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.

22. Tit for Tit or A Guild Elf for Every Lok

It was fully dark before the Guild Elves finally finished with relentlessly draining their new herd of mounts. As they returned from the field, licking the last remains of horsespooge 'dinner' from cheek and chin with their superhuman, prehensile tongues, Roger, sitting a few feet from the fire on a twenty foot long log, apparently standard equipment for Guild Elf campsites, looked down at Hermione alongside him, sitting on the ground, her back to the log.

She had crawled over to the log after the Elves had went to their mounts, too shaken by Flare's 'assault' to even walk. She had sat quietly as the horses squealed in their eager submission to Guild Elf nursing, a stunned, shocked-blank expression on her face.

She had tried no conversation with Roger. And Roger had not tried to strike up one in return. Just one look at her face convinced him that she was in no mood for trivialities.

Even he could see the fear hovering just behind her eyes. And worse...anger!

Now, with the Elves returning, her features began intensifying...hardening.

Miriam was no more quiet, or calm, after gnawing on horsecock than before. The other Elves, however, were distinctly less agitated. The experience with the spider had passed them, apparently, with their first taste of good, old fashioned mount-wadd.

They were also clothed! Roger did a double take as the five Elves passed before him, towards the fire, all dressed in Guild Elf standard field issue: smooth skin, shadowed asscrack, and hairless cameltoe conforming tights with tied together in front, midriff exposing, bosom encasing (for the most part) sleeveless leather vests.

Must have found some travel packs amongst the equine testicles! Roger remarked to himself, eyes widening at the most entertaining visuals of flexing, rotating, tightly (and barely) encased Guild Elf tail muscle they flashed him as they made for the campfire.

And Flare made a 'special' impression on him by deliberately bending over, right before him, to check a speck of dirt on her soft leather boots, her double loaves of creamy smooth and generously expansive Guild Elf buttocks seeming to jut right into his face.

As well as into Hermione's face!

A face, Roger noticed after Flare went on to join the others, that hardly showed any pleasure from Flare's flaunting display!

If he didn't know any better, he'd think that Hermione was seriously pissed!

Then the fire brightened as the last bit of sunlight fell behind the Impassible Mountains, and sounds filled the air not unlike those Flare had made oh so long ago, while they were alone on the road, when she was preparing dinner!

Just as abruptly, though, the sounds quieted down and Roger saw Flare returning, her hands full. She offered him a big, luscious smile, then handed him an ice cold quart mug of travel-ale and half of a hind quarter of mutton, hot and literally dripping with juice!

"We found the supply sacks near the mounts, M'lord!" she husked into his face, her suddenly heart stopping face just off his nose. He could do nothing but stare into those almond shaped eyes and melt...except for his dick which proceeded to almost instantly rise to iron bar stiffness!

After he took the proffered mug and meat, without breaking her devastating eye contact with her 'victim' for the night, Flare then shoved a substantially smaller mug and drumstick of mutton at the fuming Hermione. With her hands freed, the Elf dropped them to Roger's lap, filling them with his hardly covered yet furiously erecting divine dick.

"Now THIS is what I want for dinner, M'Lord!" she husked, milking and pulling on his out of control meat. "I want to pay you back for your bravery of today! Maybe I'll let the other Elves also 'return the favor', if your balls hold enough of tonight's 'desert'!" Then she rose.

Standing before Hermione, who just glared back, throwing daggers from both eyes, Flare took a count to glance at the Mage before looking back at Roger. "Now, don't let any children get their hands on you, Master! You have females...real female warriors...to service tonight!"

Then, with a final infuriating smirk at Hermione, Flare spun on her heal and walked back to the fire, buttocks grinding and rotating like a supernatural Marilyn Monroe in some Dungeons and Dragons version of Some Like It Hot ! Roger nearly swallowed his tongue gawking at those flipping, grinding buns!

Was this place great or what?

Hermione, with a growl that very closely resembled that of a lioness about ready to leap, indicated in no uncertain terms that she definitely did not agree with him at that moment!

But the ale was cold, tasty, and, most important, totally ineffective at killing erections; the mutton was the second hottest, but most tastiest, piece of tail in the camp!

Hermione, from the frown on her face, probably disagreed, again, with Roger.

Flare kept with the other Elves during dinner. It was looking to Roger that more and more Flare was taking the position of Miriam, at least as long as Miriam was incapacitated by the spider venom. Roger had to admit that she was acting more like Gem, and less like the old Flare by the minute!

But she sure came on to him so strong! Way more than Gem ever did, even after he had that long, deep 'conversation' with her butt two days ago! Maybe it was the stress of command?

Then, abruptly, it was pitch black, with thousands of stars overhead, a raging bonfire a comfortable distance away, and there was music! Actually it was singing...more accurately humming, of the Elves.

But Roger had heard it before!

When Gem had danced before her troops!

With Flare!

And leaving Roger out in the cold!

He could see the humming Elves, all but Miriam who had been literally tied down to the other end of the log, urge Flare to rise and dance for them!

Must be some leader-thing. Dance for the troops before battle and such!

And Flare rose, breaking out in a big smile at her 'troops'. Without too much further urging, Flare stepped out into the open before both knots of people. Beaming at her cheering troops, then looking lustfully at Roger (or the tent in his disguise), she suddenly and dramatically pulled her vest off.

Those perfect tits jiggled delightfully. They looked even bigger than he remembered. Had to be a good one and a half handfuls...in practical measurement.

He heard Hermione, whose own topless titties, while teenaged perfect in form, were hopelessly outclassed in the 'handful' department by the Guild Elf's, quite loudly 'harumphed' at Flare's male jolting display of milk-making equipment.

Flare hardly noticed Hermione's remark, too busy herself in slowly, sensuously swiveling her hips and turning about so Roger could get a good look at her working Guild Elf meat-loaf!

Roger was getting a good stiff jolt of Guild Elf meat-loaf! It was all he could do not to drool embarrassingly down his chin as his eyes slavishly followed every oval rotation of Flare's maximus gluteus maximii!

Then something grabbed his left nut!

With a jump (At least he didn't squeal!) Roger's gawking eyes were rudely drawn from Flair's jumping, dancing buns to the topless schoolgirl now kneeling alongside him.

It was Hermione! And she was mauling the fuck out of his swollen left nut!

With an utterly fierce look of grimaced triumph, the Mage flipped up his disguise with her other hand and Roger's nearly fully erect bone, flinging long ropes of coiled and colloidal precum, flipped up for all to see.

Abruptly every Elf's face lit up in reflected god-light, every eye glowed like a searchlight. Then a chorus swelled and echoed over the campsite..."OOOOOOOOO!" Even Flare gawked and cooed at Roger's glowing, suddenly released 'Loki Cock'.

Hermione gripped his shaft, about half way up, with a completely dwarfed schoolgirl hand. Squeezing his shaft just as hard as she could, she added her right hand to the milking, even though she still gripped his left nut. Sinking her long, pointed nails into him, she milked him like he were a softball sized lump of dough.

Roger, quite temporarily shocked into immobility by the schoolgirl's audacious assault on Flare's...er...his genitals, realized from the heat rushing up his now steel bar hard prick that he hadn't unloaded his ducts since the Drow, half a day ago.

Twelve hours is a long time to go without unloading if your a sex god!

Didn't Loki say that?

Roger watched the half foot long worm of stored up cum slide greasily out his piss slit and start drooling down the underside of his glans! Every feminine eye in camp watched it with reverence and hunger!

But Hermione was responsible for it, and was the only female within range of it!

And just as Roger, slowly exiting his typical male stupor at having his manhood groped by some teenybopper schoolgirl in a short blue Japanese sailor suit skirt with absolutely no covering for her babyfeeders, realized that Flare, too, could realize (and probably more quickly than him!) that it was Hermione he was throbbing and drooling for, the broadly grinning Mage began jacking him!

Oh but damn-it to Loki did that little girl's little hand feel good!

Roger threw his head back with the very first pass of tight, tiny girl hand over his fist sized and rigidly swollen glans. Her second male mind destroying stroke had his knees locking, his legs flexed as stiff as his prick.

Effortlessly her little weak hand had big ol' Roger helpless and furiously stiff in the leg and prick department in a mere three pumps!

As her hands went 'snick', 'snick', 'snick' over his jumping, slimy cockhead Roger, panting up a storm but otherwise quite catatonic from the delicious jolts of jacking pleasure the Mage generated, looked down at his tormented meat with wide and white eyes.

He was a mess! His cockhead looked like she had sprayed whipped cream all over the glans! He was drooling a ton of gunk out for her!

Then Roger remembered he, and Hermione, were not alone! Quickly, and not without some guilt, he glanced up over his forehead at...

...a teeth clenching, nostrils dilated Flare! Who, staring wide eyed at his scummy prick just like the other Guild Elves, was also panting even harder than he was! But her shallow, quick breathing was clearly not from sexual over-stimulation, but growing fury!

Every man stealing, vengeful stroke of the enthralled Roger's jumping prick by the upstart schoolgirl Mage brought another jump in Flare's rate of breathing, another flash to her outrage betraying eyes, an even tighter, knuckle popping clench to her fists!

"YOU BITCH!" screamed across the Guild Elf's face!

"You bitch!" Flare finally verbally exclaimed, though not screamed.

Hermione just smirked back.

Flare pointed at the male organ, the clearly foot and a half of arm thick, glow in the dark (to Elves) jerking male organ...Roger's organ! But her words were directed solely at the teen Mage girl-handling it. Roger, the rest of him, for the time being had been forgotten. "What to you think you are doing, little girl?"

"Getting my share!" Hermione replied, not at all submissively.

It suddenly sank into Roger's pleasure addled mind that the entire conversation was revolving around just one part of him! And while that part was rather important to him, it nonetheless had nothing to do with his brain!

But Hermione wasn't finished replying to Flare. "I like it!" she added, then bent her head. Lovingly, she pressed her ruby red lips right to the tip of his glans and planted the sweetest, most innocent sweet sixteen kiss to him.

Right in-front of Flare!

Flare literally quivered as she watched!

When the Mage pulled back, a long strand of coiled manchowder stuck to her lips, When she had pulled back about half a foot she stopped her head, and than sucked the tacky strand, all eight inches of it, into her cute little mouth like it was spaghetti.

"MMMM! That's good!" Hermione added!

