Roger exited the spider cavern with quite improper haste. At once, upon stepping into the sun drenched mountainside, he moved over and leaned against the rock face just to the right of the opening. There he stood, fixed, a long moment, eyes locked off to his left, sword rigidly held up at the ready while he panted madly, waiting for the first appearance of tubular, jointed, black legs.
His gasps and muscular tetany were not from exertion, but from:
Terror!
"Don't ever let me do that again!" he gasped to himself repeatedly between shuddering, quick inhalations. It had been only after his confrontation with the spider, and his retreat out the cave, that his mind had permitted itself to express all of the primitive and dark subconscious fears of such creatures to his consciousness. Never had he been so frightened AFTER the fact...
Maybe that was what being 'heroic' meant? Getting scared to death AFTER the event, not before?
He was still panting, lost in heavy, and quite meaningless, philosophical thought on the practical definition of 'Heroics', when Flare came walking up the mountainside towards him, his disguise in her hand. "I thought you might want to wear this around all those 'devout' Elves!" she said, staring not without a little 'holy', and quite lustful, hunger herself at his dangling sex-snake.
Nodding, Roger quickly pulled it on, though without raising his hood. "Can we make it down the mountain before dark?" he asked.
Flare nodded. "Most likely. I can see what looks to be a Guild Elf camp near the foot of this mountain, just off a path that goes up nearly to the top. My bet that is the path Lady Gem took earlier to get the Brisingamen. There are Guild Elf Mounts grazing at the camp, so we can ride to the Battlefield. We should be able to get to the camp by dark."
"Fine," Roger, dressed, replied. "I'd sooner ride than walk. How far do you think the Army is?"
"The pass where we had always planned on meeting a Dark Lord invasion from the Impassible Mountains is about one day's ride from here. If we can get to those horses by nightfall, we could be at the site by the second sunrise afterward."
Roger nodded, stepping up to Flare. "We had better get going, then! But, look..." he hesitated, looking down at the luscious Elf's face. "I...I just wanted to let you, and the other Elves, know how much I appreciated the...bravery you showed in that cave. I realize just how Elves feel about...you know..."
Flare's smile broadened and she rose on her tip toes, bring her strawberry lips to his.
Roger's eyes flew open as his heart-rate again jumped into chest thumping speed as she seized his lips into her own hot, aggressive lip-lock. She was kissing him for real! This was no peck on the lips but a mind enslaving and soul seizing, breath mixing and 'foot long, cinnamon flavored tongue down the throat' Elven kiss that mimicked one of her lesbionic lip wrestle contests. Effortlessly she sucked his very soul out of him.
Roger was just standing there, swaying slowly with a blissful, enslaved little smile on his flushed, sweaty face once she finished 'thanking' him.
Afterwards she remained looking up at him, sincere appreciation on her beaming face and crystal sharp words from her beautiful mouth, "It was you, M'Lord, that saved us! I had faith that you could get us through that cave! And I promise you that you will be thanked...more properly...by all of us tonight!" Then she turned and, with a flip of that perfect ass of hers, led him down the mountainside to where the others were waiting.
Eyes fixed on that flipping, rotating, perfectly meaty tail, Roger couldn't help but smile...lecherously! Being a 'hero' wasn't such a bad occupation after all! No wonder the Greeks had so many!
Gem was in trouble...
And she well knew...she no longer could deny to herself that she was in trouble as she squirmed in outrageous, evil pleasure between two towering 'apes'...
It was just becoming all too difficult for her to think of a way out of her trouble...
...to think at all...
Or even to generate the desire to get out of this trouble...
The former 'Lady' Gem was in crisis...huge driving cock crisis...
Never in her 3000 year remembrance had she been so...violated by any male (or she-male) of any kind of beast...
Not even Lord Loki had been able to absolutely stuff, with or without her permission, BOTH of her feminine tubes at the same time!
Not even Sir Roger had been able to churn her girl guts into convulsive spaghetti like these two...'beasts'...were doing...and apparently without needing to break a sweat doing so!
While neither Male God had ever been forced to steal her feminine services, she felt completely confident that neither Loki nor Roger could ever have managed to force her...FORCE her completely against her wishes and will...to cum for and under them. Yet driving her without respite to such a mind crushing orgasm was exactly what these two crude primates were...about...to...do...
For the first time in her existence, she feared she was going to be forced, quite against her willpower, orders from her Queen, and deepest personal resolve, to blow the top of her head off in a titanic, most undesired orgasm...by a MALE!
Oh, the shame!
"AAAAH!" she wailed in sudden desperation as her mental resistance became swamped and her body became ever more intoxicated in the wickedly surging, awesomely electrifying orgasmic pleasure that was rhythmically pulsing up from her stuffed femininity. Panic seized her when she finally realized she was helpless in the utterly penetrating grasp of Desiree's genetically engineered sex-monsters.
"NO! Please!...PLEASE!" she began repeating between deep, violent gasps forced from her from mercilessly driving Loki-Kai cocks crushing any of her internal feminine organs they found in their way. As she continued her mantra of futile pleading for sexual mercy, the Guild Elf's magnificently toned body began smoothly, liquidly undulating between and in counter-time to the forceful, repeating drives of her new masters.
Unconsciously working WITH the beasts!
Her now grinning, freely and fearlessly prick driving, omnipotently powerful MALE masters...
With Gem's last desperate, despairing howl, the now broadly grinning Desiree left her throne-like chair next to the entrance of the room and stepped up to the furiously rutting Loki-Kai and their now wretched, helplessly thrashing victim. With a smug smirk she reached out and cupped Gem's jiggling, bouncing left boob. First running a finger around the pebbly hard nipple at the tit's apex, she finally pinched it cruelly.
