finality, she replied, "Good, M'Lord! Now we can go!" The other Elves just nodded eagerly.

Roger stepped off, wondering if his fate after getting through this spider cave would be any different than if he stayed and had to service all these Drow!

Using the light streaming in from the outside opening to the cave, and without a sign of arachnids save for the strands of feet long spider silk along the walls swaying in the breeze, the small party of Guild Elves and one 'God' made good time through the roughly first half of the Black Spider Cave. But as they approached the apparent half way point, where the floor of the cave peaked and began a gentle slopped descent to the outside, the 'occupant' made itself known.

With a shriek one of the Elves bunched between Roger and the left hand wall gave startling warning even before Roger picked out the scrapping sounds coming from his right. Then, accompanied by numerous isolated sounds resembling flint striking rock, he made out in the light coming from the mountainside opening to the caves the rapid movements of many spindly, jointed, tubular 'legs' moving up and down and forward.

They were off to his right...and moving to cross in-front of him.

To cut them off from the outside!

Roger looked hastily back at the Elves and saw complete terror. All four of the Guild Elves, including Flare, were huddled behind him, faces white with horror. Except for Miriam the Elves wouldn't even look in the direction of the approaching spider.

Miriam, however, was wide and wild eyed, straining at her bonds to rush forward. Only the catatonic grip of one of her Guild Elves upon the rope tying her neck to her backwards bound arms prevented her dashing ahead.

Roger looked forward again, realizing that this time he was truly on his own! He had never seen Flare so paralyzed with fear!

Then the absolutely black shadow climbing down from the piled up rocks against the cave wall on his right began to block the light streaming in from the cave opening on the outside. As if the Sun outside was being eclipsed by the huge mass, a great curved shadow passed across the light streaming in down the cave passage.

Hefting his now feeble looking sword, Roger briefly glanced back at Flare. She was crouching down, her sword almost touching the floor, her eyes and face pointing down, completely intimidated. She was literally shivering in fear.

Like a cornered deer...

"Don't worry, baby!" Roger said back to her, trying to sound a note of confidence. It was extremely difficult since he felt none at that moment. "I'll take care of this!"

He almost desperately tried to recall what his Biology teacher in High School had told him about how cowardly invertebrates like Spiders were. How if you could convince it that you were in anyway a dangerous organism it would always run away.

"In Evolution it is the cowards that survive long enough to make the next generation," he would say, "the heroes just leave tall tales and no offspring..."

For a brief moment he really wished he were back in that High School Biology lab, cutting apart grasshoppers...

No! he corrected himself. This time there are girls...women...er...Elves who need you! Now! Time to pay them back for putting up with you and Loki's Cock!

He boldly stepped forward, directly for the...HUGE shadow increasingly before him. All he could think of, however, was another point his teacher emphasized. That the major defining factor for potential danger to a spider was the size of the creature in his net...

That damn shadow had to be twenty feet tall!

Ok, exaggeration! Only around twelve to fifteen feet tall!

Still, at six foot, he was not going to intimidate with size...at least not the spider!

What else did that teacher say about arachnids?!

Then Roger made out red dots on the black shape slowly growing larger and blocking more light. Had to be the eyes...yea! Spiders have...how many? Eight?

But it looked like five...six round reddish bulbs, in a long, flat arch.

Some spiders had some of their eyes pointing backwards...

Right at that moment that certainly sounded good to him! But the damn things had to be ten feet or more off the floor! No way he could blind the S.O.B.!

Then Roger froze when the fangs appeared. Hanging down and curving inwards, they looked like curved knives with their points coming together. Each was about as long as his own sword!

He looked at his Elven sword. It looked like one of Richard the Lionheart's cheese-knives!

Those fangs were so easily seen for they were wet and highly reflective in the dim light. Wet with...

Suddenly Roger didn't want to go down that route!

Then he remembered! Not only big things, but noisy or vibrating things represented danger to spiders! If a trapped insect made enough noise or vibrations, like it was something entirely too big to handle, or if it matched the vibrations of a predator...like the drone of a wasp, the spider would run away!

Fine. What was the predator for a Black Sex Spider? A White Vagina Wasp? And what kind of sound did it make?

"Fuck it!" Roger grumbled. The Spider was getting entirely too close, the Elves were whimpering entire too much to be of any help. "Do something!" Roger told himself. Even if it were wrong, it was better than waiting any longer to do something!