Flare nearly lost it. Roger had never seen an Elf shake like Flare was doing at that moment. At least, not without drawing swords with totally murderous intent!

"You traitorous, Cock stealing, Human Bitch!" Flare mumbled.

"What are you going to do about it?" Hermione immediately shot back.

Flare's eyes flared. "You want me?" she barked with a totally unfriendly grin. "You? Little girl? Little Human Pussy? Want to take me on? Think you're woman enough? Fine! I fisted way bigger and tougher Mages than you, Bitch! Come on, let's get it on!" Then Flare bent over and yanked her tights down.

Hermione looked at Roger's cock, jumping in her slime covered jacking fist. Then she looked at the naked Flare. "Let me give Sir Roger one more kiss. Unlike Elves, I don't like leaving my men without satisfying them...excepting when I'm forced to!"

"OOOOO!" Flare replied, on the very edge of out of control lesbian sexual violence.

Hermione just maintained her smirk, then bent her head again. Opening her jaws like an anaconda, this time she managed to engulf his entire glans into her little mouth in one awesome gulp!

As she cooked his cockhead in that furnace between her teeth, and Roger squirmed in utmost masculine pleasure, Flare just couldn't resist the urge to say something...

"OH! You Human Bitch! You are so fisted! You won't be able to walk tomorrow, when I get through with your two-timing, Lord stealing, prick teasing ass!"

With a slurp Hermione pulled off his glans.

Looking down, Roger's eyes opened wide momentarily when he saw how clean his glans was! Then he saw the bulges in Hermione's cheeks!

The schoolgirl had scrapped his cockhead clean! Had to be nearly a cup of gunk around his glans...until Hermione mouthed him!

And she hadn't swallowed him...yet!

Hermione just winked at him, stood and turned around to face the naked Guild Elf. Quickly she opened the waist to her skirt and let it fall. Now she as as bare assed naked as Flare.

"'Sex Fight' Rules!" barked one of the other Guild Elves watching from near the fire.

Both combatants nodded, and then closed with each other.

Roger's eyes bulged and his dick jumped as he gawked at the female pulchritude presented to him. Flare was, as usual, Elven perfect, with more than a handful, conical boobs with conical, broad and red nipples, a waist he could reach around with two hands, relatively wide hips fit for holding a man's hips comfortably, and more than enough deeply separated by divinely dark crack, magnificently massaged by both mounts and him, ass!

Hermione was substantially smaller in the tit department, though they were broad and quite conical. Her nipples were smaller, too, but they jutted out rock hard. Her waist wasn't as narrow as an Elf's, but her hips were just was wide and her butt was meaty, firm, and smoothly blemish free.

As the combatants closed Roger noticed that the Human girl was a couple inches taller than Flare.

She also looked much more determined to defend herself than the first time they had met!

Just like at the wrestling pits, the two worthy opponents came together, first, in a kiss...

Just after the kiss became established, when Flare had succeeded in sinking her talons into Hermione's twin ass-grips, the strangest thing happened.

Flare's eyes suddenly popped open!

Then, with a gag, she swallowed.

Loudly!

Roger could see the 'lump' of something stretch out the Elf's throat as it went down!

What could it be...

Then, when the kiss finally broke, he saw that Hermione had an open mouthed smile, and her cheeks were no longer bulging with Roger's precum!

Since she didn't spit it out, someone had to have swallowed it!

Someone!

Flare?

The Elf gawked in utter shock at the still smiling Human girl. Then Flare's face flushed bright red, her perfectly conical nipples stiffened dramatically, and a literal torrent of girl juice trickled down the insides of both her firm, perfectly formed thighs!

It looked like the Guild Elf was pissing, so much lubricating juice poured down her!

Suddenly the fiery glow in Flare's eyes dimmed, and her jaw drooped as if she were drunk. "You...b...b...bitch!" she mumbled.

Hermione moved back in, reaching around the suddenly swaying Elf to fill her little hands with plump and horseback tenderized Guild Elf buns. As she clamped together their two empty mouths into another torrid lesbian-conquest kiss, her teenaged long and sharp talons dug deeply into Flare's tailmeat.

Roger swore he heard Flare moan into Hermione's sweet, hot mouth!

The kiss established, Hermione pressed her lush body against Flare's, admittedly even more voluptuous, flesh. Then she smoothly slipped her full teen firm right thigh between Flare's parted and wet thighs.

They stood motionless in the clearing, deliciously firm, naked and wet bodies reflecting only firelight, entwined under a star filled, calm and intimately comfortable night sky, and ground themselves together. The kiss seemed to go on forever...

Roger thought he saw Hermione, even as the two awesome females became even more en-coiled, further more involved in tongue fucking each other's mouths, press her thigh up against Flare's wet and defenselessly spread twat. Immediately she began to flex her leg, running the front edge of her thigh forwards and back. Grinding her thigh forwards and back against Flare's floppy lips and stiff little sex button.

Roger could clearly see Flare's schoolgirl talon gripped buttocks quiver and then jump as Hermione's now wet thigh slid faster and tighter up between her spread legs. The lightning-like shocks of thigh sanded clit pleasure shooting up from her pebbly girl-prick...

It must be so good to the Guild Elf!

Then Flare's hips began humping that grinding thigh in counter motion!

Flare was reacting...enjoying...submitting to Hermione's assault!

He took a quick glance at the other three Elves (Miriam wasn't paying much attention), and he saw no shock nor disagreement with the battle. There was a type of democracy in the sex pit after all! Didn't matter who won or lost, as long as the fight was good!

And the entranced, wide eyed and leering grinned countenances of those three Elves demonstrated to Roger that they, at least, thought the fight was damn good!

Roger's still jumping prick verified to him that this fight was getting really good for him! By the time his vision returned to the two lesbian warriors Flare was showing serious signs of getting all too worked up for her own competitive good!

But how was that? How could Hermione get the advantage on a veteran Guild Elf by just spitting a mouthful of spooge into her mouth? Could swallowing his cum turn the Guild Elf on that much?

Maybe it wasn't just his huge, magical dick, after all?

Then his deep thoughts were rudely interrupted when Flare abruptly broke the two battling babes kiss with a brief, but alarmed "No!" Then she was leaning backwards in Hermione's arms...

Suddenly the now seemingly over-towering teen Mage was lowering the humping, panting Guild Elf to the ground...to her svelte, strong back upon the cool, smooth, gentle ground of the campsite!

With Hermione settling down upon her!

Roger's jaw literally dropped as Hermione, now atop the writhing Elf, thigh still humping away between dramatically wide spread Guild Elf legs, reestablished their warring kiss! Softly rounded and smooth human teen belly pressed to and stickily stuck together to wet, sweaty, inhumanly flat Elf belly; furiously erect teenage nipples, jutting, rock hard and dominating, flicking across and pressing into broader, rounder, more yieldingly full yet vividly red Elf nipples; flexed firm and silky smooth girl thigh, shiny with copious Guild Elf sex lubricant, trapping stiff Flare sex pebble against pubic bone and grinding...grinding...grinding...

"OOOH!" wantonly and suddenly moaned Flare as the skillful human drove her to distraction with her bedroom wrestling humping skill. "Damn you! OOOOH!"

Roger had actually forgotten about the near two foot long gunk drooling baseball bat jutting up into his wide eyed face, so fixed he had become in Hermione's apparent victorious conquest of the Elf...HIS Guild Elf. So when a pair of long nailed and short fingered hands abruptly reached in from his left and deftly seized his jerking iron bar of a cock, it took him totally by surprise!

It was one of the Elves! And, from the look on her enrapt face, she planned on taking advantage of Flare's preoccupation with Hermione to satisfy some of her own 'needs'!

With him!

Licking her lips openly, she leaned forward, drooling mouth opening wide!

Suddenly Roger wasn't so concerned about Flare's wrestling match!

But, before the first Elf could consummate their oral matching, another pair of similar hands, this time from his right, closed in on his softball sized, rock hard and quite completely stuffed nuts! When those nails sank into his babymakers, did his almost Elf gobbled prickhead belch cum!

Had to be a foot long strand, as thick as his finger, that rapidly ran down his cockhead and shaft as if eager to get out of range of the first Elf's chameleon-like tongue!

It failed, of course! No sooner than the leading edge of the strand reached a foot down form his cockhead than that tongue, way over a foot long, with radar-guided accuracy caught and mercilessly dragged that coiled worm of reproductive protein into her ever ready maw!

Gulp!

As Roger panted from the loss of his 'substance' to Guild Elf oral pillaging, hot, cinnamon tainted breath flowed oh so sexily into his right ear, "M'Lord! Do not be angry! We need your...'gift'!"

Then, before he could turn his awed gaze from the first Elf's noisy and enthralled gulping of holy spooge, he felt...OH LORDY!...hot, wet, prehensile snake-like appendage slipping into his right ear!

His first, and only, thought was "It had to be her tongue!"

His cock confirmed his estimation by jumping mightily in the first Elf's greedy grasp, then belch another semantic nightcrawler of at least twice the dimensions and mass of the first, freshly swallowed, cum-worm!

Instantly they had his complete and sole attention!

The tongue withdrew and the tainted, humid breath returned. "M'Lord! Don't deny us your magnificence! Flare is...occupied! She will be occupied through the evening defending her...honor with the Human Mage! Trust us! WE NEED YOU!"

Then she was going down, tongue again extended. Only this time the target was his freshly manchowder varnished glans!

Oh did his dick jump and his lungs heave when that velvety lingus, with awesome talent and consummation, licked his swollen hard glans clean and then give his cockhead a real tongue-lashing 'spit shine'!

The first Elf, still clutching his jumping prick, took over the communications. "M'Lord! Look at Miriam! She needs you!"

Roger, in no mood to do anything to disappoint or distract the two cock-obsessed Elves, immediately obeyed. The frowning, squirming, trussed up Elf had been manhandled by the third Elf to the opposite end of the log that he now sat upon. Strangely enough, he thought, she was now very gorgeously very naked.

If she wasn't frowning and carrying on so much, he thought, she would look pretty good!

Then he saw the third Elf, not without some difficulty, drape the Guild Elf Commander over the log, on her belly.

And with her Gem and Flare quality ass jutting straight and awesomely up towards the starry sky!

"We need your service, M'Lord! Miriam needs your service!" the first Elf pleaded into his now buzzing left ear. The second Elf was noisily gnawing on a mouthful of his cockhead, not to be disturbed!

