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.

23. The Charge of the Guild Elf Brigade or H

"So, Elhoel is with child, eh?" Queen Embla repeated, nodding her head in troubled understanding. "Explains much in her Clan's politicking lately." Frowning, the Drow Queen turned to the three Drow standing at the foot of the torture/interrogation table. "This is most serious!" she told them.

They merely nodded...but with great gravity. This was a most serious turn in the governance of the Underdark. Especially to the governance of their Queen Embla! No Drow had ever been with child in the three thousand years of Drow civilization since Loki...departed! Furthermore, not even Loki had knocked up a Drow...

"Is it true?" the Queen asked.

"Our most trustworthy spies have confirmed the rumor..." came from her advisors.

"But Who?" then came from the small group. "Who could have done the deed?"

Embla spun on her heals, looking fiercely at the Fairy, Moonbeam, tied down to the table on her back, her stiff legs up over her sweaty, naked body. Her little feet were wide apart, but about even with her typically long Fairy ears.

The Dwarfminer, Tonhauler, was back. Standing alongside the head of the table, on the opposite side to the Queen, he was smearing his latest cup sized donation of potent, smelly precum all over the wildly panting Fairy's face with his Fairy-head sized glans.

Slowly smearing it with a big cracked tooth grin.

Clearly enjoying slowly smearing it all over Moonbeam's whimpering, lapping, wide eyed face.

Once again Moonbeam was intensely trying not to admit to the Queen, everyone there...hell, to herself, that she oh so desperately needed Tonhauler's main muscle in her! Why hadn't she followed Sir Roger through the spider cave!

She knew why! Spiders, like most ugly things, terrified her. And Fairies...no! Moonbeam! She was a coward! She just couldn't follow those brave Elves out of this place past that spider!

She was so...weak!

Now...captured by the Queen, nonetheless, she deserved what was going to happen to her!

Especially if it included Tonhauler's cock up in her!

Tonhauler was so...big!

"Who gave her this child?" the Queen barked at the vigorously spooge lapping Fairy. Not Desiree?! the Queen silently hoped. Desiree had promised her not to impregnate any Drow before her!

Through one eye, the other still filled with spooge, Moonbeam frantically replied in her well practiced lie, "It was Impaler! I saw it! He was huge and oh so powerful and demanding and he raped Elhoel until she couldn't stop cuming! Then, when she couldn't resist his huge man-organ any further, when she was cuming and screaming and begging him for a baby, he flooded her till she looked like she had swallowed a melon!" After a slight hesitation, the Fairy quickly added, "It was awful!"

"I'm sure it was!" Embla immediately replied. Then, Liar! thought the Queen, turning back to her advisors. The slut loved every minute, every impregnating spurt of him, no doubt! Her Clan are all cock-whores, like Guild Elves!

"You must have a child, My Queen!" Her main Advisor immediately advised Embla. "Elhoel will gain entirely too much political power having a child, if you do not also! At least with both of you having a child, it will be whose child is more Drow that will grant political ascendancy!"

My child will be Drow! Embla told herself. "But I cannot have a child by a...horse!" Embla replied, shuddering with just the thought of thrashing under that arrogant beast! She couldn't understand in the first place what the pleasure was in serving under such an animal! She had never before, even now she could not! How could that bitch Elhoel stand sticking her beautiful black ass up for a white animal's...for Impaler's use?

"Who, then, can impregnate you?" came from another adviser. "I have heard the rumors about a...Human...a...Man who supposedly exists with Loki's Cock..."

"Nonsense!" came from the third advisor. "Libidoblade-dreams from slutty Guild Elves! There is no such animal in Lokin! No Guild Elf, for one, better yet a Drow, would permit such a creature to survive long enough to penetrate a single female's opening!"

Embla nodded. "No doubt. But I...no one could have a proper Drow Princess from equine stock! Even if I wanted to, Impaler, even if he could impregnate...just wouldn't do for a Drow Princess!"

"That leaves..."

Embla winced, then nodded, remembering her earlier...meeting...with Desiree! "I must," she replied, resignedly. "It must be Desiree. Only she...it could impregnate me!" Then the Queen frowned. "But how can I convince her without having to give away my Kingdom?"

"My Queen," the central Advisor stepped forward. "My spies have been informing me...it appears that Desiree has been testing her new warriors...those Loki-Kai she calls them...on various Elves..."

Embla nodded, "I know," she replied, remembering how easily those beasts had bested...and thoroughly ravaged and sexually dominated her best Guards...Drow Guards.

"Well, recently she tested them against a Guild Elf Field Commander...a Lady Gem..."

"And?" Embla looked up, sudden hope on her face.

The Advisor looked down sheepishly. "I am afraid the results were similar as against all other Elves...the Guild Elf was completely fucked and is now Desiree's prize cocksucker..."

Embla's hopes collapsed, as did her hopeful face.

"But..." the Advisor went on.

"But?" Embla replied.

"The aftermath of the encounter is of some interest to me, My Queen. While the Guild Elf was completely defeated and ravished, the two Loki Kai, too, were exhausted by the combat. They took over twice as long to recover as Desiree apparently had originally intended. This may mean that Desiree may not have the forces she needs to complete her plan: Defeat the Guild Elf Army AND impregnate the Guild Elf Princess to become God of Alfheim."

Embla nodded. "I see! Naturally We shouldn't expect much from Desiree's Orc forces, not against Guild Elves. And if her Loki Kai, even if they sexually crush and dominate the Guild Elf Army, should become unable to support Desiree's move on Alfheim, how could Desiree capture and rape the Princess?"

"She will need another army to support her move. No doubt there will be pretenders...other pretenders who will take opportunistic advantage of the Guild Elf defeat to try to do the same!"

"Moira!" Embla nodded. "That bitch certainly will try to move in on Desiree's claim!"

"Even Moira will need Dark Lord Orc forces...if for nothing else but to fight the way through to the Guild Elf Princess."

"Desiree will need another army, after all!"

Another Advisor stepped in, "A Drow army? Our Army could be most welcome to Desiree under such circumstances!"

Embla's smile returned. She looked over at the Fairy, now happily lapping and loudly slurping upon the chuckling Tonhauler's slime dripping glans like a child licking an ice cream cone. Walking up to the Fairy, she reached out and grabbed Moonbeam's upturned and spread ass.

Moonbeam, with a squeak, looked wide eyed at the Drow Queen.

"Listen to me, Little Fairy," Embla began, running her hand over the petite, but perfectly rounded ass under her hand. "You like Tonhauler?"

Moonbeam looked briefly over at the grinning musclebound beast towering over, and drooling cum on, her. Unable to help it, the sweetest little smile of pure love (or lust) filled her face.

"Good!" Embla went on. "I have need of some services that you would be perfect to perform. All you need to do is switch to my side in this little political tussle Elhoel and I have presently."

Moonbeam frowned sadly. "But my Clan has always been aligned with..."

"That is the past!" Embla roared, making the little Fairy jump. "Now your future is with me!" Then Embla calmed. "And with Tonhauler, here!"

Tonhauler laughed, low and potently.

"You perform this little messenger service for me...honestly and dependably, and I will let Tonhauler keep you for a pet...a fucking pet! How does that sound, Fairy?"

Moonbeam's eyes crossed as the Dwarfminer brought his drooling cockhead over her face. "W...W...What message?" she squeaked, eyes fixed on a long coiled strand of Dwarf-spooge hanging just off her little pointed nose.

"To Desiree."

"Hisss! Not her! She'll enslave me!"

"I promise you that the only person you will be enslaved to is Tonhauler here! You will deliver a message and return with a reply! I promise Desiree will appreciate the message and let you go! How about it?"

Tonhauler let his massive and disgustingly sloppy cockhead drop upon Moonbeam's face with a loud slap, and the Fairy immediately moaned like the little cock-slut she was. Waiting only to nod her head twice, the winged slut began mouthing the monstrous meat-head with absolutely no regard for any dislocations of her jaw.

"Good!" Embla replied with her biggest smile of the day. "I knew you'd see things my way!" She looked up at the grinning Dwarfminer. "Tonhauler, why don't you keep her for the evening...let her have a...taste?...of what she will be getting regularly, once she completes the mission she starts tomorrow? Make sure she is well fed..."

Nodding, eyes fixed on the red faced, choking Fairy chowing down on his nearly swallowed pud, Tonhauler just chuckled.

A low, deep, and awesomely potent chuckle...

Desiree pushed the former 'Lady' Gem off her all too typical of late spit shined, stiffly jerking prong as the communications disk flashed into existence some feet before and above her throne. Instantly recognizing the sender, in a way she was happy Dragonshaft was pestering her now. The apparently now addicted Guild Elf was starting to become a nuisance with her endless nagging: offering the use of her full ass, permanently bald and soaked twat, or always hungry mouth in exchange for Desiree's delicious genetically engineered cum...

Perhaps there was something to that phrase: 'too much of a good thing'...

"Dragonshaft!" Desiree started, throwing her skirt over her fully erect, soaked with Gem saliva, Elf splitter. "My dear Dragonshaft! While it is always so nice to hear from you, I thought we had worked out a proper reward for your services! Has something went awry?" No doubt, she added silently, as stupid as Dragons are.

"Yes! Mistress Desiree, I have been wronged! Those tricky, dishonest Guild Elves took my pet Stryker and then wouldn't replace her! I have been wronged and desire revenge!"

Oh, by the blackest shadows of the Impassible Mountains! Desiree silently cursed. Not now! I don't have time for this now! She stroked the top of the sulking Gem's head, thinking for a moment of giving her to the Dragon, but quickly discarding the idea.

Gem, especially, was just too eager and accomplished a cocksucker. Must be all that horsecock sucking in the Field...