"Hey! Asshole! Make way for your God!" Roger spontaneously roared at the top of his lungs. With a satisfactory smile he heard his last word, 'God', echo twice off the walls.

The spider immediately jerked to a stop. Then, almost immediately, it jumped forward a good three feet.

Right towards him!

Well, you did 'something', Roger told himself, raising his sword as a last defense. Too bad it wasn't brilliant or anything!

He could smell the spider now, it was so close. In the darkness he estimated only around four or five feet separated them. Its 'breath' smelled of vinegar and...shudder...rotten carcasses!

For a long moment those six red glowing, beady eyes fixed upon his two, non-glowing orbs. Then those fangs scraped together like a scissors' blade.

"This is it!" Roger told himself. "Too bad I'm not really immortal like Loki!"

Then Flare gasped out, her throat hoarse from dry, constricted terror, "Loki didn't fight the spiders...He was a lover..."

Roger looked at his sword, confirming the futility of using it against such a beast. Nodding, he dropped it to the stony ground.

The clang made the spider jump again.

Then 'lover' rang in Roger's head! Of course! He had forgotten in all his thinking about being the great Hero!

He looked down and saw his Loki Cock hanging uselessly between his legs. Naturally. How could you maintain an erection with a fifteen foot high spider advancing on you?

But an 'erection' was exactly what was needed!

Roger thrust his hips out and, picking up his limp Loki prick in one hand, shoved it out at the spider. In the dark Roger blushed vividly in humiliation at what he was doing. Sticking your limp prick out at a monstrous spider in a dark cave! What was he supposed to do next, jackoff on the spider?

Perv!

Then the most remarkable thing happened. Something that proved to Roger that there was something...metaphysical to do with that cock of his and those Elves.

His prick began to erect! In the most unsexy of situations, with his mind full of the most unpleasant thoughts about a creature about as far from a Guild Elf as Roger could imagine, Roger's/Loki's Cock was standing out longer and harder than he could remember!

And the glow was back, big time. He was sure it wasn't his imagination that his cock began glowing like a lantern. Had to be five or more times as bright as 'normal'!

Suddenly the shell of the spider, the 'carapace' Roger proudly recalled from his High School Biology days, shone in the bluish light. The walls of the entire cavern could, abruptly, be made out in the new radiance of his meat.

And the spider? Frozen in its tracks, no more than five feet before him. In the reflected light it truly was enormous. Had to be fifteen feet tall with a body alone twenty or more feet long. Its legs easily doubled its width.

Now, frozen, red eyes apparently locked on his out-thrust, furiously erect and very obviously glowing Loki Cock.

Roger slowly stooped to pick up his sword. It was time to see just how much 'influence' 'Loki' had with this beast. He took a step forward, brandishing both his 'weapons'.

The spider immediately jumped back a yard!

Excellent! Roger slowly but steadily obliquely moved to impose himself between the spider and the Elves.

The Spider's eyes never seemed to leave his jutting Organ.

Roger then signaled Flare to move behind him and down to the outside cave entrance. With only a brief tussle with Miriam, the Elves quickly complied.

Only once, when Miriam tried a spastic escape to get to the spider, did the spider even look at the Elves. When it happened Roger just stepped on stride to his left, imposing himself again into the spider's vision, and the beast seemed, again, to be transfixed.

Roger waved his sword around as if it were the reason the spider was hypnotized. He actually knew better, but the myth helped his bruised male ego. To think that his cock (and not actually his own original organ at that!) was to credit for stopping an Elf terrorizing beast and not his manly sword!

What would the governor of California think?

With the Elves safely outside, Roger decided to see just how far he could get. Fixing his vision on the spider's red eyes, he took one, decidedly over-dramatic, stride towards the fixed beast.

At once the spider jerked, then dipped its 'head', almost to the floor! It acted as if it were bowing before him!

"Stay and sin no more!" Roger barked, waving his sword at the spider. He wished he could have thought of something more...profound to leave with the spider, but he was just so happy to be getting away with this!

Immediately, with his words, the spider's head did dip to the floor! And it stayed there!

As if it understood, in some way, what Roger was trying to bestow!

As Roger slowly backed away, the spider stayed, fangs motionless and respectfully touching the rock floor. Roger didn't see, or hear, a thing from the beast all the way to the mountainside entrance.