She could gnaw on his prick any-day, Roger told himself.

"Please!" the first Elf repeated. "Flare told us you relieved Lady Gem of the evil spells from the Dark Lord Beast's attack...by...penetrating Lady Gem's...er..."

"Ass?" Roger gasped. He reached out with both hands to grab, then grope, both Elves alongside him. They were quite naked.

They had come prepared to 'persuade' him, alright!

"Yes..." the first Elf confirmed. "Please! Lady Miriam would ask you...beg you herself if she could! The Sex Spider Venom has her in its grip! Only you...your Divine Gift, way up in her...up her...ass...will cure her! We will need her in the upcoming battle! You must help us!"

His crude male hands disappeared into a pair of drenched, bald, smooth and floppy lipped Elf twats. He instantly decided that when he retired, it would be to a campsite with a Guild Elf in each of his hands!

Another desperate "Please!" jolted him out of his blow-job and groping stupor. "But Flare..."

"Fuck her!" said the second Elf, immediately after pulling off of her vacuum-like oral grip on him.

In utter shock he looked at her.

"Fuck her! Fuck US! Fuck whoever you want, M'Lord! We'll do whatever you want, if you'll help our Lady Miriam!"

"But I don't want Flare to get piss...er...angry at me! She's kind of possessive..."

The second Elf shook his towering and wet prick, throwing inches long worms of wadd all over the place. "Excuse me, M'Lord, but she is going to get angry at you with this in her face? What is she going to do, cut you off from her pussy?"

The first Elf chuckled in derision.

The second continued, "Excuse me, but you don't know much about us, do you, M'Lord? There is not one of us who wouldn't get on our knees and suck you all night, if you permitted us. There is no way that any of us, including and especially your Flare, could resist this Holy Lance! You have but to ask...no...order us and we'll do whatever...WHATEVER...you want!"

"But we ask, we beg, that you relieve our Commander of her curse before you use us!" the other Elf came in.

"Please?!" the two said in perfect ball tingling harmony.

Roger's dick jumped like an overly excited puppy.

Then he looked back, not without some guilt, at the two battling lesbians.

Hermione was well in command, it appeared, Flare was writhing on her back, making no serious attempt at escaping Hermione's assault. Hermione had dismounted her, rotating until her hips were alongside Flare's tossing head and her own face was leering down at the Guild Elf's wide spread thighs and floppy and soaked cunt.

Then Roger's cock jumped again when he saw the teenaged Mage's right hand form a fist.

"She wouldn't..." he unconsciously said aloud.

Both cock and ball handling Elves with him just chuckled, real nastily.

"Doesn't Flare have it coming?" the second Elf, again dipping her head to feed on Roger's oozing protein, said.

Roger nodded, recalling what Flare had done to Carolyn on the road to Elfthring. His already racing heart jumped into sixth gear imagining a revengeful fist fuck by Hermione! Even though he...cared greatly for Flare and had a great deal of...respect (and fear) of her physical talents...seeing her fisted into mindless orgasm by a teenaged human...

Now that's Entertainment! flashed through the lecherous, dirty ol' man part of his cerebrum!

The instant Hermione's knuckles pressed between Flare's elongated and naturally soaked labia, the Guild Elf's head rose, sudden and most unique panic on her delicious face. Grimacing, she frantically shook her head into the Human Mage's bubblebutt.

If Hermione even knew of Flare's silent pleading, she ignored it, running her knuckles, and then the rest of her fist, up and down the Elf's gash in a determined, expert pattern.

Lubricating her phallus like a proper 'gentleman' does before penetrating his 'lady'!

Once thoroughly soaked, the Mage's fist-prick stopped and ground down onto Flare's jutting pubic bone. Right where her clit should be...

"OOOOOOH!" NOW Flare moaned alright! Head dropping with a 'thud' to the ground, she chewed on her lower lip as Hermione, quite expertly, trapped her stiff little girl-button between unyielding, albeit padded, Guild Elf pubic bone and utterly resolute, mercilessly grinding teen girl fist.

As Roger and his two Loki Cock torturing Guild Elves silently watched, eyes wide and jaws dropped, Hermione swung her left leg over the whimpering Flare's head. Now, when Flare next opened her eyes, the stars overhead were most effectively obscured by spread and overarching, wet and floppy Human teen loins!

As close to a transcending religious experience as a Guild Elf could get in Lokin, Roger thought!

Then Hermione, eyes and mouth closed in a tight, little smile, sat right down on Flare's wide eyed face!

Both Elves in Roger's pussy buried hands gasped as the teen Mage wrapped her hairless twat around Flare's Guild Elf beautiful face.

Roger swore he saw Flare, immediately before her nose and mouth disappeared between high school quality jailbait pussy, break out in a big grin!

When the Guild Elf did moan appreciatively, but barely audibly, from between the schoolgirl Mage's face enveloping asscheeks and floppy labia, Hermione's triumphant eyes opened and fixed on Flare's own most perfectly aroused twat. Then she directed her own dripping wet knuckles to the wide open puss-hole of the no longer resisting Elf.

"OOOH!" went the Elf on Roger's left, the one whose mouth WASN'T filled with manmeat, when Hermione's knuckles disappeared between Guild Elf vaginal tent flaps. The Elf then started up a loud and quite passionate pant into Roger's burning ear as more of the small apple sized girl fist pried apart and slipped into Flare's receptively spread pussy.

"Do it!" Roger heard the panting Elf hoarsely, and perhaps unconsciously, gasp as, in her expert opinion, the critical stage of the lesbian penetration was reached. Hermione's thumb began slipping behind Guild Elf labia.

Flare's hips began to squirm then, but not in resistance...

...in stretching! While Hermione's fist was that of a Human's, and a teenager's, it was BROAD! And she had her thumb's joint bent, sticking out!

Then that thumb abruptly straightened...

And, accompanied by a teen ass smothered shriek, Flare's twat popped open around Hermione's thumb and the girl's entire fist disappeared into Guild Elf belly.

Immediately a bulge appeared in Flare's normally flat belly, just above her jutting pubic mound!

No one needed to tell Roger from whence it came!

Then Roger saw Hermione look up.

Right at him!

Then the biggest shit eating grin broke out on her face! A grin of triumphant lesbian revenge!

And she pushed with her arm, the same arm whose forearm now extended out from Flare's wide open loins, and said forearm disappeared...

Into Flare!

Oh did the Guild Elf's hips writhe and thrash as Hermione's elbow approached wide spread and floppy Elf labia! Oh did the cock handling Elves on Roger's two sides hiss and whimper in their now furious prick jacking and percolating spooge lapping as that Human girl fist induced bulge in Flare's belly move in deliberate and forceful form from her mons veneris to just south of her navel!

Oh did Flare squeal and wail in girl butt smothered ecstasy when Hermione ground her knuckles down on Guild Elf cervix.

Even Roger's eyes widened when Hermione's impalement of his Flare's precious belly ended with the Human's elbow not two inches outside of the Guild Elf's elongated puss-lips!

So moved was he that his prick nearly jumped out of the hands of his Guild Elf 'handlers'!

So violent became his cock pulses that he forced his handlers to use their mouths to control his glowing 'weapon'!

"OOOOH!" Now it was Roger's turn to moan in growing bliss as his glans and nuts were abruptly encased in red hot and boiling Elf oral prison. He couldn't believe his two hugely swollen balls could be captured in one diminutive Guild Elf mouth!

Then he watched, enthralled, as the other Elf began swallowing his prick! All he could do was pant wildly as she, seemingly effortlessly, forced a good foot of arm thick cockshaft into her mouth and throat!

Without even a gag!

He swore he could feel her heart beat with his swallowed cockhead!

Flare's buttock suppressed wail brought Roger's attention briefly back to Hermione. "Oh damn!" he silently screamed as he saw the suddenly dominate schoolgirl Mage's belly buried arm extended once again outside of the Guild Elf's girl guts, only her wrist and first still inside precious Flare pussy.

The forearm of the girl was absolutely dripping with clear Elf lubricant.

And Hermione was still smirking as she waited for Roger's attention to return to her and Flare's 'battle'. When she saw him focus his blow-job dazed eyes on her forearm, she abruptly, and with vicious speed, thrust that forearm back into Flare's wide open guts.

Flare's belly jiggled like jello when Hermione's fist punched Guild Elf cervix!

Flare clearly belched!

Then the schoolgirl Mage just as rapidly pulled back and punched right back in!

Then she repeated the cycle!

And Flare belched again!

Then Hermione began flailing away, punching in and pulling out, over and over until her arm became a blur.

And Flare's swollen belly shook like jello in an earthquake! And the Guild Elf's belches transformed into hysterical, albeit partially smothered by perfectly smooth and bulbous HUMAN teenaged butt buns, squeals of undesired but irresistible penetration bliss.

Hermione proceeded to uninhibitedly fistfuck the shit out of Flare!

And Roger could only prepare to spew a gallon of holy wadd into the heads of a pair of anonymous Guild Elf cocksuckers!

His balls suddenly popped out of the other Elf's drooling, slurping mouth, tightening up against his crotch...

It was a warning...

All the stimulation...expert cockhandling...cocksucking...ball munching...seeing his...HIS Flare broken by a teenybopper's fist...

He was going to lose it if his swallowed cock wasn't unswallowed real soon!

Then the Elf cocksucker gagged, real loud, and, with a noisy, sloppy retreat, she pulled off his wildly jumping, hugely swollen, god bone.

"That was close!" she croaked, her vocal cords coated with precum. The formerly ball mouthing Elf quickly reached up and gripped Roger's purple swollen glans in one small, but powerful hand. With a rather vicious squeeze, she abruptly cancelled Roger's almost out of control orgasm reflex.

Roger's heart suddenly wasn't going to burst!

But his nuts sure felt like it!

"Come..." the former nut sucker said, then instantly regretted her choice of terms. "Sire...M'Lord..." she added, turning her head and eyes towards the opposite end of the log.

There Miriam, still loudly protesting but no longer physically struggling, was draped over the log, her most becoming buttocks, nearly an exact copy of Flare's or, for that matter, Gem's delightful (and ball draining) tails, sticking straight up.

"For your use, M'Lord!" came the other Elf, her vocal cords finally cleared of his precum.