Desiree looked up, not smiling. "What would you have me do, my friend Dragonshaft? I am on the verge of warring with the Guild! All my attentions and actions must be focused on the upcoming battle!" And my damn Loki Kai sleep longer after fucking than Homer Simpson!

"I need help..." Dragonshaft tried to whine.

That's for sure! Desiree silently, and cruelly, added.

"I admit that I am too slow...too stupid to deal with those Guild Elves. But don't I deserve a pet? A pet I can fuck? Everyone else is fucking those Elves, why not me?"

Why not? she silently added, more sincerely. He has been cooperative, and helpful in his way. He should be rewarded...

Things were getting complicated, the closer to the battle she got. She was certain that her Loki Kai had nearly three times longer recovery times than she had originally planned for. Too long to allow her to move on Elfthring and impregnate the Princess before Moira could, once they had raped the Guild Army.

And yes, she had no disillusions about Moira. She is just waiting for Desiree to defeat Queen Thora, then Margarita is dick-fodder for the Dark Lord Consort...

Unless Desiree could get to "Her Most Fuck-able Princess" with an ARMY to stop Moira long enough for Desiree to do the dirty deed!

But she was just about certain, now, that her Loki Kai would NOT provide that army!

What to do?

Well, desperate measures call for desperate responses...

"I have friends..."the Dragon continued to ramble. "Smart friends...strong friends..."

"What do you want from me? I am sorry, but I cannot do anything directly right now. You know that! I have a battle to fight in just a day..." Then it struck her.

"'Friends'" he keeps talking about! Maybe that Dragon isn't as stupid as he makes out! There is one 'friend' of Dragonshaft that Moira would really respect! Hell, Desiree herself was scared of that macho-male monster! What if she got him released...and working for her!

And Dragonshaft was just the kind of 'buddy' who could do it!

And apparently Dragonshaft was thinking along the same lines! "I have a friend, who is imprisoned...You didn't imprison him, Moira did, I think. Long ago when Loki ruled here. He...frightens females like Moira. What if I promise that he will leave you alone...even help you against Moira...he hates Moira, you know, for imprisoning him...He could deal with those Guild Elves! He likes Guild Elves! He likes fucking Guild Elves the best!"

Desiree's heart thundered in her stacked chest. Why hadn't she thought of Him before?

Because he was, and could be again, the most feared male in Alfheim...

Uncontrollable...immortal...not of this realm but from where Loki had come from...thus immune to Black Magic, to Fairy Dust, to any metaphysical feminine seduction!

Moira had him imprisoned, all right! But she had to get Lord Chaos to actually capture him by tricking him into voluntarily entering his present cell. All because Chaos was the only thing in Lokin that that Beast trusted..."trusted", as in past tense, by the way! The Beast would have ravaged Moira just as easily as a Human girl, otherwise!

And he still could, if he got loose!

Now she was certain the Beast would trust no one! If he got loose he would be a raping loose cannon, uncontrollable!

Except by his 'friend'?

Could Dragonshaft control him?

She glanced over at the still down Loki Kai in the corner of her throne-room, the last test subject she had unleashed upon a much more willing Gem...some eleven hours ago! If he matches what the prior test subjects did, he still had another thirteen hours, on average, to go before he could 'get it up' again!

With that kind of 'performance', do I have a choice, now?

Maybe it was the time to make use of Him? It certainly looked like she would have no army to use against Moira. Certainly He could keep Moira busy long enough for Desiree to catch and fuck Margarita!

She jerked her head up to the Dragon's visage hovering overhead. "You might have something there, My Friend Dragonshaft! But you must control him! I cannot fight Him and...my other foes. How do you think you can keep him under control? I don't want to have to deal with Him, too, not now!"

Dragonshaft's inherently, to Desiree, stupid looking muzzle tried to form a comforting confident smile. "I can control him! He is my friend! For three thousands years we have been friends! I visit him every week or so...except when I was fucking my pet, Stryker. I didn't visit him then because I didn't want to tease him, for he hasn't had any pussy for eons! But I know what to do... I just need to give him a gift...that was the way you did...uh, business three thousand years ago before he was imprisoned. That is what he expects...he will be honored with a gift...you show with the gift that you respect him and honor him and that is what is most important to him...he is immortal, after all...and then he will obey your wishes!"

Desiree was partly, but only partly, convinced of the Dragon's sincerity and accuracy. "Well, I could give him some of the Guild Elves I'll capture tomorrow..."

Dragonshaft's grin and mannerisms were bordering on exuberant. "No! It must be a special gift! First, someone from where he comes from...Earth! She doesn't have to be from his time, just an Earth female...one both Human and powerful! He likes breaking powerful Humans, especially females, you know! While I don't, he certainly enjoys raping strong female Humans into his pets! Strong women like a Queen or Amazon..."

Desiree nodded in remembrance of Dragonshaft's 'friend' and his reputation towards females, off all kinds! Then she forced a smile for the Dragon's benefit. She still had contacts with the Human realm that could arrange things...appropriate things! It could be done, if she trusted the Dragon's promises! But there was not much time! By necessity it will be sloppy...catch as catch can...but do-able!

She decided, "I will capture such a creature, at least one powerful Human female from Earth, and deliver her to the cave He is held in. I will do this by tomorrow night or the next morning. Be sure to be there when she appears and use her to negotiate for his services. If he deals with Moira, and doesn't interfere with me, I'll let him loose back on Earth, if that is his wish. Or, you can tell him that he can have as many Guild Elves as he can fuck here!"

"He can fuck many Elves!" Dragonshaft replied with a completely undisguised leer.

Desiree managed to match that all too masculine leer. "I know! Maybe I'll watch him at work, sometime! Well, I'll have plenty after tomorrow! All under my...command! By the way, my offer extends to you, too, Dragonshaft. Who would you like to fuck?"

"Miriam!" was Dragonshaft's instant reply. Then, after a hesitation, "...and that Elf named Flare! She was...arrogant to me...and has a nice ass!"

Desiree's smile broadened. "I know!" She planned on breaking that arrogant bitch herself! She just didn't want to spoil the Dragon's fantasies...

Not just yet!

No sooner did Dragonshaft's image disappear into a diffuse fog then Desiree flicked her right hand and mumbled a quick spell. Another puff of fog materialized where the previous cloud had just dissipated, but began immediately to concentrate into another brilliant metallic disk.

As the disk materialized, the Aesir pulled the leather strap draped over her left armrest and, with a gasp, Gem's sullen face rose. With her right hand Desiree flung aside the front of her skirt, exposing her still swollen organ arching potently over her abdomen.

Gem's eyes instantly dropped from Desiree's face to the prick aimed right at the Guild Elf's nose. A huge, wide eyed grin broke out on her face.

As an image formed on the overhead disk, Desiree looked up while seizing Gem by the still curly hair on the back of her head. She didn't have to pull more than once on that curly locked scalp before the Guild Elf's abruptly drooling mouth was wide open and straining to encompass a God's former cockhead.

The image depicted another Elf, kneeling on what appeared to be a bed...

The tall (for an Elf), unusually pale Elf had glowing red eyes, and she immediately stopped her riding, grinding motion when she saw who was calling her. "Mistress Desiree?"

"Cassiopeia," Desiree replied, driving Gem's glans gobbling head down further around her jumping prick. The Guild Elf's sloppy gagging and snorting rose dramatically in volume. "Sorry to disturb you."

Cassiopeia smiled and squirmed. "Mistress, it is never a disturbance when you call!"

Desiree suddenly noticed that Cassiopeia was kneeling upon someone else. Someone else's face! An untanned, pink skinned, very female creature extended out from between the spread thighs of the vampiric Elf, only her head actually enwrapped by the Elf's pussy and buns.

Even without being able to see the ears, Desiree could tell the female was not an Elf. She did have full breasts and bright pink, rock hard nipples. But those boobs were substantially more massive than even atypically 'stacked' Elves, and they rolled slightly down the sides of her rib cage, not showing the quite inhuman jutting, conical firmness of supernatural Elven tits. Her belly was smoothly flat, but more humanly so in its slightly rounded flatness. Her thighs were attractively smooth and full, and not nearly as taut and muscular as an Elf's. And her mostly bald loins and wetly pink pussy still had a little tuft of bright, shiny red fur atop her mound, confirming to the Aesir that the beauty lapping away at Cassiopeia's twat and asscrack was Human.

And that red haired mount of Venus reminded Desiree of someone.

Cassiopeia smiled when she glanced down at Gem's vigorous, bobbing head-job on and over Desiree's jumping Loki's Cock. "You have found a new...Guild Elf 'toy', I see!"

"Yes!" Desiree smiled in return, patting the gagging Gem on the top of her head. "She has been a most positive confirmation of the trust I have placed in my Loki Kai for the 'morrow's battle!'

Desiree then pointed at the spread legged, tongue lapping Human slurping away between Cassiopeia's loins. "And you? I see you have found a...Human to 'exercise'?"

Cassiopeia glanced down, and then smiled. "Yes, My Mistress. I have 'borrowed' her for the time being! I hope you would not take offense for me not asking beforehand, but you have done nothing with her ever since you began your work with the Loki Kai and she has been so...desperate for...attention!"

"I thought I recognized her...traits! Who is she?"

"The Human you brought back from your last class at that Earthborn University. She calls herself 'Janey'"

Desiree nodded. "Of course! I must admit that I have been denying her my 'gift' for too long. By all means, enjoy her! Just do not...'turn' her! Humans have shown to be such pests when they are transformed into vampires!"

Cassiopeia laughed, grinding her ass down over the still eagerly licking redhead. "I have found Human blood to be of disagreeable taste to me, My Mistress. I prefer Elven blood. The spicy flavor makes all the difference!"