Then he had other things to think about for at that entrance there was a group of very relieved...and grateful...Guild Elves awaiting him!

"Behold, my Loki-Kai!" proclaimed Desiree, pointing at the two near twins standing on each side of the door.

Instinctively dropping into a defensive posture, Gem had to agree with Desiree's expression of pride. They were...impressive! Tall, had to be over seven foot, twice as broad as she was, their fur couldn't conceal very masculine bulges of muscle. And their cocks! They glowed, alright. They also pulled on her...

Pulled on her feminine psyche like Roger's, and Desiree's, Organs did!

But their faces had muzzles, and eyes too closely set together...

Too primitive...

They didn't speak, just grinned at her as they took in her inhumanly lush, most naked feminine charms openly presented to them.

"I admit they are not much for conversation!" Desiree spoke like a proud parent. "There is much primitive primate, ape, genetics in them still! But, as you can see from their musculature, and other...assets, they were created for action, not words!"

Gem nodded ruefully when she caught herself staring at their bobbing, most attention getting pricks jutting out at her. They were already starting to drool long, disgustingly exciting worms of precum out their tips as their owners leered at her blatantly displayed Guild charms.

"And they have some, limited, language skills!" Desiree added, turning to the smirking beasts and pointing at Gem. "Guild Elf!" she slowly and carefully said.

Their all too masculine lecherous grins abruptly dropped to glaring, not at all friendly frowns. Then, in unison, they growled...

Gem jumped at the extreme metamorphosis in their facial features. Suddenly, she realized to herself, having them demeaningly leer at her in total disregard for her gender and physique wasn't necessarily the worse expressions they could present to her!

Still pointing at her, Desiree commanded, "Break the Guild Elf!"

Gem did a double take at Desiree's command. Then she simply had no more time.

With a loud, animalistic snort each beast advanced, their frowns slowly widening into grins when the Elf started retreating.

With her second step back from the advancing ape-like Loki-Kai Gem knew that her options were becoming very limited very quickly. Sure, her first reflex when facing not one but two hulking, towering, totally alien (to her) beasts was to retreat. But there wasn't much room left for her to retreat!

So, when you can't move back...

The two Loki-Kai were beginning to smirk again, almost leer, watching their deliciously naked, apparently soon to be fuck puppy match each of their steps with one of her own...backwards. Then, abruptly, she wasn't moving backwards anymore!

Without a sound, and hopefully without any warning, Gem dug her mocossin-like boots (her only item of clothing) into the wrestling mat and tore forward, just as fast as her superhuman Elven reflexes permitted. She knew her speed and reflexes were her only hope...

The Loki-Kai, exactly opposite to each other, hardly reacted to her sudden charge before she was just before and exactly between them. Then, with her all powerful opponents still trying to track her approach with their beady, crossed eyes, she leaped mightily, as if she were going to leap upon a city wall. Like a rocket she tore up, aiming at the right hand Loki-Kai's muzzle.

As she approached him her right leg extended and her right foot impacted, most forcefully, against that Loki-Kai's flat nose.

Whap!

Bending her leg, she pushed off that nose and tore across the space between the two beasts, extending her left leg this time.

Whap!

Her dainty looking left foot smashed into the left hand beast's nose! No sooner done than her left leg bent, then extended, and she was somersaulting between the two Loki-Kai, who were just beginning to clutch their throbbing snouts, on her way to a two point, Olympic quality dismount halfway between the Loki-Kai's backs and Desiree's most startled face!

Gem couldn't help but smile smugly after her landing.

Desiree ground her demonically perfect teeth in consummate frustration. Damn Guild Elves were fast!

Gem turned and set herself as her two opponents, with admirable speed for beasts of their size, turned inward to face her. As they did their jutting cockheads nearly touched.

Gem saw her opening. With a shriek she was moving, dropping on her well padded butt and sliding, feet first, under where the Loki-Kai's cockheads where almost touching. She raised her legs, bent her knees, and timed carefully.

Then, there! Extending both legs in a spring loaded kick, each foot smacked, with a most satisfying, and no doubt painful, 'whap' to the underside of each creature's glans. Their cocks flew up, bouncing off their rock hard sternums, then flew down. When the cocks finally stopped dropping, with their shafts just below horizontal, momentum forced a torrent of wormy precum to greasily slide out their piss slits...