"YEEEE!" Gem screamed, the additional almost painful stimulation jarring the Elf's mental defenses, as well as attracting her vision towards Desiree's gleaming eyes.
Maintaining her smile, Desiree bent down, bringing her inhumanly beautiful face closer to Gem's straining, sweating, equally gorgeous visage. Lips almost touching the panting, glistening red lips of the Elf, Desiree husked into Gem's pleasure flushed face, "Give up, Guild Elf! You cannot resist any longer those long, wide, deeply driving organs of My Power! Submit to Me and I will give you the satisfaction you were created for! The satisfaction of the Elves, serving under their God...ME!"
"N...N...N...No!" Gem managed, barely, to gasp out through a lust constricted throat! "I will...gulp!...NEVER submit...gag!...to...you..."
Then the Loki-Kai before her, pumping fluidly in and out of the widely stretched, dripping wet pussy, sent his inhumanly sized masculine cudgel inches deeper in one soul robbing stroke. Gem's already swollen belly formed a sudden knot just below her inverted navel.
The Elf's head flew back as her lungs were compressed, forcing out an especially loud cry, "OOOHHHH! Loki...damn...you! Grunt!" Gem abruptly gasped, brilliant white teeth clenched. "Don't...DO...that! Grunt! Grunt! Grunt!"
Both rutting apes grinned triumphantly and redoubled the strength and depth of their rhythmic, female piercing strokes.
Gem responded to the Loki-Kai's strokes' added power and depth by breathlessly cursing first her now obviously victorious opponents, then, as well, her Loki instilled, all too Elfish weakness for inhumanly driving, monstrously endowed Divine (or Demonic) prick. "Loki damn you! Don't DO THIS to me! Oh, please! PLEASE! Stop! I...I...must not...I...I can't...NO!" Gem finally was forced to admit to herself, with each over foot long dual plunge into her womanly passages, that she was losing...that she had been, from the beginning, doomed to lose this sex-competition...
Elves just are too much the size-queens!
Desiree grabbed Gem's chin, pulling the Elf's face towards her own. "Keep doing just what you are doing!" she said to her Loki-Kai without losing either her smirk or eye contact with the desperate Elf. "Use her just as deeply as you can."
Then she slowly brought her mouth towards Gem's. Just before they met, Desiree whispered, "You are mine, Elf...Mine forever!" Then, before Gem could even grunt a reply, Desiree crushed Gem in a lesbionic soul kiss of transcendental magnitude.
Gem tried to squirm out of the kiss. With all her remaining strength she tried.
But Desiree had an iron hard grip on her chin while her Loki-Kai had an unbreakable grip on the Guild Elf's lush body, holding her immobile in the perfect position to permit their unimpeded use of her...
In short order Desiree's demonic tongue fearlessly pried apart Gem's weakening jaws and slithered with awesome, thrilling power right down the gaging throat of the Guild Elf.
Gem's formerly wide open eyes slowly, steadily closed into slits as her throat bulged from the irresistibly strong, sensuously smooth and talented, and deliciously cinnamon flavored tongue of her enemy. Before she knew it the Guild Elf was sucking hungrily on at least a foot of throat enclosed tongue while her dual punctured hips, quite unconsciously, began to smoothly ride the two inhuman, but most effective, female enslaving cocks surging in and out of her.
Soon she was just a part of a well oiled and governed machine, moving in unison to the two ape-like males driving into her.
She was now just a part of a fucking machine.
For long, gagging moments the two metaphysical females stayed orally locked, sharing, willingly or not, the most intimate moments available to womanhood.
Steadily, easily, Desiree's throat fucking tongue stripped away all that remained of Gem's self-will. Relentlessly she stripped away all of Gem's mental defenses, self-oriented desires, self-resolve until the Guild Elf could only feel, want, need the most simplistic cravings of the thoroughly broken female Elf: To be a Bottom to some divinely powerful Top.
Desiree's tongue made Gem into a fucking bitch...Desiree's Bitch.
Desiree broke the kiss some centuries later, taking a good week to extract her tongue from Gem's clasping, sucking throat. Then she carefully studied the former Guild Elf's eyes as they slowly opened with a glazed demeanor.
Nodding in some deep understanding of what she saw in those foggy eyes, Desiree proclaimed triumphantly to her still furiously fucking Loki-Kai, "You have her! She is broken! Now! Force her over the edge into orgasm! Brain fuck her good! Then I give you permission to relieve yourselves into her, all you desire! I want you to show this Guild Elf her new duties here, once you have done the same thing to her Army! Make her squeal her praise for your cocks!"
"Cum, Guild Elf slut!" grunted just about the only words the ape-like, god-hung Loki-Kai standing before her knew. "Show me you love me!" He snorted into her sweaty, strained, glassy eyed face.
The equally endowed beast behind her, his monstrous cock being sucked off by her rising and falling bowels, added a wet snort of his own.
Gem could only shake her head, more out of habit than actual conscious, voluntary resistance, as she was furiously bounced between the two towering animals, her cock engorged, wildly stretched feminine tubes forced to lovingly suck-off their dominating, piercing man-organs. She simply could not stop those Elf-mind shattering and belly distending male bludgeons that most accurately and effectively mimicked the ability of, as well as the awesome length and thickness of, Dark Lord Penile weapons.
As her mental resistance...hell...her entire mind, became smothered under and melted down from the deliciously doubly potent, dual penetration pleasure of her all powerful conquerors, the Guild Elf could only mindlessly babble out one thoughtless speech of futile resistance after another, "OOOH!...Loki...damn you!...You'll pay...Damn...you...Loki...will..."