"Well, you can have all the Guild Elves you hunger for after tomorrow! Just do not be too greedy, for I have many who have assisted me to spread the Guild Elves among."

"Just what those slutty Guild Elves are good at, spreading!" Cassiopeia replied, mauling the redhead's swollen suck sacks with her long clawed hands.

The two metaphysical females shared a hearty though petty laugh.

"Now, Cassiopeia," Desiree finished her laugh. "The reason I called. I am afraid that I need some further assistance from you."

Twisting Janey's stiff, ruby nipples, making the Human's thighs thrash upon the vampire's bed, Cassiopeia immediately replied, "You have but to ask."

"I am in need of some Human women, from Earth. But not just any...These must be great warriors of substantial beauty. And I need them by the end of tomorrow."

"You mean those Humans known as Superheroines? There are many...with many fighting talents. Any in particular?"

"I suspect that since our time is limited, I should accept whoever falls into our net first. As long as they qualify as warriors and beauties."

Cassiopeia nodded. "With such limited time, I should just set out some self-maintaining transdimentional snares at some locations that such creatures often visit. It should not be difficult to catch a few quickly. Where do you want them sent?"

"We only need one or two, if they are of quality," Desiree said. Then her face went grim. "I need them as gifts for negotiation purposes. They are for the Minotaur."

Cassiopeia's face jerked up with shock widened eyes from leering at Janey's heaving loins. "You want to recruit HIM?! He will have to be released! Do you think it wise?"

The Aesir nodded in resignation. "I know what you are saying, Cassiopeia. I hope I know, too, what I am doing! But the way circumstances are developing, it is necessary. Can you set the snares to deliver the Humans to his cage?"

"It depends on how many snares I can set on a single casting. The more snares, the more snared, the more corrupt the casting becomes. If I snare many more than two Humans at a given time period, some may materialize at other spell focus areas than his cage. They could wind up at Alfheim Castle, even at your Castle or the Jotunheim Castle of Lord Chaos. It could get messy!"

Maybe 'messy' is what I need, Desiree thought. More 'distractions' for Moira to deal with! "It is a chance I will have to take. Set up the snares as quickly as possible, then take them down at the end of tomorrow. Then you can go back to your...relaxation!"

"Serving you is my joy and duty, Mistress Desiree!" Cassiopeia bowed, still squatting on Janey's lapping face. "It is never a task doing your service!"

London just didn't 'feel' right to Swift as she stepped out of the cab outside the ground level apartment rented by the Authority for overnight or short stays by their members or VIPs. Ever since the cab had entered this particular area of London, she had been getting the...strangest sensations in the 'background' forces. Now she had no doubts that there was something quite alien to this 'time/place' disturbing the currents of force that she used to navigate when flying at high speeds.

As she walked up the short flight of steps to the front door of the apartment, her hands full of her suitcase and duffel bag, she was certain that the disruption was somewhere...inside her apartment!

Shen Li-men, otherwise known as 'Swift' because of her ability to fly at great speeds without mechanical assistance, was a type of Human mutant, though technically her mutation was not conventional as it was not genetically based. Nevertheless she had proven herself to be not only greatly superior in her physical abilities when compared to typical humans, but emotionally and in her thought processes she was also highly evolved. Her resolute opposition to all forms of international and intergalactic coercion and crime while maintaining, as much as practical necessity permitted, her non-violent upbringing and education in regards to the resolution of said conflicts, demonstrated the advanced social/intellectual development of the South Asian culture that she arose from.

Besides, Shen Li-men, to be brief...was one hot mutant babe!

Nearly five foot eight inches tall, when her wings were not extended she gave the appearance of a svelte, very healthy young woman of her early twenties.

That is, until she turned sideways to the viewer! But more on that in a moment!

Since her flying abilities not only required a very well advanced Cerebral Cortex and Cerebellum, but also quite superhuman musculature, circulation and respiration systems, she had a supermodel's physique with a metabolism and physiology that would put a champion Marathon runner to embarrassment!

That is, unless you were one of the very few males (and also females!) who ever had the rare blessing of coming into intimate contact with her bosom outside of lethal combat!

Her body was that of a long distance runner/swimmer/mountain climber/swim suit model. Everywhere you looked/touched (if one dared!) one found toned, sleek, just a tad softer than rock-hard muscle. Her long legs didn't bulge with muscle-but almost. Her waist was near Guild Elf flat, obviously ribbed but with the thinest layer of fat to smooth out the ridges and valleys. Again, her arms and shoulders didn't resemble a weightlifter's, but the deltoids, pectorals and trapezeii were shaped and toned like that of an ancient Greek statue...of a male hero.

She could, and had, rarely, sent six foot+ tall, 240 pound thugs through fiberboard walls with one blurry kick of her right leg.

But, when she turned sideways...

Aerodynamic or not, she had one of the nicest rack of not the least bit rock hard boobs this side of Wonder Woman! Well over a handful, and nicely pear shaped those few times they were not supported by her vest-like top, her breasts were a man's (or woman's!) delight.

Who knows how many additional calories it took her muscles to push those jutting feminine masses through nearly supersonic air...but to any admiring viewer (male or female), it was worth it!

Needless to say, such attractive masses of flesh required, especially on a body intended on flying, a counterbalancing mass. Thus, when one had the delight of seeing Swift in profile, one immediately could notice that there indeed was a perfectly counterbalancing mass, opposite of her breasts to her body's center of gravity.

She did have one set of muscles that bulged like a weightlifters! One just had to be behind her, for she possessed a pair of buns (or bums, if you will) that rivaled Flare's in bulging, firm, deep, dark asscrack forming beauty! And one could make out every smooth, flexing inch of her ass for she insisted, probably just to torment any male (or female!) she came across, on wearing this day the tightest, 'painted on' kool-lot mid calf slacks/tights, that did nothing but cling to every crevice of her hips, including...especially!...her magnificently deep and shadowed butt crack!

But the cabbie, who all but ran his cab up on the sidewalk gawking at her tightly working, smoothly flipping and rotating lower extremities while suffering near cardiac failure as she stepped up to the front door, certainly observed her nether valley as her magnificent gluteal cheeks flipped up and down as she effortlessly mastered the steps. But, she knew, this no-doubt married, middle-aged male was indeed actually fortunate. She chose to wear her underwear-less outfit this day: Green and blue sleeveless and shoulder-less pullover sweater-vest and Sherwood Green painted on tights. If she really wanted to kill she would have just worn her underwear: Thigh high net stockings, plunging front, bulging full lace bra, and high top, legless, 'butt-floss' panties!

But she had been accused in the past of attempted murder through dress code violations by the other (jealous?) members of the Authority, so this trip she decided to wear 'conservative'!

The lock opened obediently for her wireless key with the first press of the button, and the door silently, smoothly opened. So simple and convenient was its operation that she didn't even have to put down her suitcase. But then, stepping inside, that simplicity disappeared.

As soon as she stepped into the main room, what looked like a living room, her mind went spinning. Immediately she dropped her burdens and, hands to her head, she staggered a couple more steps before stopping. Her eyes fixed on the open doorway to...the kitchen.

There was a 'hole' in the fabric of space/time in that doorway!

She couldn't see it, no one could...well, there was a shimmer in the air in the middle of the doorway...but that could be an optical illusion...

But it was there! She could FEEL it!

A 'hole' in this universe...

"Well, I guess I should have started laying my snares sooner than I did!" a female voice abruptly came from her right, from farther in the living room!

She hadn't even looked there when she had come in! How stupid could you be?

Then the owner of that voice was alongside her, taking her arms in her long fingered hands. Swift looked over her right shoulder with a start, seeing the woman's smiling face just inches from her own.

With all her strength she tugged on her arms, trying to pull them out of the woman's grip.

And failed utterly! Her arms didn't budge!

She had never experienced such strength!

In a Human!

In just five seconds of silent observation of the 'woman' alongside her, she dispassionately analyzed her opponent: The woman's face was pale, almost white, while her rather thin lips were red...vivid blood red. While her eyes, too, were red, they glowed red...really glowed! Her hair was almost blond, very long and very wavy, like she had just come from hours at a beauty salon. And her ears were just too long...three times too long.

And they came to a severe point on their tops!

But Swift had to admit...the 'woman' was beautiful! She had a beauty, a quite unearthly beauty, that quickly affected Shen Li-men, enticed her, aroused her!

Swift dragged her eyes from that increasingly enchanting, alien face down and she caught her breath. The 'woman' was naked!

And beautiful!

While not as muscularly (or breast-wise) as well developed as Swift, she was very trim where it counted and most attractively developed in the hip and chest. Her tits were wide, not as full, but, in a word: perfect. Blood red nipples, rock hard, capped broad cones that were easily a handful. Her hips were slightly narrower than Shen Li-men's, but well padded. Her waist was as tight and firm as the Human's, her legs just as long and powerful.

And, just like Swift, her abruptly jutting mound was hairless. Only Shen Li-men suspected this woman never had to shave, the mound was so smooth!

The Human was still staring down at the woman's flat belly and bulging mound when the 'woman' spoke again, "I am so sorry I couldn't complete the snare before you arrived, My Dear! You see, you were not supposed to see me!"

Swift, embarrassed at being caught staring at the woman's...beautiful loins, jerked her head up. Instantly her vision was caught by the woman's glowing red eyes.

They were so...beautiful!

"I must apologize, My Dear! But this may be a blessing in disguise, no?"

Swift glanced at the pointed ears before going back to the glowing eyes. "What?...Who are you?" Her arms still could not move in the woman's grip. "How are you holding me? You are so strong! What do you want?"