His cock abruptly jumped right out of the hands of whichever Elf still clutched it. As it arched over him, to eventually slap noisily against his sternum, it threw yet another half foot long nightcrawler of runaway spooge into the air. Like a cruise (spooge)missile, it hunted out and impacted perfectly across the left cheek, nose, and into the right eye of the former Elven cocksucker.

Even before Roger could think of looking at the besmirched Elf's face, her chameleon tongue had captured it and disposed of the delicious Elf-snack into her always ready mouth.

Quickly looking one last time at his Flare, all his sex focused eyes could visualize was Hermione's blurry forearm, flying in and out of Elf cunt, while Flare's pregnantly swollen belly jumped and shook from the murderous punches of fist against womb.

Then Roger was being pulled to his feet by two pairs of seriously strong and determined Elf hands pulling upon on wildly erect divine dick. As if in a sexual stupor...because of his sexual stupor...Roger, stiff legged and cocked, staggered towards the opposite end of the log, his eyes suddenly fixed on another pair of bulging Guild Elf asscheeks.

Miriam's!

"Don't you dare!" Miriam screeched from over her shoulder as soon as Roger appeared between her stiff, spread legs. "You...You... MAN!"

The two Elves alongside him began to vigorously, and most effectively, milk his inhumanly long dong and softball sized nuts. Abruptly tons of precum; long, coiled strands of gummy, high quality, testicle-protein, began drooling and dropping down upon smoothly bulging, upstanding, prime quality, Grade-A rated Guild Elf butt meat.

And drooling into the deep, dark, Marianas Trench asscrack between them.

The 'slap' of his wadd worms smacking onto those firm, flawless globes of Elven asscheek even drowned out Miriam's cries of disapproval!

But she, nonetheless, continued to proclaim her disapproval of him, and his cock!

"I want nothing to do with your vile cock, Human...Male! If I was only free! I'd cut off first your cock and then your head and feed them both to cockbats! I want nothing to do with false gods, Man! Go to hell!"

"Well, here hell comes, Bitch!" Roger replied while kneeling, with the Elves insistence and assistance, between Miriam's legs. Wide eyed, he watched the two Elves manhandle his jerking prick until his hugely swollen glans pressed between Miriam's clenched buttocks.

"NO!" she squealed as the delightful heat and precum lubricated, velvety smoothness of her butt-skin prompted him to drive his meat far into that ass-valley before him. "Don't you dare!"

She began to jerk her butt around, trying to dislodge him.

But, by now, Roger was determined to stay! This was one hot piece of Elf-butt!

Relentlessly and expertly his two 'handlers' found her asshole and planted his sloppy cockhead right in it, despite her tail's spirited squirming.

"OOOOH! You are so dismembered, MAN!" was all Miriam could screech when the broad tip of his omnipotent glans began spreading her furiously clenched anus. "Damn you to a Dragon! Don't do this to me!"

Yet, strangely enough, her formerly vigorous butt squirming abruptly calmed with his initial penetration of her, assumedly, virgin asshole!

He applied a little more force, but only a little, and half of his admittedly gently tapered but still oversized glans slipped into her.

"EEEEEEEE!" she shrieked. "May you be raped by a Dragon! I'll chop you up and feed you to my Master Spider! Oh! If I only had my hands free! Damn you, Man! Damn you...you...MALE! Shriek!"

Then, with a helpful push upon his backside by one of his 'handlers', Roger's entire massive five inch wide cockhead crown popped inside her!

"Shriek! Oh! Oh! Oh! Belch! Shriek!"

Roger ignored the Elf as she banged her fists on the ground and her forehead against the log. His glans was suddenly encased in a blast-furnace! It had been a long time since he had breached a virgin Guild Elf tail, and he'd forgotten how tight...hot...sucking, fucking, tight and hot virgin Elf butt was!

He no longer needed assistance to get him to thrust the next time! Barely conscious of what he was doing, running entirely on instinct...good old primitive male primate fucking-a-new-female-in-the-ass-whether-she-wished-it-or-not instinct...Roger bent over Miriam, reached around under her armpits and filled his hands with her, as usual, perfectly cone shaped and just over a handful firm babyfeeders. Then, using his tit grip, he proceeded to bury the rest of his nearly eighteen inches of sanctified Elf-sticker into a nearly catatonic Miriam's formerly virginal bowels.

Even before he could drive entirely into the Elf, one of his handlers gripped his babymakers in viciously fingernail armed, metaphysically strengthened fingers and squeezed.

Roger was both howling and spewing into Miriam's stuffed backside immediately thereafter.

Gem...the former 'Lady' Gem...squealed and thrashed upon Desiree's grandiosely designed and sized, though thoroughly disheveled, and lately bouncing bed. On her belly, her face pressed into the mattress, Gem's right hand was behind her, her talons sunk deeply into the right hip of the Aesir.

Desiree, eyes wide and aflame and fixed on Gem's defenselessly displayed, deliciously meaty and bulging Guild Elf ass, pressed the Elf's face down into the mattress with her left hand, which was planted atop the back of Gem's skull. Her right hand, dwarfed by the fully aroused Loki Cock it was trying to control, was guiding said former godcock into Gem's most compliant and widely stretched anus.

Desiree had just accomplished the most difficult task...getting the ridiculously undersized backside opening of 'Lady' Gem to admit her way-more-then-a-fist sized cockhead into Guild Elf rectum. Now, beginning to sweat, Desiree was trying to drive the rest of 'her' cock into the Guild Elf...

Without, that is, mindlessly unloading into that delightfully tight passage before she could enjoy, immensely enjoy, even just one full stroke in and out!

Gem's mouth had already proved most effective at forcing 'premature ejaculation' from the Aesir! Now her back passage was feeling even tighter and hotter!

But Desiree was being assisted in resisting the naturally tight, cum draining sweetness of Guild Elf tail by a serious distraction. The two Loki Kai who had so admirably broken the Guild Elf Commander, once they had collected their 'reward'...the glory of spewing about a quart, each, of viscous, yellowish spooge into the Elf's two girl passages...were showing a disturbing inability to 'get it up' again! It had been a good eight hours since they had unloaded into the delicious Elf, and they were yet on their backs, right where they had vented their ducts, quite limp and, for all facts and purposes, unconscious!

That would not do! They would need to 'recover' more promptly from fucking their Guild Elves if they were to properly assist her in taking the Kingdom from Queen Thora...

...By occupying the Castle at Alfheim and raping that sweet child, Margarita, into fecund womanhood!

Then Desiree gasped raggedly as Gem's butt abruptly squeezed her rectally swallowed glans with murderous, orgasm-generating power. Ruefully she realized that, right then, there were other data to collect, other...needs to satisfy!

For instance, just how much holy cock can a Guild Elf tolerate up her butt without losing it in a mind-crushing pure anal orgasm? And...just how good Guild Elf tail was at sucking supernatural cocks off!

Desiree, gritting her teeth, pressed home heroically, forcing her Loki Cock down and into the suddenly squealing Guild Bitch's bowels.

Gem's eyes popped open and her teeth locked down on the bed clothes beneath her as the horribly painful/wondrously blissful penetration of her backside recommenced. Her toe nails and left hand nails tore at the mattress frantically as her guts were bulled aside, accepting unwillingly the awesome, magnificent, irresistible length and thickness of Desiree's stolen prick.

'Stolen' or not, the Aesir knew what it was designed for!

Penetration of, preferably Guild Elf, female holes!

And Gem rapidly realized that, this time, Desiree's thrust wasn't going to stop!

At about fourteen of eighteen inches of gut spreading Desiree finally heard the Elf break..."OOOH! NO! Please! You're so big...so deep...it hurts...so...good!"

Desiree smirked arrogantly and silently down at Gem, and then kept right on going.

"Squeal! Ah! Ah! AAAAAH! Fuck! Squeal!" Gem thoughtfully replied to another four inches of arm thick godcock sliding relentlessly into her bowels.

"Damn it to Loki, but you Guild Elves have tight butts!" Desiree moaned into Gem's ear as she rested a moment atop the shuddering, squirming, transcendentally pinned Elf. She was completely buried, her hips resting atop the compressed twin pillows that was Gem's horse massaged buttocks. She ran her tongue over the sweet flesh of Gem's right side of her face, enjoying the sensuous smoothness, and taste, of Guild Elf.

Gem could only lay on her cock swollen belly, breathing quick and shallow, teeth still sunk into the mattress. She was so stuffed! Her guts have been pushed up into her chest, restricting the space available for her lungs. Not since Sir Roger...

Her belly was hugely swollen, like she was pregnant. Never since...HIM...had she been so bloated...distended...stuffed.

Whenever Desiree's butt buried bone jerked, or even just throbbed, Gem wanted to roll her eyes up and convulse her body mindlessly as giddy, near orgasmic waves of out of control bliss swept through her. At least that part of her again being anally mounted felt like Sir Roger...

Again she was amazed at how...good it felt to be stuffed through literally the 'back' way!

The pain was just so...GOOD!

Fear swept through her. Did it...could it...felt too good! Too good to resist, to not develop a 'craving' for such pain for the rest of her existence?

She didn't want it to feel that good!

Not with this evil beast riding her svelte, smooth, bulging butt backside!

She didn't want Desiree to get control of her that way!

It wasn't as if Desiree hadn't already tried to sexually enslave the Guild Elf Commander. She had used two of her disgusting...disgustingly potent and physically compelling, albeit on a most primitive and demeaning level, Loki Kai on...in her! And she had to admit they had been most effective at fucking her into a stupor she couldn't resist nor fight out of.

She just had to sit/hang there, pinned and stuffed between them, and take it!

...love taking every girl tube spreading, gut dislocating inch of them!

So overwhelmed was she, so impotent had been her physical and mental defense to their awesome penile assault, that she had to remain fearsomely restrained and impossibly impaled until the beasts had thoroughly satisfied their repulsive male urges...until they had unloaded their potently huge testicles into her two stuffed feminine ducts and their foul and excessive loads were running in tacky, coiled rivulets out both her spasm seized feminine openings.

Only after those beasts had thoroughly used and emptied themselves into her would she be permitted by their subsequent inactivity to even attempt to stand on her own two feet!