"He cannot help you!" the Loki-Kai behind her barked in triumph, momentarily adding his own merciless and balls deep thrusts between horse massaged Guild Elf buttocks to Gem's already well established, Loki-Kai arm driven, rising and falling. His cock, for once, became completely swallowed up in Gem's bowels, and her belly swelled to near watermelon size as her vainly resistant girl-guts were callously pushed out of the way of plunging, all-triumphant Loki-Kai meat.
Then, abruptly, Gem's eyes lit up, for a second mimicking flashlights. Immediately thereafter, however, they rolled up into her skull. The following howl of unwanted, overwhelming, forced and unholy prick pierced bliss seemed to rattle the walls of Desiree's 'exercise' hall as Gem thrashed and squirmed in mindless orgasmic convulsions, her cock stuffed tubes hungrily, demandingly sucking on Loki-Kai cock...
For her reward...
Desiree, with Gem's first open mouthed roar of orgasmic defeat, reached under the thrashing Guild Elf and cupped each of her Loki-Kai's scrotal sacs. The softball sized nuts of each beast felt boiling hot as the Dark Lord Agent sank her long, hard fingernails into them.
Thusly she commanded her Loki-Kai to give the Guild Elf what she had cuming...what she was so loudly begging for!
Admirably, the Dark Lord Agent didn't have to squeeze twice. Almost at once both ape-like beasts roared, shaking the room even more than Gem's howl of defeat, and proceeded to spew like fire-hoses directly up the Elf's tubes.
For her part, Gem hung, or sat, upon the two spewing cocks, only occasional jerks betraying the massive spurts of manchowder rhythmically, and powerfully, flooding her womanly tubes and organs. She hung there, eyes rolled up, jaw dropped, long Elven tongue hanging a good foot out her mouth and down her chin.
Desiree nodded in approval. Now Gem was certainly fucked!
As so would be her Queen!
With a start Hermione looked back over her right shoulder when the howl, the first one at least, surged over the grassland. She was squatting under her first towering Guild horse of the evening, and the abrupt, enthusiastically irate scream had disrupted her first evening "feeding".
The horse whinnied in typical masculine, mid-"orgasm interruptus" irritation as the youthfully enthusiastic and voluptuous female abruptly dropped what she had been doing, vigorously jacking out the remainder of his copious bi-daily donation of testicular eggwhite from of his furiously swollen and steel bar erect, nearly three foot long stallion-organ, and, without a second thought towards that still spewing and jumping horseprick, callously jumped up to face the source of the sudden noise.
Nonetheless, in-spite of the premature cessation of her most successful two handed jackoff, the topless teenaged Schoolgirl Mage had sheets of coiled, lumpy, colloidal babystuff hanging in most disgustingly tacky, foot long worms from her plugged nostrils, sharply demarcated jaw line, and brightly enflamed, half inch long, painfully erect teenaged nipples. Staring wide eyed into the dusky early evening shadow cast by the nearby Impassible Mountains, she simultaneously worried about what approaching..."thing" could have made that uncivilized wail while her tongue, her totally unElf-like Human tongue, futilely tried to lap up the swaying strands of equine testiclepudding hanging from her ruby-red, and cum yellow-white, lips.
Then, with a jump, she heard another howl. This one sounded more a wail of grief, of consummate frustration, of oh so great and grievous loss...
And it almost sounded like an Elf...
Then she saw them, walking out of the shadows into the slight light of the little fire she lit near the log where she...almost...got fucked by that Moira...
Almost!
Dammit!
Elves! She recognized the first two...
Then more entered the light. An Elf, frantic and tied up, a leash to arms bound behind her held by a third Elf. Then a fourth Elf...
Flare! Hermione finally, to her great relief, recognized someone...Flare!
Then another figure. A taller figure in a hooded robe...
That human, Roger! Lady Gem's troop was back!
But where were the others?
Flare suddenly burst ahead of the others, making right for the Mage. She stepped up with a big, bright eyed smile and gripped Hermione by her shoulders.
Then, without hesitation or a word, she clamped a big, totally non-platonic kiss upon the initially startled young Human!
Hermione tried pushing the aggressive lesbian Elf away from her, but her hands sank into the Guild Elf's jutting, uncovered tits instead. Her bigger-than-she-remembered-them-last, way more than a teenaged girl's handful, still perfectly conical, tits!
Her fingers sinking into the firm but yielding Elven babyfeeders, Hermione heard a soft, hungry moan...
Only, a second later, she realized it had come from herself!
But then Flair's tongue, all eighteen hot, slippery, cinnamon laced inches of it, slid right down the Mage's paralyzed throat...
And Hermione instantly knew that everything was alright...
Especially when Flair raised up the back of her short, dirty, dark blue schoolgirl skirt and gripped those perfectly round and muscular teen tail buns of hers in overwhelmingly powerful Guild Elf claws!
A moment of heartbeat raising, belly melting deep throat Frenching later and Flair smoothly extracted her lingus from teen Mage gullet. Immediately the Elf began cleaning Hermione's spunky face...with Elf tongue!
Swallowing her first cheek and chin cleaning scoop of horsespooge, Flare, still smiling broadly, looked into Hermione's glazed eyes. "Mmmm! Good steedcream! Must be my Mount's...none better in Lokin!"
With a start, Hermione felt a bolt of icy doom shoot up her limber spine. "Y...y...yours?" she gasped. "B...but...are...you...sure?..."