"You!" came back. "I must take you...back with me!"

Suddenly the scent of cinnamon wafted around her head. Fire then roared up her spine and she knew that her nipples were jutting through her sweater/vest. "H...Home? W...Where?"

"Oh, you probably detected it when you entered. It is nothing really important, really! Just another...I guess you would call it a dimension or other..."

She was getting so hot! Sexually hot! "What are you?!"

Glowing eyes still fixed upon Swift's, the woman smiled...beautifully! "Oh, again I must apologize! You have never met an Elf before, have you? I am Cassiopeia, a Wood Elf!"

Swift just gawked, jaw dropped. 'Wood Elf?' What is this? 'Lord of the Rings'?

Feeling the Human's arms going limp, Cassiopeia moved closer, pressing her body against Swift's firm, hot flesh. "Let me explain further what I am here for, My Dear!" she added, bringing her face closer still.

Shen Li-men then panted, hotly, into Cassiopeia's face, as the cinnamon smell, the heat of this...beautiful...creature, those arousing glowing eyes swept her. "No!" she nearly mumbled. "I don't understand..."

"Let me explain it to you!" Cassiopeia interrupted, her lips a fraction of an inch from Swift's. Then she crushed the Human into a lesbonic kiss of transdimentional proportions.

Swift's eyes bulged momentarily, then slowly closed as the delicious tongue of the 'Wood Elf', muscular, cinnamon flavored, and tentacle long plunged into her suddenly non-resistant throat. Never had a tongue been so sensuous...

Cassiopeia released the Human's arms and reached around Swift. Hooking the back of her skin tight tights in her thumbs, she jerked the backs down to completely free the Human's bulging, round asscheeks. Then, sinking her talons into those rock hard butt loaves, she powerfully lifted the Human's feet up off the floor.

The power of this 'Wood Elf'! echoed through Shen Li-men's intoxicated mind as the creature seemingly effortlessly lifted her by solely her grip on her ass.

Maintaining the torrid kiss, Cassiopeia began stepping towards the door to the kitchen, holding the Human in her butt gripping hands.

After three steps Swift abruptly wrapped her powerful thighs around Cassiopeia's firm, narrow waist. She moaned into the Wood Elf's mouth as her barely and hardly covered pussy was ground, firmly and powerfully, against the unyielding sex mound of the Elf.

Uncontrollable passion flashed up her spine and what was left of her rational mind seemed to boil away as the Elf stepped into the doorway and the two of them, entwined passionately, just disappeared.

A day and two evenings after Stryker fell out of the black sky and into Roger's lap, eight figures, seven dwarfed by their Clydesdale-like mounts, came to an abrupt halt before a hardly four foot high rock wall. As the mounts panted and snorted after their early morning gallop, two riders, slightly before the others, both looked slowly up and down the wall.

Roger and Miriam carefully gazed down the right, where the wall slid into the darkness where the still substantial shadow of the Impassible Mountains had not been defeated by an early morning sun not yet clearing the high jutting horizon. The wall came to a jaggedly abrupt, and easily visible end not fifty feet off to their left.

"Well, this is it." Miriam said to Roger, looking into the darkness on the other-side of the wall. "Here is the only pass through the Impassible Mountains into Alfheim that Dark Lord forces have unrestricted access to wide enough to pass a large force. Off to the right, not as distant as our last camp, is Desiree's Castle. You'll see soon the rock plateau leading from it. It ends at the Jotunheim entrance to the pass...off to the right." She turned to her left. "There is the end of the Alfheim prairie at the other end of the pass. Queen Thora and our Army should be appearing there by daybreak."

With Miriam's mention of their 'last camp', Roger's memory...reinforced by his lecherous all too male emotions generated by what had happened last night...brought back, in technicolor, the DVD quality mental recording of that campsite...

...Of an all day, rigorous ride across the grassland until, just as the sun set, a small stream with a massive, twenty-five foot long log alongside it appeared in their path.

...Of tired Elves dismounting from seemingly exhausted mounts to prepare a roaring fire and, from out of still air, a scrumptious field meal of juicy slabs of bovine meat heaped upon ample loaves of travelbread and overflowing frozen mugs of travel-ale.

But not before, most appropriately, thanking their hard working, and very MALE horses, for the day's hard work by ruthlessly, mercilessly, and thoroughly draining them of every bit of high quality testicular protein that their equines had made...for them!

Even Hermione had joined the Elves in servicing her own mount!

She wasn't as efficient or as thorough at gobbling equine wadd, but she was successful, nonetheless, in relieving, copiously, her mount's masculine discomfort!

Meanwhile Roger feasted, resting his back upon the ubiquitous Guild camp log while his left side glowed from the nearby blaze. Before him he enjoyed the romantic vision of the soft, warm, quiet twilight gathering over the Impassible Mountains. Behind him he overheard, no preventing his hearing, those pitiful male cries of shrill volume from the numerous towering, hunky steeds whining and snorting their, no doubt enthusiastic, surrender to the...unique...form of most petite and feminine Guild Elf feasting upon male cream!

As the last hoarse cries of horse satisfaction and submission to Guild Elf oral aggression and throat flexibility died away, Roger, still swilling down a bottomless mug of ice-cold Travel Ale and wolfing down feet long steaks of tender, medium rare cow muscle, watched with a cherub-like, food filled cheeked smile as the, temporarily, satisfied Elves sauntered back to their fire. For long minutes the females...all of the females in the camp, including Hermione...gathered in a brilliantly fire outlined group between Roger and the fire.

With much gesturing, some glances at him, and much giggling, they animately exchanged information and ideas...or cheap gossip in such a manner that, excepting the occasional exposure of a jutting, rounded pair of Elf asscheek, nothing of the least interest to a virile, divine god of a male seemed to be going on.

Roger, in typical male habit when well supplied with good food and drink, just sat there and did his best to ignore the females.

How he missed having a big screen plasma TV! It was when you have a belly full of beef and beer that TV got good!

Abruptly, though, the little clutch of petite females became quiet and then two of them stepped out more or less into Roger's lazily staring line of sight.

It took two glances, but Roger eventually recognized the first one...the curly, long blond hair with the great ass and noticeably above average (for an Elf) rack...Flare!

Roger's body grew alert, especially a certain part presently warm and comfy, and soft, between his thighs!

One glance at Flare's face, her flashing eyes and special smile, and Roger's cock was screaming, and hardening, "she's in the mood!"

Then a glance over to the other female sent Roger's heart jumping. Hermione!

The two sex-warriors! Again!

He nearly busted a nut and heart the last time they went at it!

Before Roger's broadly grinning, and leering, face, the two females turned to each other and embraced into a male mind snapping kiss. As Roger's breathing picked up, and the tent that had been his flat lap rose in rigid, quick jerks, the two females, one human, one most metaphysically Elf, but both most well equipped to mercilessly enslave mere mortal males, seemed to entwine so tightly and intimately as to become one tower of erotic flesh, writhing about itself, glorifying in its intimate, lesbionic and male denying totality.

Roger wanted to cry in his loneliness (lonely horni-ness?) as that tower of deliciously enwrapped feminine flesh quivered and writhed from forces and in pleasures that he knew here totally alien to him...to the Universal Male...and would remain so for all eternity!

It seemed as if eons had passed before the two parted...just as wickedly sensuously as they had come...most male-lessly...together.

"OOOO!" went the other, very lesbian aware Elves from near the fire, every anime oval and wet eye locked on the two metaphysical lovers as they, in turn, waited a count, their beautiful noses a fraction of an inch apart, silently communicating in advanced Lesbian with each other through the languid eye contact with their other metaphysically lesbionic partner.

Roger, uninformed, though divine, Male that he was, just panted hoarsely, like a bull moose approaching a new herd of in-heat cows.

Not terribly sophisticated, he realized, but, just then, he couldn't help it. It was the way he was designed.

Then Hermione softly, yet quickly, pulled Flare's vest up and off her lush chest.

Those nipples, just like on the topless Hermione, were so hard! Still cone shaped, they looked now like cones of hot pink rock candy, now with a vividly pink-diamond tip!

His eyes, fixed on two pair of vividly erect and pink teats, rising and falling in ever increasing rate and force, then observed how firmly and quickly the two females themselves were breathing!

This was no show! These babes were seriously into each other!

Again?

Didn't they do this last night?

Just how...Lesbian were these...lesbians?!

Finally dragging his gawking, yet fear filled eyes up from the two females' display of perfect baby feeding apparatii, he caught them staring back at him...

With toothy-white, bright eyed and quite lecherous grins on both their ball busting beautiful, teenybopper faces!

Not the least bit offended, or inhibited, by Roger's helpless visual stalking, Hermione turned and stepped in-front of a still smiling Flare. Then the deliciously topless, physically mimicking schoolgirl "barely old enough to drive" mage-tart faced Flare. Face to face with the lesbionic Guild Elf, Hermione waited motionlessly.

Roger's testicles tightened as he saw Flare's vision, and her hands, drop to Hermione's waist. Then he began gnawing on his lower lip when that blue pleated Japanese Schoolgirl skirt just dropped to the ground.

"What an ass!" Roger whispered, unconsciously, in an instinctive, pain-filled moan as Hermione's globular buns, jailbait smooth and near-Guild Elf full, thrust back at the divine lecher's face. Roger swore he could see nearly down to the girl-mage's back pore buried miles down between those Human girl-butt redeeming cheeks!

Hermione stayed bent over, obviously working on the front of Flare's skin tight tights, and Flare took advantage of the Mage's posture by reaching over the girl's svelte back and sinking her powerful, clawed fingers deeply into fresh, firm, Human Gluteus most-maximus butt loaves!