And Gem's face just happened to be under them at that time! She hadn't slid fast enough to clear those dropping cockheads!

A good pint, each, of stringy, tacky spooge coated Gem's startled face, instantly making her noble facial features resemble a Freshman Co-Ed's face right after being hit by a testicle cream pie.

As soon as she stopped sliding, the Elf started rising, but, with her first inhalation through her spooge coated nose, she was staggered.

The smell! she screamed at herself.

Like Roger's cum...

Well, not quite, but close enough to ignite the hottest, horniest reaction in her since Roger's spooging of her in the Brisingamen Temple! Seemingly instantly she lit up, her nipples stiffening, her belly melting, her nervous system suddenly and instantly occupied with nervous reactions other than kicking Loki-Kai butt! As she staggered to her feet from the wrestling mat, she felt pussy lubricant running down the inside of her thighs.

For a horrible, endless moment she could only shudder and stare...

At the still jutting and swollen, not to mention glowing, cocks of the Loki-Kai as they, too, slowly recovered from her use of their cockheads as soccer balls!

Unconsciously her long tongue swept out and scooped a couple of tablespoons of slowly running spunk into her drooling mouth. The stuff almost reminded her of Roger's as she eagerly but also unconsciously gulped it down.

She felt like her female guts were melting and running out of her, flowing in rivulets down her now quivering thighs.

The Loki-Kai, by now quite practically educated in her combative talents and no longer willing to charge head on into her, now confirmed, formidable defenses, stared at the quivering, sweating Elf. They had no idea of what just smelling their cum could do to a Guild Elf.

But Desiree did! "That's it!" she cried out, recognizing the crisis in the Guild Elf's quivering thighs and wildly flexing buttocks. "You got her! Excellent! You have proven that they can be addicted to your wadd! Go! Grab her and break her! Now, before she can recover!"

Dumbly obeying their Mistress' orders, the two beasts approached the quivering Elf, but much more slowly and carefully than before. They watched her every quiver and whimper, no longer believing that this Guild Elf was the defenseless little female rape-toy that they had originally thought.

Gem screamed at herself to move, to fight as the beasts closed, but she was horribly intoxicated by just the small amount of cum she had smelled and ingested. The most wicked sensations coursed through her, sensations that demanded she obtain, by any means, more of the wickedly delicious stuff!

Only slowly could her frantic mind regain control of her body. Long, precious minutes would be required before she could regain effective ability to resist these dangerous males.

But would she get control back in time?

The beast on her left reached out and flicked her pebbly left nipple with a course, huge finger.

Gem gasped raggedly before reflexively slapping his hand away! Then she stepped back.

It was all she could do at that moment...

But she could do that, at least!

She faced the other beast as he reached out for her, but his open hand passed her. Then the hand came down on its edge some five feet past her.

She heard the other move closer. Facing him, he saw him do the same thing, except plant his hand five feet behind her.

They were boxing her in! her well trained and brilliant strategic mind screamed at her in near panic.

She had to do something...anything!

And NOW!

She tore at the first hand, kicking the extended index finger with one foot, then whapping into the palm with her other. The beast gasped from the pain, moved the hand back a little, but didn't remove it.

She saw them close in on her, one on each side!

She tried kicking the other's hand, but managed only to get his finger before he hastily moved the hand away. But the hand was back on the floor, just a couple more feet back.

And the Beasts moved in closer still!

Furthermore, the other hand, the first she had attacked, had moved even closer to her while she was kicking the second!

This was not good!

She felt the one behind her snort on the back of her neck, sending a most wicked, and femininely submissive, shiver through her. With a world class twist and leap, she stung him on his flared nose.

But when she landed she slipped on something slimy...she hoped it wasn't some cum! She went down on her plump butt.

Instantly their hands were on her, holding her down, controlling her wildly kicking legs.

"No!" she screamed in a panic, feeling their awesome strength easily master her flailing arms and legs. "No! Damn you!"

She heard Desiree laughing...

And Desiree was laughing, but at least partially in relief. She had been quite worried that her vaunted Loki-Kai would not be able to subdue even one Guild Elf, better yet three hundred! She was feeling much better seeing her creations hauling the futilely struggling Lady Gem into the air.

They lifted her like she weighed nothing, holding her between them. The one she faced actually released her legs, hooking them on his forearms and then filling his hands with her full asscheeks.