The still smiling Elf scooped up another half cup sized glob of horse spunk from Hermione's other jaw and cheek, then took a good long time in swishing it around in her mouth before noisily swallowing it. The smile she gave then had a definite tint of...evil in it. "Uh huh!" she replied, nodding. "Don't you know about the special...relationship a Guild Elf has with her Mount?"
Closing her eyes in building horror, Hermione could only nod in utter dread.
"I could smell my Mount's cream a half mile up the mountain. Now, I should be grateful that you tried to take such good care of my Mount in my absence...even though you couldn't possibly be as...rewarding to him as I could!...But you didn't ask MY permission to service him, did you?"
The Mage's eyes popped open.
Flair's right hand left the Mage's firmly plump left asscheek and slid smoothly under her skirt around her left hip. "You really should learn some manners around Guild Elves and their Mounts!" Flair's smiled broadened as her hand slipped right between the Schoolgirl Mage's thighs...
"But...but..." was all Hermione could stammer as those cool, strong, fingernail armed digits slipped up between her quivering thighs and tightly up against her again...usually...always wet and floppy labia...
Then the Mage's eyes blew open into white saucers and her mouth dropped open into a, initially silent, scream as Flair's expert fingers found their target.
Roger, standing by the log with the other Elves and, like them, staring at Flare and what appeared to be the Mage Hermione, jumped when the girl screeched out in a voice that could shatter crystal.
The three Elves standing with him just smirked.
Roger jumped forward as Hermione continued to scream.
"I wouldn't interfere," came from behind him. "You shouldn't get in-between an Elf and her Bitch!"
Roger stopped and glanced back at the wryly smiling Elf. Nodding he looked back at the pair, Hermione now visibly jerking in Flare's embrace. Flare had...changed on the way down the mountain. He couldn't understand why, but she gradually took on more of the role of Gem, or Miriam, as they neared the campsite.
Not directly to him, no. When she spoke, or just interacted, with him, she was still the sweet, aggressive, hot sexpot of those long ago, and far away evenings on the trail, camping out near a clear running brook...
But to the others she was definitely taking command...
Just like she was doing now with Hermione...
Hermione's face resembled an anime character's, eyes, and mouth huge and oval as she hopped from one bare leg to the other in Flare's merciless grasp. Flare just smirked at that face, holding the Human Mage in place with a fierce grip on the girl's ass with one hand and an equally fierce, but much more subtle grip on stiff, little teen girl clit with the fingers of her other. Twisting that unhooded, half-inch stiff little sex button between her forefinger and thumb, she had the Mage in hopping, wailing, almost-but-not-quite-orgasmic pleasure.
"AH! AH! AH! SQUEAL! OH! NO! OH! PLEASE! I...didn't...mean...any...harm! OH! I'm dying! SQUEAL! OINK! SQUEAL! OINK! PLEASE! Mercy! SQUEAL!" went the overwhelmed Mage, at the top of her stacked lungs.
Flare was merciless. This little Mage should be taught some manners! Otherwise the, admittedly, sexy Human would be feasting on...her Lord's Divine Dick next! Anyway, Humans didn't use Guild Mounts for sustenance without permission of the riders!
Hermione was no longer in any position to do anything but plead for mercy, however. "OH! PLEASE! I'm...sorry! REALLY SORRY! SQUEAL! I'll...never...suck...horsecock...again! I PROMISE! OH! OH! OH! OH! OINK!"
Then, with a dramatic twist of her loins buried hand, Flare showed mercy...Guild mercy.
Hermione's ecstatic scream of divinely orgasmic pleasure made Roger's cock jerk into reflexive semi-erection, so filled was her cry of the notes and energy of virginal female, "first-experience-with-orgasm" bliss. The Mage thrust her hard nipple peaked tits up at her Elven conqueror, as she threw her head back in howling submission to Guild Elf Sapphic skill and power, her entire luscious, "dirty-old-man-fantasy" fulfilling, idyllic schoolgirl body quivering from head to toe with the awesome release of her built up sexual force.
"Yea! Break the Human Bitch!" came the panting, passionate whisper from behind Roger.
Roger glanced back, his prick rising uncontrollably from the mixture of Schoolgirl Mage-Human Schoolgirl Mage-sexual defeat and corruption before him, and the raw satisfaction with Flare's conquest beaming out from the Guild Elves behind him. On all three of the Elves, not counting the still mind fucked Miriam, he could see the triumphant expression of the Guild when facing non-Guild, especially Human, females...
With a hot, frightened, yet horribly erotic cold quiver up his spine, Roger wondered momentarily about what it would be like if these Guild Elves were ever to invade Earth? "Invaders from Lesbos!"
As he looked back an Elf, looking proudly right at him, added, no doubt for his benefit, "Right! Show the...HUMAN...who rules in Alfheim!"
Roger had to nod his head to that boast.
Flare expertly, thoroughly, expertly wrung out Hermione's will crushing orgasm. She drained the girl of any and all resistance in her to Guild domination before mercifully releasing Hermione's throbbing clit.
Immediately the Mage collapsed limply into the dominate Elf's arms. All the girl could do was look up at the actually shorter Elf with a blissfully tired, adoringly grateful smile.
Flare then turned to the other Elves, pawing Hermione's asscheeks. "Well, troops! We have some Mounts to service!" She looked down at the limp Human in her arms. "They obviously need to be serviced properly! Then we can get a good night's...sleep!"
Roger just gawked as the Elves, including an agitated Miriam, rushed passed him on the way to the little herd of very male and very ready stallions!