Roger's quite attentive prick jumped greatly and most obviously to all the females facing him (which left out the butt flashing Hermione) as he took in Flare's groping of the Schoolgirl Mage's most worthy tail.

Damn, but did these babes know how to not only grow great butt, but show it off to their God! Roger silently congratulated the babes' ingrained talent at ass presentation as his eighteen inch pole vaulted up and down like an excited puppy.

Was this place great or what!?

Then Flare's tights were going down in the greedy clutches of the Schoolgirl Mage and, as Hermione's luscious buns floated aside, Roger was now staring at the perfectly smooth, pink and glistening wet cameltoe that was Flare's Elven mound and girl slit!

Somehow a demurely smiling Flare was able to get her feet out of her tights without moving a bit of her naked flesh above her knees, so Roger's entranced eyes didn't have to as much as move to keep her little stiff clit in sight!

Then, with a start, Roger saw the two awesomely naked creatures advance upon him!

Suddenly an alarmed Roger jumped up, as if to bolt. But, almost as quickly, his vision was fixed upon that of the advancing female Elf.

Flare's eyes literally glowed...

Passion Pink!

At once Roger's fear, and every other rational thought remaining in his overcooked brain, vanished...

Now merely a male deer lost in the hypnotic gaze of that merciless female raptor...a sexually predatory Guild Elf by the name of Flare...Roger didn't even notice when Hermione lifted his costume up over his throbbing, drooling cock. His consciousness hardly registered the chorus of near squealing "OOOOOO's!" that came from the staring, and rapaciously grinning, Elves standing still by the fire.

When the Mage gripped his weapon in the middle of the shaft with her single, dwarfed hand, and a torrent of precum, cups of it it seemed, gushed out the slit at the tip to drench the Mage's arm, heaving flat belly, and schoolgirl full thighs, the chorus changed timbre into a much more guttural, and lusty, half moan of barely repressed Elven need.

Flare lifted his robe up over his head, then, gently taking his chin in her sweet, professional killer hand, she drew his hypnotized-stupid face towards her. Cinnamon and the consummate desire to be fucked to death was all his completely stupored mind could register as the Elf brought her lips to his.

The kiss stole his soul...just sucked it right out of him as her tongue explored every bit of his mouth and throat.

Again Flare showed no mercy to a mere Male God...

Vaguely, like she was a mile away, Roger thought Hermione was lapping at the precum still streaming out his jumping prick...

That was nice of her, he thought as Flare's tongue made him gag.

The kiss broken, Flare brought her lips to his right ear. "M'Lord, we need you!" she husked, perfectly.

Roger swore his brains melted into steam and jetted out his ears!

He almost squirted all over Hermione's face. Only her squeezing of his furiously swollen and purple glans stopped his premature unloading.

But her brilliant defensive action worked. Roger just...just came down enough to hold off venting all over Hermione's High School Sophomore quality countenance.

The crisis avoided, for the moment, with typical reaction from an over-sex-worked Male 'mind', he impulsively reached down and, with typically excessive masculine force and liberty, especially since he had failed entirely to even ask permission beforehand, filled his own, substantially bigger hands with Elf and Human asscheek.

Hermione, from somewhere under his scum hanging cockhead, squealed loudly but delightfully. From just outside his right ear Flare cooed oh so sweetly and cinnamonly.

Roger closed his eyes in ancient manly pleasure, a perfectly full, round, and 'virginal' asscheek in each clutching hand.

Was this place great or what?!

"But M'Lord, not just us!" came next from the fully non-resistant Flare.

Roger's eyes popped open, then focused on the gaggle of Elves standing next to the still blazing fire.

The gaggle of deliciously arranged and positioned, and now very NAKED Guild Elves!

The naked, smiling gaggle of Elves all eyeing his cum-pissing cock!

And Flare instantly made out where the rapidly overheating Roger was gawking!

"At least, M'Lord, not just Hermione and I!" she added, reaching down and most evilly gripping one of his softball...no...cantaloupe sized balls. Her wicked fingernails began stroking over the peppercorn flesh of his right nut, instantly reducing the contents of his testicle from semi-solid, lumpy protein colloid to boiling hot triple-reduced man-custard!

"We must share before the battle!" she added, giving his nut a squeeze and dumping a half cup of spooge over Hermione's lower jaw and maximally extended tongue.

The hoarse and hungry moans that erupted from the gaggle of horny and stripped Elves as the cascade of liquified babystuff streamed down Mage chin and pink Schoolgirl tongue was truly deafening to the sole male there.

Roger shuddered in overwhelming chemical seduction as Flare's spicy cinnamon breath swirled around his head.

"You must share before this battle!" Flare added, oh so hotly and persuasively while switching her clutching claws to his other defenseless baby-maker.

Roger moaned pitifully as much more gunk drooled out his prick and all over Hermione's upturned face.

"We must have your 'blessing' before the upcoming battle, M'Lord!" the completely compelling Elf husked.

The gaggle of naked Elves as one silently but eagerly nodded in agreement.

"Will you 'bless' us, M'Lord?" she asked, bringing her lips right up to his melting ear. "Bless us all between our hot, tight, bums?" she added, gripping his other nut viciously.

Even before Roger could cry out his warning, Flare's head was dropping. As he cried out his loud but uncivilized acknowledgment of his divine duty, Flare was already swallowing his jumping prick, gulping and gagging upon his first spurt of precum from her most recent testicle milking.

As the other Elves nodded in quick and furiously happy agreement, Roger grabbed Flare by the back of her head and, with a purely male and animalistic growl, began forcing her down upon his meat.

All of his meat...

And Flare willingly, without the least protest, if one could ignore the loud gags and snorts of precum out her flared nostrils, enveloped his entire eighteen inches of godhood with her throat until her dainty pointed nose was smashed against Roger's flexed and muscular belly and her Elven throat was at least three times its normal diameter.

As Hermione's eyes stared open and white eyed, and her mouth dropped open to emit long strands of colloidal and low hanging cum worms, Roger cruelly ground Flare's blissful face against his hairy belly, enjoying that magical cocksucking throat.

Guild Elves were so God damn...no, Loki-damned good at head!

When Roger finally released Flare's flush faced head, allowing her to retreat to cough and sputter her joy at having swallowed her 'Lord' again, Roger looked over at the fire to see not an Elf there!

Then he looked farther to his left, to the opposite end of the log whose one end he stood by, to see a sea of perfectly bulging and smooth buttocks sticking straight up atop the log!

A perfect storm of ass!

As his cock jerked and tossed long worms of wadd over both the Human Mage's and Guild Elf's faces, Flare cradled his swollen nuts. "Use your lance on...in us, M'Lord!" she croaked. "Use us properly tonight so we may fight better for you on the 'morrow!"

"In...the...er, your...asses?" Roger gasped. "Why not a nice sloppy blow-job?"

"Later!" Flare shot back, beginning to wring out his hot balls in no uncertain terms. "It is tradition...good luck...for a Guild Elf before a great battle to be...fucked in the ass! An...ancient good omen!"

"But...I'm so big! How can you...ride a horse afterwards?"

Flare rose and, grabbing his steely Elf sticker, started dragging him towards the row of upturned assmeat. "We will think of you with every bounce of our steeds, tomorrow!" she said with a big smile and a perfectly straight face.

Was this place great or what?!

Cassiopeia, maintaining her vacuum-tight lip-lock with the sweet, warm lips of a Shen Li-men (AKA "Swift") whose thighs, in turn, were still frantically wrapped around her waist, opened her right eye. Still in the vortex of the transdimentional passage, she briefly released her grip on Swift's left buttbun long enough to flick her casting hand in a circle. Then she quickly and pleasantly reacquired her domineeringly lesbo-romantic ass grip.

Immediately behind the temporarily enthralled by Wood Elf sex-black magic superheroine's head six small bronze-like discs appeared seemingly out of mid-air (if there was air in the normally nonexistent, degenerate matter passageway), each showing a view of a different Earthborn location.

Almost immediately the Elf saw one of the disks discern the entrance into its field of view of a figure, a figure clothed entirely in black...

The 'person', clothed in a figure outlining, just short of skin tight, black leather outfit with matching boots and a cowl that left openings only for the eyes, nose, and mouth, slowly, carefully walked about the scattered and somewhat disheveled furniture and other items behind the Ricci residence. She concentrated on the ground between the back of Christina Ricci's mansion and her Olympic swimming pool.

The black clad woman was Cassandra Cain, otherwise known as Batgirl.

She had been asked by an "unofficial" associate of hers within the Beverly Hills PD to look into rumors of Ms. Ricci's 'disappearance'.

It looked like more than rumor, she told herself, eyeing a piece of cloth on the ground just off a particular back yard couch. A couch that looked like it had just been thoroughly 'used'!

The piece of cloth was underwear! Christina Ricci's micro-mini, butt floss, whale-tail underwear!

Batgirl immediately looked carefully at the pool once more, making sure she hadn't overlooked anything...obvious...like a dead body floating in it...then, more relaxed, she looked back...

At the piece of...tiny panties she now held in her hand...

Christina Ricci's panties!

She had to admit to herself that she had, more than once, thought...wondered...fantasized about the Hollywood Actress...

What she looked like...

In just her underwear!

Now...

Almost subconsciously Cass laid the panties up against her own hips. It was obvious that, at least in the hips, that Batgirl fell short of Hollywood Starlet dimensions...but just a little. These panties were made for, and been used around, hips a good inch or even more in width than her own.

Who said size doesn't matter in Hollywood!

She didn't have to have one of Ms Ricci's bras to know, she just had to look at her own chest, that she also wasn't deserving of comparison to the Actress in that department, either!