She managed to kick him, just as hard as she could, in his upper arm with her left leg and follow that with an even harder shot with her right to his left pectorals.

He winced with the first strike, and all too softly grunted with her second.

Then the beast behind her, who had been holding both her arms up over her head, released said arms and grabbed her thighs from behind. First holding her legs still, he then raised them, with omnipotent strength, until they were sticking nearly straight up.

She immediate struck back, over her head, behind her. She hit something solid, hit it hard. But she didn't get even a grunt out of him, and the blow really stung her fist.

So she struck forward, slapping the ape-like cheek of the Loki-Kai before her.

The bastard just grinned at her!

Then she felt...something press right between her parted thighs and snugly against her, unwillingly, soaking wet pussy!

It was solid, smooth, oh so very hot and...Loki help her!...sexy!

The beast chuckled down on her as the Elf quivered uncontrollably in his arms.

"No!" she said, too softly and without much conviction, up to him.

Then she felt a firm but spongy fist-like bulge press between her spread buttocks and perfectly up against her exposed anus! It, too, was slime covered...hot...firm...male!

"NO!" she screeched up at the beast holding her, this time in a near panicky howl.

Desiree laughed.

The beast before her thrust his hips up and that solid, wide, slab-sided pole between her thighs slid upwards, right over her stiff little clit.

"Noooo!" Gem went tetanic as the most wicked flashes of brutal bliss surged through her from her tortured sex button. It seemed every muscle in her body locked as submissive feminine pleasure threatened to seize her.

When the beast finished grinding his overwhelming prick over her defenseless clit, Gem collapsed into a limp lump of feminine flesh, unable to do anything but verbally complain as her masters hauled her lush body around to suit their evil and degrading purposes.

She felt the cockhead at her anus press in, relentlessly and unstoppably spreading her sphincter, as the beast before her deftly lowered his massive organ and then pressed his own fist sized glans perfectly between her now floppy and girl juice dripping labia and into her spasming pussy opening.

She could give no resistance to him as his wickedly wide cockhead slid into her sloppy feminine pore, spreading her at will. With an audible 'pop!', the wickedly wide crown breached her womanhood and disappeared inside her.

All Gem could do was give out with a crisp, loud cry to acknowledge her defeat.

"AAAHHH!" went the callous beast holding her up for his use as her belly willingly cooked his swallowed glans in her copious juices.

"Hold...the Elf Bitch...still!" the ape behind her said, snorting hot wetness on the back of her neck. Immediately the cockhead swallowed Loki-Kai before her sank his overwhelmingly strong fingers into Gem's full, round buns. Then he pulled her down with his butt grip.

A syrupy pop, a brief, but ear ringing screech from the overwhelmed, anally breached Guild Elf, and the beast behind Lady Gem growled into her ear.

The growl was as far an expression of "love" as the Loki-Kai gave to their 'ladies'.

Lady Gem should have been proud at getting such an exclamation out of him.

But Gem was too busy losing her mind to notice. She squirmed and shuddered now between the two beasts, thrashing and jerking, head flying side to side, eyes wide and unfocused, hands filled with ape-like body hair and toes maximally clenched. At that moment she could only manage faint, weak whimpers as her dominators hauled her around their Guild Elf girl gut buried cockheads.

She couldn't believe how...full she felt with just their cockheads inside her! Roger was one thing, but these two were twice that!

She wouldn't be able to stand it if they drove all of their meat into her!

"Quit playing around!" Desiree suddenly barked at the two Loki-Kai. Give it to her! I have to see how these Guild sluts act with two feet...no, two, over two foot long cocks up their precious holes! I want you to break her! Fuck her stupid! Fuck that arrogant Guild Elf superiority once and for all out of her like you did those Drow!"

Gem watched the Loki-Kai before her suddenly grin with his Mistress' last words. Then he looked down at her.

Gem gnawed on her lower lip and abruptly shook her head frantically.

Then the beast's fingers once again dug into her plump, hard buttcheeks.

She was still shaking her head when he pulled down.

And the Guild Elf most cooperatively swallowed up not only his two feet of arm thick demon prick, but also inevitably gave up her consummately tight bowels for his buddy's use!

The windows rattled as Gem screamed out her defeat, sliding smoothly, quickly, and, most importantly for the Guild Elf's hugely swelling belly, fully down around two pairs of two foot long, glowing, Elf breaking, cock!

Desiree just laughed.