He saw Flare lower Hermione onto the ground, bending over to kiss the girl and, slipping her right hand again between the schoolgirl's willingly and rapidly spreading thighs, getting a quick grope of youthful slit. Then she, too, was rushing into the field...
To feed...
As the famished Elves approached their mounts Roger couldn't help but notice that it wasn't just the horses' heads that were bobbing up and down in eager anticipation of Elf service!
Christina Ricci, Hollywood starlet and famed main bottom for the sole Guild Elf Princess of Alfheim, stormed through her front door and slammed it shut behind her. For a long moment she stood there, just inside her expansive, "Beverly Hillbillies" type home's front door, breathing deeply and forcefully, her effectively disguised by baggy clothes, voluptuous body quivering in fury.
Then, after that moment, she pulled the wide brimmed hat, normally pulled down to her eye lashes, off her head and tossed it, frisbee-like, into her living room.
It sailed clear to the far wall.
"Men!" she murmured murderously, pulling off her sunglasses to drop them on the nearby table-stand. Striding straight ahead, she yanked her loose, oversized pullover over her head and dropped it. The net bra couldn't come close to preventing her gently slopping, seriously more than a handful boobs from jiggling most becomingly as she stomped forward.
She had just come from the offices of the Producer of, hopefully, her next movie.
The pig!
In typical Hollywood fashion he had 'required' a 'gratuity' from her for offering her a contract!
She opened and dropped her ankle length skirt, skillfully stepping right out of it in mid-stride. Her tiny panties resembled a G-string as she continued her strides, the front of the underwear hardly covering her hairless cameltoe, the back completely swallowed up by her near Guild Elf quality buns.
For a moment, a very brief moment, she consoled herself with the consideration that he hadn't required her beforehand to strip naked in his office and spread herself open on his desk for a decidedly unattractive and downright disgusting fuck session...as was his usual habit with applying actresses!
No! Since she was an established star she just had to get on her knees, albeit fully clothed, and blow him!...
...To completion!...
...Swallow it even!
Holy Hartman...you Bastard!
And the look on his 'Private' Secretary's face as she handed her a tissue as the 'Actress' angrily stormed out of his office! As if that bitch, when she applied for her job, hadn't bent over that Bastard's desk bare assed!
Sure, she had a big strand of left over spooge running down her chin after the Bastard grabbed her by the ears and fucked himself off into her throat! He gave her no choice but to swallow most of his vile gunk! But she wasn't about to lick off the overflow!
There were some things she wouldn't do for a job!
Even though she 'got the part', the entire experience made her want to join the NRA so she could blow his nuts off next time he wanted her to 'audition'!
Excepting for the stomping of her feet on the shiny, hardwood floors of her entranceway and dining room, there was no other sound in the entire house. No one else was there that day, all the maids had been given the day off.
With pay, of course!
She nearly unhinged her sliding back door, so great was her hurry to get to the pool.
Behind her back kitchen entrance, in her patio, she eyed with relief and gathering comfort her Olympic sized pool located sublimely and safely under the giant extension of her patio roof. Now, finally, she no longer needed to worry about being spied on by disgusting camera toting male perverts!
Already she could feel her hypertension decreasing as she, dressed comfortably (finally) in her nearly nonexistent underwear, more slowly began stepping towards the calm, cool blue waters held within her brilliant white marble pool...
But her mind just couldn't give it up entirely...
Men...
...preoccupied with their pricks!
And where, in her, they wanted to shove them!
Damn she wanted to be back in Alfheim, with...under...Rita!
No big, belly distending prick with her loving!
But no, she much more calmly corrected herself, not until this Dark Lord problem had been solved!
Dark Lords could be a big problem! They hauled around a very big problem for females!
Then she heard a splash!
Was someone in her pool?!
Well, she was in no mood for pain-in-the-ass wimpy stalkers who couldn't keep themselves from falling into her pool in broad daylight while trying to steal a pair of her panties! Her firm, full strides started up again, taking her directly, and without hesitation, towards the marble lined pool.
Then, when she was about ten feet from the edge, a figure abruptly rose up from under the water!
Christina stopped in her tracks.
But it was a female! And a tall one, Christina quickly calculated, for she rose up over the lip of the pool until her breasts, her perfectly conical breasts with exactingly round and distinctly large, conically puffy and vividly maroon colored nipples, cleared the top of her patio floor.
Taller than me, she told herself.
Her hair was long and wavy, even soaking wet. Her face, eyes closed as water poured down, had a distinctly oriental appearance, her eyes almond shaped and wide spaced. Her skin, too, had the hue of almonds.
And her ears...
Where long...almost like a rabbit's.
And pointed at the top!
A decidedly and hotly erotic thrill shot up Ms Ricci's spine. She was an...Elf!
Here?
In Hollywood?!
There were allot of...things...in Hollywood. But certainly not Elves! This was no place for Elves!
The Elf opened her eyes and immediately fixed them upon the shocked starlet. She then smiled...beautifully. "Hello, sorry to startle you! You must be Christina!"
The voice was...beautiful. Melodic. Perfect.
Christina suddenly realized how hard her nipples had become!
The Elf looked right at her pear-shaped jugs, barely contained in her net-like bra and now possessing distinctly jutting, sensitively stiff nipples, and her smile broadened...knowingly. "You no doubt recognize me as an Elf. However you probably also recognize that I am not a Guild Elf. My name is Victoria. I am a Wood Elf."
Christina, after an embarrassing long near minute of staring, and panting, abruptly gasped. "Uh, yes! I...I...have...uh...well?" She grinned embarrassingly at the...beautiful creature wringing pool water out of her perfectly wavy hair. Could or should she admit knowing of Guild Elves?