But she quickly noted to herself, once freed of Loki-Kai penis impalement enslavement, that once the beasts had been satisfied by her, (Serviced all too eagerly by her seriously way too worked up body, she feared.), and just like the beasts' Human male counterparts as she had been told so often by Human Mages around uncountable campfires, her Loki-Kai ravagers quickly lost interest in her 'charms' and literally fell asleep at her feet, no more than a step from where they had been 'serviced'.

So in the long run, at least, she had defied Desiree's desire to permanently crush her will for she had been, eventually, able to rise from the ashes of her, hopefully, short term demeaning, and where the pool of spent semen had run out of her, and again confront her nemesis.

Admittedly she was in no physical shape to attack the broadly smiling Aesir as Desiree slowly, arrogantly sauntered over to her immediately after Gem's triumphant, but fearfully temporary, rising, admittedly quite unsteadily, to her feet.

"How do you feel, Elf?" Desiree smirked, eyes glancing down at the Guild Elf's quivering, full thighs.

All Gem could do at that moment was try not to sway too much and keep her gaze fixed upon the Aesir's face.

"Sore?" Desiree added, stopping some four feet from the finally still Elf.

Stiffly Gem shook her head.

"Want some more?"

Briefly looking down at the snoring beasts at her feet, she looked, hopefully without too much longing, at their long, yet completely limp, cocks between their hairy legs. When she looked back up she saw Desiree opening the waist of her long skirt.

When the skirt, the Aesir's only item of clothing, dropped to the floor, Gem hissed.

Desiree's smirk widened into a broad grin. "Your eyes are glowing, Elf!"

Gem's hands clenched alongside her own naked hips, but her fixed gaze didn't, couldn't, waver. She just couldn't pull her eyes off that glowing, eighteen inch long cock jutting into her face!

She knew what it was. She had seen it, serviced it, loved it with her mouth and soul long ago. But on 'someone' else!

That fact made no real difference in Gem's response. It didn't matter who carried it...

She WANTED it!

She NEEDED it!

It was what she had been made for!

As her clit unconsciously stiffened and her labia once again elongated and spread in wet, open invitation to Holy Meat, the Guild Elf Commander once again recognized, and unwillingly welcomed, her God Loki's Cock!

No wonder her eyes glowed!

So did that Cock!

"I am so glad you are not injured, Elf!" Desiree added. "I just know that you want to...'service'...Loki's...er...My Cock, now!"

Gem's fingernails dug into her palms as the internal battle between her instinctive submission to a glowing (Divine) cock and her Guild Elf discipline demanding resistance to the Dark Lord Aesir raged within her. Her rigid arms quivered with the raw unconscious/conscious emotions surging through her.

Then Desiree pointed at her flexing, now drooling phallus. "You do want to...'take'...this, don't you, Elf! 'Take' it within you! Comfort it with that luscious body of yours...envelope it...swallow it...suck...it!"

For the only time since Desiree's skirt had fallen, Gem's eyes rose to meet the Aesir's. The look she gave Desiree: wide wet eyes, grimacing mouth expressing great internal conflict and, worse, even greater fear as to what would win in that conflict, left no doubt as to the ultimate answer to that question...as to the final resolution to the conflict within her.

"I thought so..." Desiree simply replied, then turned and walked back to her 'throne'.

Gem caught herself staring at the Aesir's rolling, working buttocks as she walked away. For some reason, completely alien to her Guild consciousness, she wanted to run her tongue up and down that deep, long asscrack...

Then she caught herself licking her lips while staring at Desiree's big, round butt. Hastily she sucked her tongue back into her mouth with a rather loud slurp.

Desiree turned and then sat down on her throne-like chair. Spreading her thighs, her nuts, massive and oval in a hairless, wrinkled sac, rolled off the end of the seat and bounced painfully off the front of the chair. They hung a good foot below the base of Desiree's...Loki's...Cock.

The Cock thrust straight up, its cum covered cockhead slipping neatly between the bottoms of Desiree's massive, jutting jugs.

Suddenly Gem shuddered and she inhaled air raggedly and loudly. At that moment she couldn't recall ever being as impressed, sexually, by any other vision than Desiree's prick jutting up before her!

It was the most erotic thing she had ever experienced.

Gem's conscious mind, with the benefit of memory, told her, of course, that when she had seen Sir Roger, and had his equally large and glowing Cock thrust into her face that night by the stream, it had been equally arousing and imposing. But emotionally, right then, nothing could distract her from the almost worshipful gaze of her eyes upon that divine dick!

Abruptly, within her, the battle subsided.

The victor had been chosen.

The Elf was hooked!

"Do you want to...service me?" Desiree said, her smirk never wavering.

Gem almost nodded, very near eagerly nodded. But, at the very last instant, she stopped herself. But her first response had been to agree with the Aesir!

Desiree's smile broadened. She wrapped her right hand around the massive columnar base of the towering prick, and could only get half way around. But it would be enough...

Her hand squeezed the cock, like it was a massive tube of toothpaste, and an inch thick worm of coiled jism oozed out the inch long slit at the tip and began hanging, and swaying, its way down the feet long shaft.

Gem gnawed on her lower lip, her eyes following every sweep of the foot long wadd worm.

"Wanna taste?" Desiree offered in a totally sexy, completely evil, husk.

Gem suddenly, consciously, wanted to shake her head in denial. Only, she couldn't!

Couldn't!

"Come here!" Desiree suddenly barked.

"N...No!" Gem croaked through a dry, constricted throat. She knew the inside of her quivering thighs were wet. Wet with her pussy juice.

She was so hot!

"Come here and I will let you suck me!" Desiree added. "Suck until I cum!"

With those words her mouth flooded with saliva. That swaying, foot long strand of cum looked so...delicious!

Suddenly the Elf's eyes closed and her lower lip quivered. All Gem could think about then was sucking...sucking huge, hot glowing cock!

But...her consciousness desperately added.

Wasn't it especially satisfying sucking Sir Roger's cock! You owe your allegiance to...

Not this...Aesir's!

Suddenly the urge to walk...no, crawl, over to Desiree and humbly deep throat a gallon of goop out of her, subsided a little.

But not the arousal. Not the NEED to serve...to service that towering, glowing organ!

"I have a need for a good cocksucker!" Desiree added calmly. "Look at my need!" she added, pumping her cock clutching hand once up to the glans.

When the hand stopped at the flared crown of the cockhead, Gem moaned hungrily like a starving slut.

A literal torrent of cum had boiled up out the tip of the glans as that hand milked Desiree's Cock. Had to be a good cup or more of spooge that cascaded down over the pudcap and covered Desiree's jacking hand! Her hand and cockhead suddenly resembled a cupcake over-iced by a child, with long gooey strands of melting spooge-icing drooling off the cupcake to the floor far below.

The sight, and smell, of all that divine wadd unhinged the already seriously mind-fucked Gem.

Drool suddenly appeared running down her chin.

Her abruptly empty and famished stomach began to growl.

"Hungry, Gem?" Desiree chuckled, waving her goo covered cock before the now enthralled Guild Elf. "You are a cocksucker, aren't you, Gem? If you feed on your horse, surely you will enjoy suckling your Goddess! Come here, show me what kind of cocksucker you were back when your God possess this! I promise you can keep...swallow...everything you can suck out of me!"

With a pitiful, slutty moan, Gem stepped forward, wet, wide open eyes fixed on her next 'meal'...

Desiree recalled the Guild Elf's blow job as she slowly pulled 'her' Loki Cock back a good foot out of the Elf's clinging, sucking bowels. Yes, Gem had been good to the Aesir...very good! Her mind's image of the Elf, bent over before her, jaws straining and cheeks bloated with massive divine cockhead, was impressed with crystal clarity in her memory as she drove her cock back into the squealing Elf's widely expanded bowels.

As the Aesir began pumping her divine organ in and out of Gem's tortured, distorted butt opening in powerful, rhythmic foot long strokes, and the Guild Elf pinned to the bed beneath her wailed and howled to rattle the windows and flicker the flames in the lamps overhead, Desiree's mental image became a motion picture...

Gem, standing before her and between her own spread and stiff legs. Gem, bent at the waist, one dwarfed hand, hardly able to get halfway around the Loki Cock's wickedly wide and slab sided shaft, flying up and down the precum and saliva (Elf saliva!) soaked pole while her other hand was buried in the Aesir's low hanging scrotum, alternately between clutching and milking each of her softball sized testicles. Gem, slobber hanging from her chin, cheeks bulging in the outline of the crown of Desiree's cockhead, choking and slurping on that endlessly drooling glans.

Desiree, slumped down on her throne, heavy lidded eyes fixed on the top of the Elf cocksucker's head, smiled dreamily as her new pet sextoy snorted and choked, slurped and gagged in eager and sincere oral service.

This is just what she should have Queen Thora do, right in-front of her army, as soon as her Loki Kai finish with them!

But Gem was truly hungry, and truly eager to service that Cock (if not its present 'owner')! And when Guild Elves are hungry for cock, divine or equine, makes no difference, they can be good!

Very Good!

"Oh, you delicious little cocksucker!" Desiree cried out after only minutes of devout oral devotion!

With a syrupy pop the Elf slipped the massively swollen, maroon glans out of her maw and began rubbing the underside against and across her bright ruby lips.

Ruby red lips parting in rhythm with the passing divine dong to emit a superhumanly quick, long, and awesomely talented lingus to enrapt and buff said glans, she expertly (For she had had much practice over some two thousand years with the pietistic Prick's original 'Owner'!) polished the pre-cum gushing cockhead to a maximally swollen, glowing maroon sheen.

Delicious pussy-pink lips that broke out in a sweet sixteen smile in eager and honest anticipation of the slimy, lumpy, stringy reward Desiree's jumping prick was about to be forced to deliver.

That jacking hand, soaked in holy precum and Guild spit, became a furiously dedicated blur as Gem's other hand tried to crush the ball it clutched at that moment.

"OOOOHHH!" the Aesir moaned, glowing, formerly triumphant eyes closing and jaw dropping in utter sexual defeat. Now Desiree acknowledged that she could no longer deny that the Elf had delivered a truly mortal blow! The burn surged up through her, from her tight nut-bag, up into her, to the base of her rock hard and throbbing Elf sticker. The burn shot up her pole like lava through a volcano...

No wonder...Men...loved head!