But she knew, and had been told by her few female 'friends' or competitors (especially Catwoman!) that if she would just listen to an average leering male, she would never have to feel inferior in the figure area to any woman. Of Asian descent, Cass had a firm, trim body, just maybe not as tall as the tallest crime-fighters like Wonder Woman. But she was all muscle, very well toned muscle...just not the bulging, tattooed, muscle-head type. While her black hair was kept simple, cut straight almost to her shoulders, her face was still quite winsome and feminine in its exotic asian almond shaped eyes, small looking mouth, short, pointy nose. That is, she had almost convinced herself, that she could be attractive, to both men and women, provided she wasn't wearing that cowl and suit!

But the suit, even though it wasn't the obscenely tight uniforms of other Superheroines like PowerGirl or that sinful painted-on skin-suit of that...wicked Catwoman, her suit did manage to 'display' her physical charms to their best degree: Upon her chest bulging handfuls displayed her 'tits', her buns jutted equally enticingly (Though they weren't of Guild Elf quantity!), but they looked just fine on her more diminutive hips. Her belly was flat enough, and very firm, though nicely smooth to the eyes.

It wasn't that Batgirl wanted to look like Christina. But ever since that night, in the downtown alley the last time her and...Catwoman had... 'fought'...

It had been her greatest defeat and shock in her career, even though the defeat wasn't in physical combat! At least not violent combat! She had very nearly succumbed...sexually...to the shockingly sensuous woman...to Catwoman...

And since then she has had a...fascination, a totally unnatural but no longer delectable compulsion with and about that woman...and her physique! She had been fighting down the desire...the craving ever since that night to go out and search for Catwoman! And somehow any thoughts of what she would do if...when she found her, terrified her like nothing else!

Which explained to her the sudden thrill...an utterly wicked and erotic thrill she got when the Chief of Detectives personally asked her, pleaded with her, to investigate this disappearance!

Catwoman!

The first thing in Cass' mind had been: Was Catwoman behind Christina's disappearance?

She couldn't seem to help it, recalling the memories, the sensations, the fear of that meeting! Catwoman had been quick to challenge her, immediately after they had come across each other in the dark, quiet, intimate alley on the East End. They really had no reason to fight, Catwoman wasn't committing a crime...at least one of thievery! But, as Batgirl had repeated to herself over and over ever since then, it was Catwoman...Catwoman whose nipples protruding vividly, obviously, from her painted on suit; whose...vagina was clearly outlined by that ultra-elastic fabric, labia swollen and bulging, clit jutting; who most eagerly brought up their contest and who so willingly and most compromisingly negotiated the terms of their combat!

Stupid! Batgirl chided herself for the thousandth time, she wanted to fight you...she wanted you! She was frantic to fight you! She had went looking for you to...to...

They had fought...under all of Batgirl's terms, and Batgirl had begun the match with her usual professional, cold precision at self defense that her father had taught her long ago. The only thing different, at first, was that she started with the conscious intention of not killing Catwoman...

There really was no animosity between the two athletic females to justify hurting one another.

It was a scrimmage, nothing else.

Catwoman, too, had started out seriously, honorably...nearly cracking a rib with her first round-house kick,

Then Catwoman's 'technique' smoothly, gradually and dramatically changed...

Before they could finish exchanging the first round of blows, Catwoman would have her pinned to the ground, on her back, with Catwoman's thigh grinding down between her two pried apart thighs...right over her sex!

And it felt...good! Oh so good!

And when a triumphant Catwoman kissed her...

The shock! Her heart thundered in her chest, but not from physical exertion and certainly not from anger! It was from shock, the shock from her own response to Catwoman's kiss...

For a horrible moment she wanted to stop resisting...to let the taller, on top fem go on!

And worse, oh, did she want to kiss the luscious, aggressive woman back!

Only her reflexes took hold and, as soon as Catwoman finished kissing her, she skillfully threw Catwoman off her. Then, for the first time in a combat...in anything-ever...she ran away!

It was all she could do! It was all she could think! She couldn't defeat Catwoman that night! Maybe even ever! She realized in a panic that she had no defenses to Catwoman's kind of 'attack'!

Her ears still burned when she recalled how Catwoman laughed at her as she ran away!

Promising to 'catch' her again! To finish her 'defeat'!

But she had to run away! Catwoman wasn't fighting fair! Using...sex!...wasn't fighting fair!

Ever since then she had been...terrified of facing that woman...and fascinated at what would happen if it ever happened again...with that Catwoman, again!

Cass didn't seem to have any defense against...sex!

Abruptly, "Meow!" brought Cass' wide and white eyes up from admiring Christina Ricci's panties draped across the front of her own hips to the back of the roof of Christina Ricci's home!

'Catwoman!' was flashing through her mind even before her eyes could focus on the roof!

From the edge the grinning feminine feline dropped, oh so sensuously and quietly, to the ground. Three long, confident strides by those sleek, powerful, long legs brought her right before the startled silent and motionless Batgirl.

"Batkitty!" Catwoman purred, eyes sparkling...and leering down at the gawking...suddenly helplessly innocent teenaged girl.

Batgirl couldn't help but stare. Catwoman was wearing the most outrageous outfit! Skin-tight, she could see the outlines of Catwoman's aureolas and certainly her panty lines...except their weren't any, the purple material outlined every inch of Catwoman's impressive anatomy! She might as well have worn nothing!

Embarrassingly, Batgirl gawked for entirely too long at Catwoman's impressive and impressively presented boobs. The luscious mammaries were almost at eye level and they appeared to jump out at her. Had to be twice as firmly jutting and massive as her own...

Instantly intimidated by that rack, Batgirl felt like the teenager she was trapped sharing a shower with a supermodel...

"Purrrr...Batkitty! Do you collect Starlet's underwear? No offense, but I don't think those really fit you!"

Batgirl jerked her head down, saw she still had Christina Ricci's panties spread across the front of her hips, and, with a blurry motion, tossed them upon the nearby couch. Behind her cowl she flushed furiously.

"Heh! Heh!" Catwoman went on, running a long nailed finger up Cass' left arm, across her shoulder, then down over her left boob. Suddenly, instantly, Cass' nipple raised a nicely sized bump right in the middle of her tit bulge. Oh so smoothly, Catwoman went on, "My...contacts with the police told me Christina was missing. I've been meaning...wanting to meet...that is, get closer to Ms Ricci for the longest time! Is that why you're here, Darling?"

The 'Darling', husky and sweetly hot at the same time, made Catgirl's belly melt. Panicking, in another blurry hand movement, Batgirl slapped Catwoman's way too intimate hand away. "I...I'm here to investigate her disappearance!" she barked, but in a way too high pitched a voice. Too quickly, she added, "Did you have something to do with it?" She desperately tried to sound mature, adult, official...terrified, she just knew she had failed.

She sounded just like what she feared she was, a frightened, excited, aroused young little teenaged girl facing her first sexual partner...another woman!

Catwoman chuckled. "My Dear Batkitty! If I had such a delicious morsel of femininity, I wouldn't be here talking with you, that is certain!" She leaned in closer, till her breath swept across Batgirl's face. "No! I've come to recover her...for the sake of all of Hollywood! Aren't you?"

Batgirl panted into Catwoman's smirking face. She couldn't help it! Just seeing, feeling the heat from the woman, smelling her brought back all those images and feelings from their last meeting. All the thrilling pleasures and lusts that had went surging up from between her legs with the all-powerful sensualist upon her, grinding away upon her, kissing her, seducing her, taking her...were back!

Batgirl's eyes were fixed on the ruby lips of Catwoman. They were coming closer to hers! "I...I want to find...find..."

"This!" Catwoman interrupted, then silenced Batgirl with a passionate kiss.

It was all Cass could do to not whimper as Catwoman's strong arms enwrapped her arms and back...

"Well, you know, people these days find the strangest places to start up a romance!" a high pitched, Brooklyn accent startled the two erstwhile lesbians into separating even more abruptly then they had come together.

"Harley!" Catwoman gasped, eyes widening as the third female stepped up.

Cass gawked yet again at a female physique. This woman was even...stranger in appearance that Catwoman! She wore a medieval clown suit of alternating panels of black and red with a flower-like collar of white felt 'petals' and a cowl that ended in two inverted horns ending in felt balls!

"I see you're still dressing in that outlandish harlequin suit of yours." Catwoman replied after a moment.

Harley giggled! "Yes, puddin' insists of late that I go out in public only suitably dressed! Like it?"

The suit, all too much like Catwoman's, hid nothing and clung to everything Harley had! Again, no panty lines and certainly no bras! Harley's tits jutted admirably, way farther than Cass', and probably nearly as far as Catwoman's udders. But they weren't as massive and they possessed a distinct belly along the bottom, giving them a very much pear shape to their most attractive appearance.

The rest of her duplicated the simple superheroine anatomy: sleek, firm, muscular and powerful, with asses and tits worthy of their 'uniform'. Harley's hips could match Catwoman's and, if anything, her ass was fuller, though taut and not the least bit flabby.

And when she looked at the oriental Cass', she had the same eager, hungry smile and confident, rapacious eyes as Catwoman! Maybe, in Harley's case, her smile was even more extreme...

Cass thought that there was a bit more madness in Harley's eyes than even Catwoman's.

"What are you doing here, Harley?" Catwoman said. She took Batgirl by her arm. "I have already claimed my toy for tonight!"

Batgirl violently yanked her arm from Catwoman's powerful grasp. "I...I...I am not going with anyone! I...I am here to find Ms. Ricci!"

"MY! MY! 'Lover's spat' already! So sad!" Harley interjected, stepping up to them. Her eyes roamed over both females liberally, taking in their charms with practiced vision. Her near mad grin never wavered.

"Just what are you here for?" Catwoman repeated.