Victoria's smile broadened after a moment. "I know of your...relationship shall we call it?...with Margarita, the daughter of Thora, Queen of the Guild Elves. There is no need for you to try to hide anything from me. I know you are the Princess' lover..."
Christina stared, wide and white eyed from not a little shock and even panic at Victoria's words. If it got out that she was a lesbian...
And in love with a nonhuman...no...inhuman female of another race. A race that was considered a figment of fantasy, or of Disneyland, here in Hollywood...
Not even the Church of Scientology would hire her to make movies...
"Um," she started, "Why...er...if I could ask...what brings you here...er..."
"I am on a mission," Victoria began, turning her back on Christina and walking through the hip deep water to the ladder at the back of the pool. "I need to ask you a favor...a favor most important to Margarita."
Christina couldn't help but gawk...no, leer...as the tall Wood Elf gracefully climbed the ladder, seemingly presenting her dripping wet, bulging and out-thrusting flexed buttocks to the Human as she slowly, gracefully climbed the ladder. How do these Elves get such fine asses!? This Wood Elf had a tail that any Hollywood actress would die...er, kill for!
Then the last sentence from the Wood Elf sank in: "Rita?! What about her!"
The Wood Elf turned and gave Christina a profile view of her inhuman...superhuman figure as she walked around the circumference of the pool. "Then you are having an...affair with the Guild Elf Princess?"
Christina paused a count, thinking about Victoria's words. "Affair?" she thought. "Hell, I'm as close to a 'sex slave' to her as a Hollywood Starlet can be!"
"I suppose you could call it that," Christina replied. Then the Starlet's eyes widened when she again went over the Wood Elf's body. What was that...thing...sticking out from her loins?
Victoria turned the corner and walked directly towards the abruptly transfixed young woman. Her calm, self-assured smile did not waver as she saw Christina gawking at her loins as she approached. "Good! Then you would want to help her, correct?"
"Of course," Christina replied, momentarily looking up at Victoria's still serenely smiling face. But her eyes almost immediately dropped back down to the Wood Elf's loins.
Victoria stopped some four feet before the staring human. "Good!" she replied, eyes twinkling as she watched the Human gawk. "She is in danger, you know that?"
Now Christina's eyes rose and fixed on the Elf's face. "Yes, I know! I'm not supposed to go back to see her until...certain plans have been disrupted..."
"Well, that is what I am here for! I want you to help me disrupt the evil plans of a certain Aesir..."
"Are you from Queen Thora? Carolyn...er...Ms Hobson?" Christina jumped.
Victoria's smile never wavered. "I...know of Carolyn!" she smoothly replied, recalling how easy a time she had in fucking Carolyn, the last time they had been together. "But no, I am not from them! I have been sent here by Moira..."
"Who?" Christina, caught again staring at Victoria's loins, jerked her eyes up.
"The Consort of Lord Chaos..."
Christine's eyes shot open, and she took a hasty step back. "Dark Lords!" she nearly squealed. Then she did squeal, "NO!"
Victoria's smile just widened. "I know just how you feel, Human! I used to be just like you! Then My Lady Moira...changed my mind!"
Then Christina's eyes were momentarily dragged down again to the suddenly jumping...thing jutting out of the Wood Elf's loins. It looked like a huge...phallus. But no testicles...
And it jutted out right where her labia came together at the front.
"You seemed to have noticed My Lady Moira's 'gift' to me?" Victoria smirked. "Elves find it...fulfilling. What do you think?"
Christina looked up. "I cannot...serve a Dark Lord! That would betray Rita! I won't do it!"
Victoria stepped forward. "But you haven't heard what it is you are being asked to do?"
Christina looked down. The...thing...seemed to be getting bigger! And so were the thrilling shocks shooting up her spine! "What is that?" she nearly screamed.
"That?" the Elf replied, glancing down at her own loins. "Why, that is My Lady Moira's gift! Don't be concerned! It may look like a...penis...but it is quite female! I will not, I cannot impregnate you! All you Human females worry about is becoming pregnant!"
Christina saw the Elf stride forward again.
"It is merely my clitoris...enlarged, of course!" She glanced down at it. "Well, maybe 'greatly' enlarged would be a better choice of terms!" The Elf was now leering at the nearly naked Human. "I have been told, more than once, that it is even more effective at...delivering feminine pleasure than a man's...organ! And it is not only its size, which I think you will agree is substantially greater than the typical Human male's weapon. I personally think it is the knowledge that I cannot impregnate you! Lends a general feeling of relief, so my...partner can relax and enjoy my...presence within her!"
After another glance down, she added, "What do you think?"
Christine shook her head. "NO! I want nothing to do with I'll have nothing to do with...Dark Lords...I won't betray Rita or Queen Thora!"
Suddenly the Actress spun on her heal to make for her back door.
She only got halfway around in her spin before her left arm was seized in a vice-like grip.
Victoria's grip!
Effortlessly spinning her back to face her, the Elf twisted Christina's left arm behind her back and used it to press their luscious, naked or nearly naked bodies together.
Christina gasped as the fat, nearly two foot long phallic clit became trapped between their naked, smooth bellies. It felt so hard, throbbing, hot!
Victoria's arm grasping hand slid smoothly down the Human's svelte back to slip under the G-string-like back of her panties and, with a overpowering, no nonsense advance, plunge into the Hollywood actress' deep, dark asscrack.
Knees immediately buckling from the not unpleasant shock of Victoria's goosing, all Christina could do in reply was raggedly gasp as her tail crease was most effectively gained and then ruthlessly dominated by long, strong, fingernail terminated Elf digits.