"Please!?" Gem begged, like a little girl asking for candy. Her red hot, cinnamon tinted breath bathed Desiree's doomed glans in a perfect storm of sensuous, spew demanding, dripping wet moist heat. To a metaphysical godcock possessing demon, or a mere Human Male with Loki's Cock, the inflection, timing, volume, tone, everything about that voice was perfect...

"YES!" roared the Aesir as her lava breached her piss slit opening; as her towering, maximally swollen and flushed Loki Cock turned into Mount St. Helens...

"Yes!" cooed the 'little girl' Gem, her wide open and brightly flashing eyes fixed on the suddenly dilating piss slit just off and under her nose. With violent expulsion, the first half cup sized glob of boiling hot eggwhite spewed out the wide open piss slit at the cock tip to splat directly in the center of Elven forehead to immediately begin its slimy drooling odyssey down between her eyes and over the bridge of her dainty, little Elf nose.

Gem's eyes crossed in slavishly following its every stream and gooey, dripping descent down to her waiting, grinning, ruby red lips.

"Grunt!" went Desiree with another jerk of her hips, enslaved now to the jacking and milking hands of the Cock enthralled Elf. Another gush, not as powerfully propelled but nearly twice the amount as the first belched out and right into Gem's smiling, open mouth.

"Slurp! Gulp! Hmmm!" when the Elf, her eyes closing in utter culinary bliss as that near cupful of high quality, low calorie man-protein became woman-Elf-food.

"Oh yes!" went the orgasm possessed Dark Lord Mage as another gob of goo besmirched Gem's angelic, leering face.

"Slurp!" went the Guild Elf as superhuman lingus claimed each glob in record time.

And so it went, Desiree most generously delivering as Gem greedily devoured a good quart of red hot, high protein demonic spooge. Eventually the Aesir would drench the Elf jackoff queen's adorable head, face, hair, even her long pointed ears, in tacky testicle-pudding.

And Gem would dutifully, and eagerly, lick every single gram of the stuff up!

But now memories of approaching oral orgasm were being matched by anal reality! Desiree returned to, was forced to, reality with her cock already throbbing and swollen, with a sensation that again resembled lava boiling up a volcano. Only she was getting literally the opposite of a blow job from the howling, thrashing, multiple orgasmic Elf under her.

Damn, but that Elf butt could suck on you! she told herself as she mindlessly kept pumping away, helplessly driving herself to yet another massive spewgasm into that delightful Guild Elf, Gem!

Desiree hoped Thora would be so accomplished when she got into the Queen's ass!

Gem, for her part, was no longer of this, or any other, world. Having an eighteen inch long godcock plow your defenselessly presented and offered up Guild Elf ass did 'things' to your feminine mind! She had long lost track of the numbers and length of time that she had been, originally unwillingly, but lately all too dutifully, energetically, and oh so ungrudgingly exploding in wanton and raw, monstrously butt hole and bowel expanded orgasm under and around Desiree's awesome and omnipotent sex weapon. Her butt fucked mind had lost track of everything; where she was, who she was, who was riding and pounding her upturned, full and widely parted backside...except the mind destroying impact of the wondrous demonic organ plowing between her bulging cheeks!

Gem's hoarse wails and crystal shattering squeals were not a problem to Desiree in her most satisfying thrusts between Guild Elf meat-loaf. Others, admittedly mostly Human, before had squealed and howled just as loudly...even if from much less penetration than this Guild Elf could accommodate. The hired help had learned, long ago, to ignore the 'sounds' that came from Desiree's bedroom!

The overwhelmed Elf's frantically clawing nails, on both her feet and hands, had long ago shredded Desiree's bed clothes, but the Aesir could care less! This Elf was giving her one of the best fucks in some five centuries, and she knew well that she was about to unload with Olympian force and volume into that delightful ass in about six...more...strokes...

As the Aesir approached her inevitable spewgasm, she planted her hands upon Gem's shoulders, driving the nearly mindless fuck-doll into her rent mattress. Eyes wide and white, glaring down in total triumph upon Gem's still curly, though sweat drenched hair, the Aesir roared her vanquishment of the Guild Elf Commander, "I've got you now, Guild Elf Bitch! Thought you could resist me? Thought you could defeat me? Foolish pussy! That's it! Cum your little Guild Elf brains out! I'll have you suck your breakfast out of me every morning...once I've finished with your army and Queen! Think about it, Bitch! You'll have the honor of watching me fuck your Queen Thora in the ass after I rape your army! Does that sound good? Fun? Well, does it, fuck-Bitch!"

"Squeal! Wail! Fuck! Yes! Don't stop! Ever! I love you...your cock! More! PLEASE! MORE! Squeal! WAIL!" Gem replied, sincerely if not also hysterically.

Desiree was gasping and panting, her voice growing hoarse as her own magnificent and titanic climax, in a wild rush, overwhelmed even her glory saturated consciousness. Nearly deranged, she roared out a barely coherent babble of near insane sexual ranting as her plunging, arm thick Loki Cock began its final pre-orgasmic jerking, "Fuck Thora...I'll fuck that big titted...fuck-Queen into the mattress...her ass...just like this one...tight...hot...sucking for my baby...fuck her!...just like her...MY slut, Bitch Gem!...Gem...GEM...so tight!...Oh fuck!"

Then she held, abruptly, completely buried, tetanically, in the squirming, squealing butt fuck broken Guild Elf thrashing beneath her. Finally, after a single, eon long count, and with just a simple grunt of warning, Desiree jerked once.

And Gem's eyes popped open, streaming brilliant, blinding light. Like massive searchlights, silently Gem's huge, glowing orbs illuminated Desiree's bedroom's far wall.

Another count, then the Guild Elf screamed.

Acknowledging her new mistress' well earned orgasm...

From her Mistress' ass buried godcock.

As Gem's screams renewed, with fresh vigor and renewed volume, the Guild Elf's normally flat belly steadily, dramatically swelled as violent, copious spews of Aesir derived and genetically engineered god-spew filled her colon. Quickly thereafter said bowels began to growl.

Real loud and very long.

Desiree simply moaned as her ass buried cock jerked rhythmically, and spewed violently, far, far up the tetanic Guild Elf's guts.

Gem merely howled her lungs out in honor of her new Mistress and her Mistress' divine Cock...

Roger held himself up on his hands and feet, arched over a still howling, spasming Miriam who was, in turn, arched over the the end of the log near the blazing fire in the Guild Elf camp. Teeth clenched in an enamel cracking grimace, he tried to withstand the near painful, almost unbearable pleasure of his-just-finished-spewing-into-Guild-Elf-bowels ass swallowed cock being mercilessly milked and seemingly suckled inside out by Miriam's wildly growling and reflexively convulsing bowels.

Bowels he had just finished filling with what had felt like a good gallon of spooge!

Finally, after a herculean, and all too gentlemanly effort by Roger to fuck her into her normal Guild Elf self, the Elf under him collapsed over the log into a meaty puddle of fucked female flesh and her furiously cock grabbing guts mercifully released his still monstrous, still buried prick. With a most grateful sigh, Roger gently, slowly relaxed.

Then, planting his hands upon the log on each side of the now quiet Elf, he started the...sensitive process of extracting eighteen inches of arm thick divine dick from her finally quiet bowels.

She still squealed most sexily when, with an especially loud, syrupy pop, he finally got his fist sized glans out past her still clenching anal sphincter.

Quickly turning around, Roger collapsed upon his own butt alongside the still draped-over-the-log Miriam, using the log as his back rest. For a long minute he worked to catch his breath while Miriam's guts continued to growl.

Finally, with some resemblance of normal respiration, he looked over at where the Human Mage and Guild Elf had been engaged in their sexual life or death struggle. Flare was still on her back, but Hermione's arm was no longer buried in her. Instead, the schoolgirl Mage was sitting on Flare's face!

Straddling the Elf's delicious face, thighs on each side of Flare's cheeks, Hermione was facing away from him, thus giving him a most impressive view of her splayed apart, schoolgirl quality asscheeks with Flare's chin peaking out her asscrack. Occasionally he saw the Elf's prehensile tongue slash through that crack, lubricating it before apparently plunging deeply into teen vagina and womb.

Hermione was squealing and wailing in utter delight, triumphantly squirming all over Flare's pussy enwrapped face, drenching it in the girl's clear, sweet juice.

"The Mage really fist-fucked Flare...your Flare," came from his left. He turned to see the third Elf, the one who had held down Miriam, standing between him and the still shuddering Guild Elf Commander.

She was quite naked. Deliciously, magnificently, blatantly naked!

She was staring with a big, hopeful smile at his still huge prick jutting straight up from his loins.

Staring hungrily!

Then he noticed that his prick not only hadn't lost its erection, but had maintained a near continuous dribble of precum, too!

"It was a shame you didn't see it!" she went on, only momentarily pulling her near adoring eyes from his prick to his face. "I've never seen a Guild Elf so fucked by a Human, Mage or not!"

Roger looked back at where Hermione was cuming all over Flare's straddled face. He could hear the Elf slurping girl twat from where he sat!

"Flare...YOUR Flare, is obliged to service the Human for as long as the Victor wants!" the Elf said, quickly and smoothly dropping to the side of her hips alongside him. "Looks to me that Flare will be licking that pussy all night!"

Roger looked into her face...her naturally gorgeous face...planted just off his nose and suddenly she had taken his stiff bone in her hand!

Starting up a most competent jackoff, she went on, "Yes, M'Lord! Looks like YOUR Flare won't have any time for this, tonight!" Her hand sped up.

Roger's legs stiffened and it was all he could do to not moan as his meat belched tons more precum to coat and drool down his swollen glans. Once again he couldn't believe this place! He had just had the most delicious, ball draining butt fuck of a gorgeous bubble butt Elf, and this Elf had him up and going with just a couple strokes of her hand!

Was this place great or what?

He looked over at the two lesbians, but he quickly realized that the other Elf was right. Flare probably couldn't even see him, what with Hermione's twat wrapped around her face!

The cockhandling Elf, too, was not waiting for him! She leaned across his stomach from his left side, his meat jacked in her competent right hand while her left went fishing between his legs for a pair of oversized man-eggs!

Roger gawked at the back of her head and the top of her smooth, svelte back as he felt her hot, wet breath on his cockhead. Then she cooed...

Cooed!

And razor sharp claws dug viciously into his left testicle.

She had found them!