Harley stared at Catwoman's boobs, her insane grin widening. "Mr J wants me to arrange a...date with you! He wants to show you a...er, his Good Time!"

"What?!" Catwoman howled. "What gives him the idea that I would want to do anything with a sexist...pig like that? Look what he as done to you!"

Harley's eyes popped up from Catwoman udder to angry eyes, "Well, I told him how...hot you were last time we did it together..." she replied in a husky conspiratorial whisper.

"No!" Catwoman gasped, then dropped her head with a soft "You Promised!". Batgirl swore she saw Catwoman blush.

"Well, Mr J can be very persuasive when he's into you! And he really gets INTO you!" Harley replied with solemn seriousness, her right hand going to her navel as if demonstrating the depth of 'something'. "I guess that's why he calls his...thing his 'persuader'!"

Batgirl had enough with the love mad woman. "How can you tolerate the way he treats you?! I have heard! The beatings, abuse, when has been the last time he has voiced his love for you?"

Just as seriously Harley replied, "He doesn't say it in words...but in actions! He shows me how much he loves me nearly every-night when he tells me to strip and bend over his chair! There is no joking about him then! Whew! I've never been porked by so much love!"

"Ah, you are impossible!" Catwoman dismissed the far away look in Harley's eyes. "There is no way you can get me to submit to such disgusting male chauvinism!"

"You'll really regret it! He's as big as your forearm, no lie!"

Catwoman took a double-take.

Harley went on with a grin, "You told me, in a moment of weakness while under me the other night, that you really missed a big one! Now is your chance! His 'persuader' is what made me what I am now!" She ended with wide eyed, toothy grin that was downright certifiable!

Batgirl could see that Harley's last statement had...impressed Catwoman...in more ways than one!

But Harley wasn't done. "Besides, puddin' has authorized me to tell you where Ms. Ricci went to, provided the two of you agree to go on a 'date' with Mr J when you get back!"

"Why you..." Batgirl started, but was abruptly stopped by Catwoman.

"How does he know where Christina...I mean Ms Ricci, went?"

"I saw it! I can direct you to where she went to!"

"Then, where?" Batgirl asked, naively.

"You gotta promise first. What do you think I am, stupid?" Harley replied.

"But you know what he wants to do to us, don't you?" Catwoman said.

Harley, still smiling, nodded.

"Sex with us?" Catwoman added, just to make sure Harley understood.

"He wants to fuck your brains out!" she eagerly came back. "And he can do it! Biggest damn elephant trunk of a cock you ever saw! You'll be walking bowlegged for two days after. But you'll also have just as big a smile as I got! And he can go all night! Promised me my share, right after the first round with you two! I don't know about you, but I can hardly wait! Mr. J can sure put out the puddin'!"

"You have to be mad..." Batgirl started, but Catwoman stopped her again.

"Let's agree to it!" she hissed. Before Batgirl could complain again, she went on. "Harley is a mad as a loon! Joker has fucked or beaten or tortured her completely out of it! She is probably lying about Christina, but we must try all leads, right?"

Batgirl nodded, hesitantly.

"She said we would have to put out AFTER we brought back Christina. Fine! If Harley is lying, we'll find out soon enough and the deal will be void. If, for some reason, she helps us get Christina back, I'll think of some way to get us out of the deal with that pig! I'll make it up to you someplace..." A not smiling Catwoman looked a moment at the crazily grinning Harley, then back, "...private, where no one but us will know! And I keep secrets! Win/Win!"

Cass thought a moment, quickly recognizing Catwoman's logic, but still fearing, and thrilling, greatly being ever alone with her. Still, she really didn't want anything to do with Joker, especially sexual! Very hesitantly, she nodded.

"Good!" Catwoman said, then she turned to Harley. "We will agree, provided Christina Ricci is returned by us to her home, safe and sound."

"Do you agree to serve Mr J, all night, when you return?"

Catwoman and Batgirl looked at each other, then nodded, together.

"Naked?"

Eyes rolling up, again the two nodded, though somewhat more reticently.

"You will do whatever sexual thing he wants?"

A longer hesitation, but they nodded again.

"Good! It's a deal!"

"Finally! Now, where is she?" Catwoman said, not without some exasperation.

"Right behind you." was the reply.

"What?!" Batgirl replied, looking towards the pool.

"See that round shape of shimmering air about halfway between you and the pool?" Harley explained.

A staring Catwoman uncertainly nodded. There was something that...like the air was shimmering!

"I heard what I though was Ms Ricci screaming...or was it squealing, can't tell...when I was approaching. Mr J has been 'collecting' Starlets lately! By the time I could look over the wall, all I saw was Ms Ricci being...guided, not dragged, into that...shimmering. She just disappeared in there."

"Of all the..."

"Look, you can still see it, right?"

Catwoman nodded. "I see...something!"

"Then why don't you step into it and see where you go? I'd guess it would be to the same...place, whatever that she went. However, I warn you, she was in the hands of another woman. A very naked and pretty woman! Very pretty! And she had long, pointed ears almost like a rabbit's. And she had over a foot of wrist thick...looked like a clitoris...sticking straight out of her! Almost reminded me of Mr. J last night...dictating his orders upon me!"

Batgirl turned to a concerned Catwoman. "I'm tired of listening to her!" she indicated the babbling Harley. "Let's go! The longer we wait, the colder the trail goes!"

Catwoman turned to the still grinning Harley, "You're coming along, right?"

Harley was rubbing her crotch. With a jerk, she stopped. "I was just thinking about how much fun it will be watching Mr. J fuck you two into lumps, then shove his 'persuader' into my face to reward me! He promised me all I could suck if I brought you two to him!"

"Harley! Are you sane enough to come along?" Batgirl barked.

Without any visible overt physical changes in the near insane woman, Harley's sexual intoxication subtly disappeared, even though her mad smile didn't waver. "Of course! Can't a girl daydream about her Beau? Boy, you two are the most unromantic bunch!"

Shaking her head is disgust, Batgirl looked at Catwoman.

Catwoman shrugged. "Well, there's nothing else to do, I guess, but..." she started a step towards the nearly invisible disk.

Three steps from everyone brought them just before it. Then Harley, standing behind the shoulder to shoulder Batgirl and Catwoman, reached down and vigorously, and deeply, goosed the asscracks of the two Superheroines.

As both females jumped forward, thrusting their hips out, Harley pushed powerfully on those fabulous mounds of buttmeat. "Time to go! All Aboard!" she cried at the top of her lungs. Driving the two before her, all three plunged into the shimmering air.

Without so much as a flash, all three disappeared...

Cassiopeia ground Shen-Li men's now bare twat against her own, naturally naked and bald, firmly jutting mound, trapping the now whimpering, actively humping Swift's clit between their respective pubic bones. Smirking to herself, thanking her Wood Elf heritage and Mistress Moira's Black Magic for giving her such sexual 'influence' over Human females, she thought that having this Human thusly sexually enthralled gave her time to think...

Besides nether-kissing with the Human's hot, wet, floppy and smooth feminine flesh felt so...good!

Humans were good for something!

But, Cassiopeia, you needed to think!

Three into the system! And from the same node at the same time! She hadn't cast for so many so quickly! This cast would not remain stable, not now! She would have to get to her destination, and quickly, before the passageways end-gates started morphing...

Then she saw another disk hovering before her display yet another figure! It was the non-material snaring gate that she placed, very cleverly Cassiopeia thought, just outside the 'Ladies' locker room exit of the Justice League of the Universe...

Cassiopeia got only the briefest glance at the figure, since she was airborne, slashing through the air like a bullet from the instant she passed through the doors. But her well trained eyes, trained for over three thousand years at appreciating feminine beauty in Elves and others no matter how fast they were moving, away or towards her, got a very nice look at Powergirl: About the same height as Swift, with a similar taut and narrow waist, she had short cut blond hair in a vaguely 70's Pageboy style. Since her uniform resembled a one piece bathing suit, only one with long sleeves that disappeared into elbow length, black gloves resembling those found in 3-Musketeers movies, and a suit which plunged almost as far down in front as in back, even at high speed she provided a very complete 'exposure' of her 'charms' to any onlookers.

The most 'impressive' of her 'powers' was a rack of chest meat that rivaled Cassiopeia's Mistress Desiree's! Had to be 'D' cups and a jutting, firm and full 38 at that! And all that on someone around five nine...was impressive, even to a Wood Elf familiar with handling Guild Elves! Those feminine flattering chest fruit, when compared and contrasted to her firm, narrow waist; wide, well rounded and firm, but in no way bubble-butt hips, and smooth, full, toned legs, gave an impression upon Cassiopeia that confirmed that this was one superheroine that she would like to spend sometime upon!

Not without some self-congratulations, she quickly noticed that her placement of the disk was perfect, and the bullet-like, Jennifer Connelly physiqued superheroine zipped right into it!

Immediately the moral equivalent of an earthquake, within a nonexistent universe of cast spells and negative matter, erupted, shaking quite forcefully the orally linked together Shen-li/Cassiopeia.

That did it! Cassiopeia thought, laboring to keep her catch orally and vaginally kissing. Obviously all of her casts were collapsing. Powergirl's tits must have been too big to 'absorb'! Time to go!

As she hurried her catch, Shen-Li, through the non-existent, anti-matter tunnel, trying to get to where she was to deliver her, Cassiopeia couldn't help but notice out of the corner of her eye, on two further separate, formerly empty disks, that two other superheroines also, and very late, where 'caught'! Both wore typical skin tight uniforms, and both uniforms were predominately red in color. One had a suit of red with large areas of bright yellow, the other was a deep red 'bathing suit' and cape over a thin, clinging body suit of pink!