The precipitously panting actress could now only impotently gawk up, wide and white eyed, at the smiling, confident unearthly beautiful face of the now towering Wood Elf. Never before had a groping of her famous, and fabulous, tail produced such pleasant, submissive jolts of pure, docility inducing pleasure!
"Isn't this better, Human?" Victoria husked into Christina's suddenly flushed, sweaty face. Christina smelt cinnamon on the hot, humid breath of the Elf. Hot, spicy, intoxicating cinnamon.
She felt that old feeling again. That feeling she got every-time she visited Alfheim...visited Rita...found herself under Rita! Her heaving belly was melting from the torrid waves of lust...wicked, delicious, LESBIAN lust.
She just knew that her pussy was a swamp...instantly flooded with her all too feminine need...
Then she squealed as the long, powerful fingers of the Elf found and deeply goosed her tight anus.
"Mmmm!" moaned the equally impassioned Wood Elf. "This must be my lucky day! Not every day I find a Human with such a Guild Elf tail! I'm going to enjoy 'persuading' you to join me!"
The last words jolted the actress our of her lesbian instilled stupor. "No!" Christina abruptly cried out. Without further warning or hesitation she sent her right arm, armed now with her most sincere and furious fist, in a tight arc aimed right at Victoria's jaw.
But, a split second later, Christina gave out with another cry, this one of shock and pain, when Victoria's left hand caught her flying fist half way through its jaw aimed arc. Immediately, as the Human stared in building horror at her trapped fist, the Wood Elf easily twisted that arm behind her back. Then she simply held both of Christina's wrists together behind her back in one omnipotent left hand.
Victoria's smile was now grim. "How are you going to assist me in saving your Rita if you will not cooperate?" she said, pulling the back of Christina's panties out of her asscrack with her right hand. "We really need to 'negotiate' some cooperation out of you, Girl!" the Wood Elf added, much more forcefully. Then, with a powerful tug and audible 'snap', Victoria ripped the panties off the Actress.
All Christina could do was yelp.
"Now! Now!" Victoria went on, calming her voice and pressing her cheek to Christina's. Her victorious right hand spent a long, luxurious moment roaming over both of the Hollywood starlet's quivering, flexing buns. Then the hand smoothly, slowly, deliberately ran up Christina's ribcage.
"These are nice!" Victoria remarked, sincerely, taking an appreciative and long look at the Human's barely contained boobs as her fingers hooked under the nearly transparent net bra that was the last of Christina's clothing. With ease she lifted the light weight cloth and both of Ms. Ricci's babyfeeders fell out of her raised cups, one at a time, to bounce a couple of times and then settle into impressively substantial, smoothly and geometrically exact pear shaped masses upon her, now, heaving chest.
"You Humans certainly know how to grow big boobs!" the Wood Elf continued, grasping Christina's left nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Pinching and then twisting forcefully, but carefully, she forced the Human's face into a sour, grimacing mask of almost painful pleasure.
"Sensitive, too!" the Elf added with an evil chuckle.
Christina couldn't believe how effective the Elf was in pinching nipple! Men always pinched too hard, or twisted to far around, or simply didn't know when to stop before pain replaced pleasure. Victoria was simply...perfect!
And, no sooner than she had wrung out the greatest joy for the least discomfort, she switched to the other nipple.
Christina looked up into Victoria's eyes as her belly heaved. She was going to cum if she didn't stop...
"No...uhnnn!" she moaned, quite involuntarily.
Victoria didn't stop. Her grin of triumph over the Human female did broaden, however. "Feel good?" she teased as she went back to the first, now rock hard, nipple. "Work with me and I'll give you all you can stand!"
Then she crushed the Hollywood actress with the most passionate, delicious, and imposed lesbo-conquest kiss of her life. Which was saying much, since Christina had already been a major bottom to a Guild Elf Princess literally since puberty!
As Christina fell into her first nipple derived orgasm of her life...her first involuntary orgasm as well...she moaned, then gagged, into that delicious cinnamon flavored, two foot long Elven tongue armed mouth just like the slutty lesbian bottom she was.
Victoria released the overwhelmed Human's wrists and sent her hand down to reacquire those virtually Guild Elf quality buttocks. Those released arms quickly wrapped around the taller Elf's strong, svelte back.
Sinking her steely claws into Hollywood starlet asscheeks, the Wood Elf effortlessly bent Ms. Ricci back until she resembled a bow in a Robin Hood movie...a bow ready to be strung!
Christina gagged like a drunk in a back alley throwing up his last fifth of hooch as the Wood Elf vacuum kissed, throat fucked, tit pawed and ass-groped her. Outside of Rita's bedroom she had never been so dominated, so manhandled by anyone, Human or Elf! She couldn't believe she would...could let someone, anyone, paw and possess her like this against her will!
But then she had never been properly trained in black sex magic, or had been told of the...unique 'influences' Wood Elves have over Humans.
Hermione certainly was familiar, by now, of Wood Elf powers over Human females!
Breaking the kiss, Victoria easily picked up the Human into her arms, then looked around for a suitable bed. She quickly made for the nearest lawn couch.
Christina's eyes fluttered open as the Wood Elf lowered her upon the couch. "No!" she gasped, seeing the powerful Elf arched over her, admiring her naked feminine charms with wide spaced, almond shaped, oriental eyes. "Please! Don't..." she almost whined.
"But you don't know what I have in mind!" Victoria replied, bringing her alien-beautiful face up to the Human's. "I want you to help save your precious Rita from Desiree's enslavement and impregnation!" Her face stopped just off Christina's, the tips of their noses almost touching. Victoria's cinnamon breath seemed to swirl across her face and surround the Human's head in a torrid cloud of lesbiotic horniness.