Now Roger moaned! He moaned like the pitiful male he was, in the clutches of a female sexual predator, intent on making his balls her next trophy! Even though she faced his gunky, goo drooling cock, he could visualize her leer at the jumping prick in her hand as long strands of tacky babystuff hung and swung from his glans' crown, her jacking knuckles, her too close chin. Her eyes were wide and glowing, fixed on the semantic mess she had made of him! Her pride, the pride of the Guild, to be able to take any male, horse, human (while alive), demonic, or Divine and make him...MAKE him produce vast quantities of testicle-jello for their culinary satisfaction...was at stake!

Her hand sped up further as her wicked claws switched balls.

Roger moaned in utter and complete male submission to female, Guild Elf female, manipulative talent! Oh damn could these little sex-bunnies handle a man!

Then he felt that tongue! That heavenly, inhuman, hot, wet, and raspy tongue dragged slowly, excruciatingly slowly, across the surface of the gunk covered glans that faced her. Scrapping off a wide swathe of man-icing...

His catatonic legs jumped and quivered as she tormented him with that devilish lingus of the man dominating Guild! As his appendages thrashed and jerked on the ground, he could just imagine the shit (or cum)-eating grin on the Elf as she slowly, maliciously lapped across the top of his swollen, maroon colored glans.

Slowly, deliberately, she filled and covered her over foot long tongue with his tacky testicular effluent.

When she swallowed him...his man-pudding, actually, though once part of him, nonetheless...the 'gulp' seemed to echo off the Impassible Mountains!

She looked back at him, then, a big, exultant smile on her gorgeous face. Two long worms of coiled manstuff, each at least a half foot long, hung down from her lower lip over her chin, one on each side of her mouth.

As she turned back to renew her torture of him, both worms noisily joined their brothers in her merciless maw.

Wide eyed himself, now Roger watched the back of her head in growing anxiety and...yes...fear. This time it was dropping!

Then red hot and sloppy-moist heat enveloped his pud!

With a mortal wince, Roger's eyes closed and his head limply dropped. Even before he could moan in surrender, the Elf's slurping and gulping nosily started up.

The brilliantly blond haired head dropped further and, with a loud gag, another three inches of Loki Cock shaft disappeared into Elf head.

Roger could only moan! So good! Guild Elf head...giving head...was so...good!

Then, "What about us?" came from above and to his left!

Slowly looking up after a glance at the now bobbing blond head under his chin, Roger saw the other two Elves standing over him. Both had glowing eyes and wide, toothy grins as they leered down at what remained unswallowed of his towering prick.

"Don't we get any, M'Lord?" came the half-whine from the Elf on his right.

"Uh!" Roger astutely replied.

The cocksucker bobbing eagerly under his chin swallowed another three inches of him! She was now bobbing over a good half foot of shaft!

Bobbing most liquidly and effectively! His groped balls were already tightening in anticipation of Elven feeding to come!

"Please?!" they whined in unison like the pair of sex-tarts hungry for divine dick that they were.

Roger's cock jerked violently in response to their plea, nearly knocking the cocksucker's teeth out! Abruptly, with a loud sloppy pop, she pulled, temporarily Roger sincerely hoped, off his jerking pudcap.

Looking up at the whining, nervously hopping Elven cocksucker-wannabees, she brusquely said, "Look, you want some of this, you're gonna half to wait for seconds! Now, get down here and wet down his balls so I can get mine!"

As the sweet-16 smiling, imprisoning (both mentally and legally) teenaged-youthful physiqued Elves nodded like schoolgirls being offered candy, Roger looked from one delightfully beaming, innocent looking face to the other.

In spite of their awesome, ball tightening and VERY exposed nakedness, they looked so innocent in the face! Their facial expressions screamed: Jailbait!

Then they dropped to their knees alongside him, about to show the "old man" how wrong he was about their 'experience'!

All three Elves heads immediately continued to descend...

Roger had to gasp as the first Elven cum vampire once again engulfed, in one male will crushing swallow, about half of his jutting bone into her furnace-like mouth and throat!

Then the other two, after yanking his thighs wide apart with no nonsense strength and NO permission asked or granted, dropped their innocent 'looking' faces between his obscenely wide spread legs, their dripping wet and flicking tongues already out.

"Jeeesus!" Roger gasped, his head dropping back to thump against the log, as twin red hot and soggy meat-whips applied themselves to his wide open and defenseless babymakers. As he began tossing his head side to side, the twin man-destroyers soaked down and hard boiled his nuts...

While the third Elf determinedly, effectively, and relentlessly swallowed his jerking meat!

Roger was whining for mercy...for a quick and merciful execution...when the cocksucker reached the awesome point where a mere three inches of manhood yet remained outside of Guild Elf lips and throat.

All three petite, luscious, male dominating supernatural beasts ignored the 'pussy-whipped' male. In fact, all his whining got him was each nut lapping Elf simply shut him up by abruptly gulping down each of his testicles into their boiling hot mouths! When their teeth closed behind each monstrous mouthful of man, Roger shut up!

Then the first Elf began bobbing. In foot long bobs she sent her head up and down, up and down, and Roger's cockhead throbbed and jerked as it travelled up and down the Elf's tight, stuffed throat.

"I'm gonna cum!" Roger moaned pitifully, his eyes shut, his head tossing back and forth.

"Uh huh!" Went all three mouth stuffed Elves in unison. All three whose mouths were stuffed with Roger!

"Please! Please let me cum!" Roger now pleaded. Pleaded for mercy.

He couldn't believe how...good it felt! Without thinking he reached out with both hands and found two delicious pairs of full, jutting butt-cheeks waiting for him!

Damn but whoever of these Elves he was clutching were wet! Soaking wet between the legs!

Unseen by the writhing, whimpering Roger, the cocksucking Elf, without releasing her meaty catch, nodded to the ball-lickers, who nodded back. Then she smoothly, quickly, and all too easily, swallowed that last bit of him...

BONG! That did it! roared through Roger's fried brain. Just that little extra bit...just completely swallowing all eighteen plus inches of arm thick Loki Cock was all it took to set him off! As his jaw dropped and his eyes closed, Roger nodded slowly, acknowledging Guild Elf triumph.

Then he felt...teeth on his eggs! Teeth! Hard, SHARP, canines and incisors running over, nipping playfully (?) at, and then setting upon as if about to bite into his most precious protein makers as if they were apples!

Opening his eyes, he saw each of the former testicle lappers, now, literally, possible nut eaters, staring back at him, each of his jewels clutched in their maximally stretched open oral maws!

About to bite down!

The oral, but non-verbal, message was crystal clear. Human male or not...Divine God or not...Cum...now!

Roger got the message!

Suddenly the cocksucker was gagging and retching so loudly the sloppy sounds were echoing off the Impassable Mountains as Roger proceeded to unload down her throat in a wild, panic driven spewgasm! His first spurt so filled and plugged her gullet that the second violent spew shot right out of her flared nostrils...

Each nostril directed jet of 100% male reproductive protein each hit one of the ball threatening Elves right on the tip of her beautiful little nose!

And stuck!

The two ball tormentors became anchored to the gagging, desperately swallowing, and throat stuffed meat eater though their semantically connected noses!

That is until Roger's third eruption, which blinded one eye of each Elf...

That was the end of Roger's conscious memory. His mind melted into bliss as his magnificent Loki Cock continued to shoot down the Elf's bottomless pit of a digestive tract and out both her flared nostrils. The other two Elves didn't seem to mind, remaining with their heads half around each of his balls, their faces rhythmically and gradually iced with Roger's endless coiled, wormy, nostril ejected manchowder.

Was this place great or what?!

Slowly Roger realized that he was regaining consciousness. Slowly he made out the still bright fire, glowing away in a world of dense, swirling fog. As time crawled by, the fire's glow became more clear. As did the towering Impassible Mountains...the two deliciously naked females across from him, oh so deliciously entwined...the heads just under his chin, looking up at him with big, toothy grins.

With shit eating, or spunk eating, grins...

Three heads staring up at him...

"My turn!" squeaked the sweet Elven face on the right...the face with thick, coiled, inches long worms of HIS babystuff hanging and swaying from the tip of her nose and chin, and tackily quivering upon both her cheeks...the face whose hands now firmly...determinedly...greedily held his still huge, still swollen, still towering divine dick!

The Elven face in the middle, obviously that of the former cocksucker, smiled at the right Elf and nodded her head, then said, "Be my guest!"

It came out as a barely recognizable croak.

Her vocal cords must have had an inch thick coating of his spooge!

"He's got plenty more!" she croaked in addition. "Plenty for everyone!" Then she moved aside to grip his softball sized right nut.

Roger shuddered when he saw the look on her luscious...determined...HUNGRY face!

She just opened wide and...

GULP!

Again Roger's head thumped back upon the log and bliss derived insensitivity slowly, relentlessly took possession of him.

He couldn't help it! He couldn't resist that vacuumous throat! And when her 'assistants' gripped his nuts in their overwhelming, powerful, merciless hands...

Roger never before screamed when he had been sucked off. Not even with Flare!

He screamed for this cock gnawing Elf Bitch!

Nice and loud.

However, not to suggest that this raging sex battle was completely one sided, Roger did manage to salvage some masculine honor...

Within seconds of his humiliating wail of consummate male submission to FEMALE Elf suck talent, gloriously his male weapon abruptly shot a bolt of pure colloidal jism with such force, density, and mass as to blow the cocksucker's head clean off his pud! Even in his mindless blow and hand-job induced condition, in his boiling mind's eye, he could visualize the look of utter awe on the Elf's face as she looked down at the swollen prick that had just ejected her cranium from over and around his cockhead! Eyes and mouth open, long strands of gunk hanging and drooling out said mouth, she could only watch in utter shock as his piss slit opened again and another bolt of babystuff, at least a half cup of eggwhite, spewed against and over about half of her face!

Furthermore, before the first gooey testicular insult had been registered in her shocked feminine brain, another, even more massive, blast of manly protein pride drenched the other half of her lush, no longer clean face!

Within two minutes her face resembled that of an actress in a Three Stooges flic who had just had her face pushed into an inches thick icing coated wedding cake!

The other two Elves could only sit there and stare as their partner was drenched and humiliated with divine spooge! They, too, were as awed as the victim!

Roger just sat there, panting wildly in jolting aftershocks, glorying in his post-orgasmic male semi-consciousness. For long minutes he sat against the log, his chest rising and falling, his own shit-eating grin creasing his face.

Then, some triumphant minutes later, came the third Elven voice, "My turn!"

Throwing spunk to the ground, the second cocksucker nodded once, then moved to the side. By the time Roger could focus his eyes, the third Elf was on her knees between his still wide spread legs, her hands filled with his still huge, still towering, but now quite messy sex pole.

Her mouth was wide open.

Wide open and descending...

With another desperate moan, Roger's head thumped back again against the log.

The sounds of loud and forced gagging replaced it.

Roger was finally alone...

Still panting...still furiously erect...at least now his was cleaned off. As cleaned off as a pair of terribly talented and dedicated Elven lips could clean him! Now the three cocksuckers were in a little bunch close to the fire.

Cleaning every left over bit of him...his tacky wadd...from their shiny faces!

At least he satisfied everyone...he thought, panting like an old man. Satisfying three Guild Elves was an accomplishment...for a man of any age! And, he added with great pride, I'm still hard as a rock!

"You have enough for me?" then came from his left!

Looking over, his jaw dropped as he saw Miriam standing there, her eyes locked on his, again, drooling glans!

Won't this ever end? he wailed to himself.

I hope not! he answered himself!

"Uh, Lady Miriam, you are...er...cured?"

She smiled broadly, and hungrily. Without taking her eyes off the prize, she began lowering herself to her knees, "Let me show you, M'Lord!"

Then, without warning, a roar that reminded Roger of huge kite or glider passing overhead flooded the campsite. And instant later a brief but rapid breeze ruffled beautifully curled, brilliantly blond hair all over said campsite.

Miriam instantly looked around, all business, "What was that?"

Roger had the answer to his question about Lady Miriam's condition.

Then he heard a scream, and suddenly a kicking, screaming body was tumbling out of the inky blackness of the sky.

Right at him!

With an "OOF!" he caught the figure, through no great skill of his own...his arms just happened to be in the right place. The figure squirmed and struggled for a moment, until she realized she was not longer falling.

And the figure was definitely a she!

A quite naked female! Very naked, and very attractively so!

A lusciously naked female of slight stature and pointed ears...

An Elf!

Then she looked at Roger.

Stryker!

"You!" gasped the Elf.

"You!" simultaneously gasped Roger.

Then Roger's huge prick began spanking the buff Elf on her rock hard asscheeks. It sounded like clapping hands...

"Dragonshaft!" Stryker cried, looking around wide eyed and frantically while simultaneously trying to climb out of Roger's arms. "Dragonshaft, where are you? Don't leave me! I need you! I need your cock!" She rapidly became hysteric.

Then she refocused those wild and white, oriental-Elf eyes upon the face in whose arms she was struggling. "Let me go, Man-beast!" she howled most indignantly. "I must get back to my...Master!"

Roger, his hands literally full with the most effectively struggling Stryker, could only shake his head in negation.

"Dragonshaft?!" Miriam gasped, jumping up, suddenly all business...Guild Elf business. She turned to the knot of three Elves by the fire. "Dragon!" she barked at them, commanding out of habit.

Before Roger even noticed it, before he could have noticed it with Stryker slowly but steadily worming out of his grasp, Miriam and the three former cute and luscious Elven cocksuckers were now deadly serious Guild Elf warriors with swords in their hands, their collective vision scanning the dark, calm sky.

Roger, no longer having the luxury of splitting his concentration between two different groups of Guild Elves, was sweating and struggling, and now steadily losing, with Stryker.

She was strong!

And she certainly wanted back at that Dragon!

Then Flare, naked but armed to the teeth, appeared at his feet! She glanced at Stryker, then, offering not one bit of aid to Roger (he instantly noticed), cast her eyes skyward, too. "Lady Miriam," she nodded once in salute. "You are...cured?"

Miriam silently turned her back on Flare. Flare's eyes widened as she, and everyone else in camp, saw the wide, oval hole between her buttocks, right over her formerly much tighter anus.

Flare looked back at Roger, then. She had a tight smile. "You are cured, alright!" she said...to Roger!

Roger, now seriously struggling with the powerful Elf in his arms, sheepishly smiled back.

Then a loud crunch from behind him turned him around. As he rolled on his left side, he simply released the thrashing Guild Elf, thusly dumping Stryker upon her butt, most unceremoniously.

For once the buff Elf remained motionless, staring in shock up at the no longer paying-attention-to-her Roger.

From the inky blackness a figure slowly appeared.

A huge figure.

A reptilian figure.

A dragon!

"Dragonshaft!" Lady Miriam growled.

The beast made a clumsy effort to bow to the deliciously naked, homicidally...dragoncidally armed Guild Elf Commander. His huge prick, titanically oversized even compared to Roger's holy lance, jutted out a good foot farther than Loki's ever did.

But, thought Roger smugly in compensation, Loki's didn't need an additional foot plus. His was 'just right!' for its task...

"What do you want?" Miriam barked as the other Elves, including Flare, stepped up towards the suddenly white eyed Dragon, all brandishing their weapons.

"You, My Lady!" it replied in a thin, but booming voice.

"What?!" Miriam gasped, suddenly nonplussed.

"Its true!" he went on. "The Aesir Desiree made a deal with me...exchange my friend Stryker for a new friend, you!"

"What?!" Miriam sputtered, losing patience with such reptilian mental directness and...simplicity, "How dare you? What makes you think...Do you even think...I have no desire to...OOO!"

"Stryker learned to love my cock!" the Dragon interrupted, his mental processes locked on the one train of thought started in him by his 'deal' with Desiree. A train of 'thought' not to be diverted. "So will you!" he chuckled (as well as a lip-less, oversized lizard could). His eyes fixed on Miriam's shiny, bald cameltoe. "Elves like big things in between their legs!" he added in what passed for high philosophy in Dragon debate in Lokin.

Miriam was shaking, but not in uncontrolled lust for Dragon-lance impalement. "OOOO!...Of all the nerve...Desiree does not have the right to give away me or any other Elf! Not even our Queen can do that!...I...I...I...refuse! Now depart, or deal with this!" And Miriam swung her sword over her head, making the very air whistle.

Uncommanded, as if they were a troop of warrior ballerinas, the four other Guild Elves repeated the gesture, in perfect coordination and timing.

Dragonshaft jumped back, making the ground shake. He had learned, long ago, not to face even one irate Elf armed even with just a sword, better yet five armed to the pussy...er...teeth! Rising up to his full height, with all the prim and proper attitude of a just rejected suitor, he indignantly replied, "You are not fair, Guild Elf! I have met my side of the agreement! Desiree said I could have one of you to fuck, if I returned My Friend Styker! This is not fair to me! I deserve a Friend to fuck! You owe me, Elves! I want Stryker back, then!"

Stryker immediately screamed, "Yes!"

Miriam, just as quickly, replied, "No!"

Stryker started to jump up, to run back to the horse hung lizard.

Roger just managed to grab her around her diminutive waist.

With awesome reflexes Stryker backhanded him, viciously, nearly snapping his neck in turning his head around to his shoulder!

He just managed to get mentally collected from the blow in time to hastily grab her left ankle as she scrambled over the log. When he tugged, the Elf fell over the log with an "OOF!"

Immediately she kicked him with her other foot! But before Roger lost his only grip upon her, Flare's foot came down in the small of her back, securely pinning her across the log. Then Flare turned her attention back to the Dragon.

Seeing that Stryker wasn't going to get away on her own, the super-lizard considered attacking. Then Dragonshaft quickly realized he was seriously outnumbered, even though he outweighed the five Elves by a good three times. In his limited reptilian brain, though, he still could realize when retreat was the better part of valor.

But it still didn't feel good to leave without a hot, wet pussy to stick his always hard dick into! "You have wronged me, Guild Elf! I'll be back! I have friends! Smart friends! They will know what to do to armed Elves who go around naked and wet just to tease males like me! You owe me! You will accept that debt before I am done! I'll get even! I'll get even...with this!"

Then he thumped his tree trunk of a cock on the ground. It felt like a geological fault had given way underfoot.

With the next backward step-hop he disappeared into the blackness surrounding the camp. Soon the roar of earlier swept again over the campsite, only this time seemingly moving away instead of overhead.

Roger rubbed his shoulder, where Stryker most effectively kicked him. He looked up at where Flare still held Stryker down over the log with her foot. Flare was at least smiling at him.

"M'Lord!" she said, her smile broadening. "You have another mercy to perform!" Then her eyes dropped to Stryker's still Guild Elf full and firm ass draped atop the apex of the log.

Roger's eyes followed Flare's and, from his vantage point behind the log and at ground level, he looked right up the buff Elf's deep, dark asscrack to her pink butthole.

Her flexing, wet butthole!

Not another one! Roger moaned to himself! Was he going to have to butt-fuck every damn Elf here, tonight?

Suddenly his jumping up to over eighteen inch long, (Australian) beer can thick, wormy pre-cum drooling erection Loki Cock answered for him!

Hope so!

When Roger looked back up at Flare, she had Hermione standing next to her.

Standing right next to her!

Actually wrapped partially around each other!

That was one Guild Elf he didn't need to worry about fucking tonight! he told himself ruefully as the Schoolgirl Mage ran a sweet, dainty innocent girl hand down Flare's inhumanly firm and flat, and now jumping, belly and then deeply and possessively between the Guild Elf's (HIS Guild Elf's!) thighs!

As Flare's eyes closed in male defying lesbian bliss, and her jaw dropped in (temporary, Roger fervently hoped) sexual enslavement to a Hogwarts Honey's magical Sapphic skill, the new God of Lokin realized that there were worse fates than having to spend an evening by a roaring campfire, after a ice cold mug of delicious ale and a brisket of juicy meat, burying your indefatigable God-Organ between numerous pairs of absolutely perfect, hentai peerless, Grade A prime cut tail meat-loaves owned and oh-so-willingly offered up by ball-bustingly exquisite, clearly superhuman, downright metaphysical denizens of a teenaged boy's wet dream!

Well, Roger told himself as he, hopefully looking not too eager, scrambled up to mount the offered up ass of the hoarsely panting, desperately horny Stryker as Flare was dragged away...by Hermione's no nonsense grip on her stiff, little clit.

As he inserted the tip of his man-fist sized cockhead into Stryker's surprisingly non-resisting anal pore, he philosphized: Even a God must make sacrifices!