"Don't you want to help your...friend, Rita?" Victoria added in a torrid, husky whisper. Then she immediately silenced any reply by trapping Christina's lips with her own.
The Hollywood actress could only writhe sensuously upon the lawn couch as the Wood Elf again dominated her with a kiss. As the kiss progressed, and Christina again took up her slutty moaning into Victoria's overwhelming mouth, the Wood Elf's left hand slowly, smoothly, relentlessly slid down the Human's heaving belly...
And slid between thrashing thighs to cup, and then part, Ms. Ricci's dripping wet girl slit.
"HMMMM!" went the thrashing beauty as irresistible Elven fingers expertly parted swollen, floppy female labia and settled into the soaked vestibule between.
"OOOH!" Victoria moaned immediately after breaking the Human will devastating kiss. "You are one wet pussy!"
Christina wanted to reply, to scream out her defiance, to demand the Elf retract her degrading, humiliating words on Christina's lesbian frailty...but she could do nothing but whimper and writhe like the aroused, seduced lesbian bottom she was. Those wicked, knowing, belittling fingers felt just too good to stop!
The Wood Elf knew what she was doing!
Then Victoria's thumb found Christina's jutting pea-sized clit...
"OH! OH! OH!" went the actress as her hips jumped up off the couch and her claws gripped the mattress under her.
"My!" went the smirking Wood Elf. "That seemed to get a response from you! I think you are about ready to negotiate, aren't you? Just let me do this..."
"NO! OOOOOH!" went the grimacing Human as Victoria buried her two middle fingers, to the last knuckle, into her wide open, and thoroughly lubricated, pussy.
"UH! UH! UH!" grunted the overwhelmed Ms. Ricci as the Wood Elf repeatedly and powerfully jabbed her belly with those stiff and long Elven fingers. Rita had never done that...just thrust a pair or more of stiff, long fingers into her girl guts and pumped relentlessly away until she broke...ever before!
Devastating!
"Does that feel good?" smirked the Elf.
"Please!" Christina cried as her will crumbled, tears of shameful sexual defeat appearing in the corners of her eyes, teeth clenched furiously as humiliating, overwhelming fingerfucking bliss undeniably broke her. Relentlessly, quickly, her knees spread wide and her legs rose until her feet were over her, pointing up into the sky.
Still the Wood Elf mercilessly continued to finger-fucked her.
"Please!" Christina begged again for mercy.
The Wood Elf continued, noisily and powerfully, until the Human had begged two more times.
"Very well," Victoria replied, pulling her dripping hand completely out from between the actress' well parted and upturned thighs. "Here is my proposition: Desiree is soon going to try to impregnate your dear friend, the Princess. I am prepared to help you stop her! I just need your agreement!"
"H...how? How can I stop Desiree..."
"I will make you look like Rita! It will be dark when the rape is made. I can make you look sufficiently like Rita in the dark to pass for her. Desiree will mount you and Rita can...avoid Desiree while you...occupy the Aesir."
"But when Desiree finds out...that I am not Rita...she will eventually look for Rita...how can we save her then..."
Victoria smirked as she slipped between Christina's wide spread thighs and behind her upturned, shiny wet ass. "I didn't say anything about 'saving' Rita! I just want to prevent Desiree from impregnating her! You recall that I'm working for My Mistress Moira. She has promised me what I have wanted most for the past hundred years, Carolyn Hobson for my very own, if I can insure that she becomes the next Lord Lokin!"
Christina shook her head in utter horror as she watched the Wood Elf drive her upraised knees into the mattress...just alongside her hard nippled tits. "NO! She can't impregnate Rita! We can't have a Dark Lord become Lord...gasp!"
She abruptly shut up when Victoria pressed the tip of her wrist thick clit exactingly into her upturned, and thoroughly lubricated, pussy. The pleasure seizing her from just having the tip spreading her! All the Hollywood actress could do was moan pitifully as her head turned away in an attempt to hide her humiliating submission to inhuman lust.
"You will look just like Rita, once I'm finished, My Dear!" Victoria said, her vision fixed on the clit tip she was running up and down the wide open pussy under her. The floppy labia were already spread apart, like open tent flaps, and she could see Christina's puss hole flexing as the tip dipped in, spreading it momentarily before slipping up to crush the Human's defenselessly jutting and unhooded clitoris. "You will have no difficulty in confusing Desiree into raping you instead of Rita! And you will be so happy to serve My Mistress, and myself! Maybe I can convince My Mistress to let you nurse their child, the next Virgin Princess!"
Ms Ricci, on her back with her legs up and her loins splayed apart, managed one last gasp of defiance even though her body was in no position, literally, to resist, "No! I won't...Damn you!"
Victoria laughed down at her. "Too late! I've already been damned more times than you have been fucked! But, here is one consolation..." she added, pressing the tip of her two foot long clit far enough into Christina's pussy to make the actress wince from the...unwillingly divine...stretching. "You are going to love my 'negotiation' tactics! I promise you!"
Then the Wood Elf thrust down, and a good foot of wrist thick clit slid greasily into Hollywood actress belly.
As Christina Ricci's belly swelled, forming a foot long, five inch wide raised outline of demonic clit right up to her navel, the Hollywood starlet howled in wicked, unbelievable bliss.
No male Producer had ever managed to elicit such a howl!
And, eventually, Ms Ricci would become oh so grateful to her new Elven Mistress for her new 'opportunity'!