But they disappeared from the respective disks observing them quicker than Cassiopeia could get a better look at them.

So be it, she thought as they finally approached the disembarkation point. They will have to take care of themselves!

"I hope they 'land' somewhere 'interesting'! she said as her and Swift were flooded with, thankfully, bright natural light and the two of them stepped out of the end of the tunnel through what, Cassiopeia knew, must have looked like a hole in midair.

A hole in the fabric of the Universe that held Lokin...

The morning sun crested the Impassible Mountains with startling abruptness and the razor sharp edge of its light began to slowly cross the pass between Jotunheim and Alfheim. The dismounted Elves and one MAN and woman (girl) stared in almost religious awe as the entire pass illuminated.

To his right he could see the hardly four foot high rock wall extend into the Impassible Mountains, disappearing in the rocky, fractured, shadow filled mountainside...certainly earning the Mountains' name. To his left, as soon as the wall ended, he could clearly see the beginning of the Alfheim plain: Smooth, wavy emerald green grass flowing in the warm, gentle wind.

He knew that grassland extended all the way across Alfheim. He knew that somewhere, days riding away, was that idyllic prairie where he first met...and porked Flare!

Oh, those were the days!

Ahead of him, starting just on the other side of the wall, the grassy plain plunged, quite steeply, into a rift in the ground. The grass lined ground slopped steeply down to a path at the bottom of the good quarter mile long fracture in the ground running completely through the pass, from Jotunheim to Alfheim. The path at the bottom of the rift was hardly wide enough for two or three elves side by side. Certainly not usable for cavalry. Immediately across the path, the walls steeply rose, also lined with emerald green grass.

Looking farther away, he noticed that there were two more rents in the ground, just as long and deep, and whose walls were equally lined with beautiful green grass, and all running parallel: From Jotunheim's edge to Alfheim's.

The end of the Impassible Mountains hooked around behind the last rent, sealing off the pass.

To get to Jotunheim, the Elves would have to go through crevices that permitted only foot traffic...

"The place is ingenious," Miriam said, walking up to Roger with a distinct little 'limp'. For a moment he recalled when he gave her that 'limp', the night before, when she was draped over that log, her Guild Elf typical bubblebutt offered up to her "God's" dick!

He desperately fought down the urge to grin like a typical Male with his memory when she walked up.

"Lord Loki designed this. The Dark Lords begged him to make it difficult for us to invade their lands, for they were so fearful of us, and they agreed to the wide, deep crevasses that would let light into their very bottoms. Neither side could easily invade the other as long as the opposition could defend its end."

Then she frowned as she looked up to the towering peaks overhead, where dark, ominous clouds began sweeping around and then overhead. "Now, the balance of power has changed..."

Within minutes high, dark clouds had blotted out the early morning beams of light, though there was enough diffused light to easily see by.

"It looks like Desiree doesn't have enough power to completely darken the sky. Good! I was so worried we'd have to fight in the dark! Now we have a chance! A good Chance!"

Then the thunderous roar of horses at the full gallop, resembling rolling thunder, surged past them from the left, and every head, Elf and Human, abruptly and expectantly turned to that direction. Then the Elves where grinning and jumping up and down as hundreds of huge horses, each with a dwarfed, but lusciously built, Guild Elf warrior came to a simultaneous, skidding, perfectly coordinated halt right at the edge of the Alfheim prairie.

"It's them!" one Elf behind Roger squealed.

"They're here!" came another.

"Now we'll kick some Orc butt!" came a third.

"Stay!' Miriam roared (like an Elf). "We are to remain here! We must protect Sir Roger!"

A half dozen nodding, but still grinning heads responded.

Chipmunk barks for orders followed, in a cadence demonstrating long and involved practice, and the force dismounted as one and quickly assembled into three columns.

"Three squadrons of one hundred warriors each!" Miriam told Roger, pride oozing from each word. "There is no Orc or Drow force that can face that on the surface and survive!"

Roger had to admit, clothed or not, those Guild Elves were impressive! But then he glanced at the three deep, grass lined furrows before them. "...on the surface!" she had said!

"Where is Queen Thora?" Roger came back while raising his eyes to Alfheim, scanning, like all there, the massed Elves. Then, "Oh, that must be her, out front near the middle. The one with the big...ungh!"

Flare, who had calmly and quietly stolen over alongside him, had just elbowed him at a most strategic moment.

Miriam glanced at him with a less than enthusiastic smile on her face. "Even though for the wrong reasons, yes, that is our Queen!"

Roger, one hand under his robes holding his aching ribs, nodded with a stiff upper lip as if in deep thought as he continued to gawk at the gazzongas on that ruling elf babe! She could smother a guy with those melons!

But what a way to go!

And they stuck straight out, too!

But Roger had learned his lesson with the first elbow from Flare. He kept quiet.

No sooner, however, than Roger had learned his lesson then, from off his right, the forces of Jotunheim arrived.

Everyone instantly turned their attention to the right as a howling, roiling mass of Orcs flowed upon the concrete-flat plateau that ended the Jotunheim part of the pass. The part that led from Desiree's Castle. Like a mass of cockroaches they streamed over the plateau and the low foothills immediately adjacent, howling and waving their primitive scythe-swords, leering over the pass at the delicious Elves massed on the other side.

Every single Orc beast sported an impressive, porn-quality prick jutting out, on average, at least a foot.

Roger heard the other Elves around him growl.

It was not the same kind of growl he heard in camp from them when HE was sticking out!

It sent the most wicked shudders up his spine. The most wicked, terror-filled sensations a male...a MAN...could have hearing anything from such sexually delightful creatures as Guild Elves.

That growl meant that the Guild Elves had only one thought about those dicks, and it WASN'T allowing them inside them!

More like removing them...permanently...from their owners!

Roger recalled the special...very special relationship he had with these Guild Elves. A relationship other...males did not have!

And was abruptly reminded of how grateful he was...how grateful he should be...for the 'gift' he was given by Carolyn Hobson!

Then the Orcs, who had been jeering at the furious, as well as beautiful, Elves, suddenly broke out in great cheers, as if they were attending a sporting event. All eyes had turned to the plateau where a large chair...a throne actually, had been placed about five feet from the edge.

Roger nodded in understanding...

Desiree was making her appearance...

The roar of the Orcs rose a good octave when Desiree strode onto the plateau. She was wearing her usual ankle length skirt, slit sided, and nothing else. As she confidently made for and then stopped alongside her 'throne', she waved to her howling Orcs before her and disdainfully ignored the screeching Elves on the other side of the pass.

Her slit sided skirt allowed acres of long, smooth, powerful leg to appear as she stepped, as well as rhythmically betray the presence of a long, wide, weighty object swinging in a great arc between her striding legs. Her completely uncovered, stiffly conical and jutting, Guild Elf head sized tits would jerk and shudder, oh so slightly, in gravity defying arrogance as she forcefully stepped.

Halfway between the two howling forces, Roger estimated that the Elves where just as loud, though much higher pitched, as the Orcs. He had to admit he was biased, though...Flare was 'influencing' him as she fished around under his disguise for 'something' hanging (temporarily) between his thighs!

After acknowledging her Orcs' attribution, Desiree climbed up upon the two foot high platform her 'throne' rested upon. Then, seating herself, she took a leather strap she held in her right hand, and tugged.

From behind a rock outcropping came a figure whose collar was attached to the leather strap. With each sharp, cruel tug on her strap, Desiree sent the figure stumbling forward, towards the multitude of leering, drooling Orcs.

Roger first noticed (of course!) that the figure was (unlike Princess Leia) suitably dressed for a collar and chain...naked!

Then Flare, hand closing in on Roger's right nut, gasped.

Then Roger's dick jerked when he recognized the deliciously naked figure now alongside Desiree's throne...

"Lady Gem!" Flare cried, barely choking back tears.

Lady Gem stood alongside Desiree's throne, wearing only a collar and leather strap. Her head lowered in abject humiliation when she saw the gathered Elves across the pass from her.

"Don't cry, M'Lady!" Flare whispered alongside Roger, who could see what certainly appeared to be tears running down Gem's cheeks. "We are here for you!"

Worse than crying, to Roger, was that Lady Gem was not bound in any way save her neck. Her powerful legs where not shackled, nor were her arms. Those arms lay stiffly down her sides, her fists clenched but impotent.

Roger had to think...somehow she permitted herself...she wanted herself to be there alongside Desiree! What power did that Aesir Bitch have over Gem?

Subconsciously he though he knew the answer and he fought to keep his beginning to jerkily erect, selfish male prick down...

Desiree reached over her right arm rest and stroked Gem's perfectly (of course) curly hair like the Guild Elf Commander was some cute little pet dog.

Gem didn't do a thing except lower her face further as the Orcs nearby laughed knowingly and meanly.

What did Desiree have over Gem?! Roger roared to himself, his prick stiffening as his subconscious mind registered the answer even as his conscious, ill-confident male mind refused.

Then Desiree, with a flourish, swept aside the front of her skirt and confirmed Roger's subconscious mind's answer and his worse fears: Her own version of Loki's Cock, all eighteen inches of forearm thick, metaphysical Elf enslaver, flipped up over her flat belly, throwing long, coiled streamers of yellow-white scum in long, high arcs over a still frowning Gem before coming to steely stiff, jerking stasis a foot from Gem's nose.

Gem's suddenly wide open eyes glowed in divine light.

"OOOOO!" reflexively cooed some 300+ Guild Elves as, in their eyes, the entire pass was bathed in holy radiance.

Even Flare cooed. But she also found, and gripped furiously, Roger's semi-swollen prick, still under his disguise.

The only female around him who didn't coo, admittedly briefly, was Hermione, standing at his left. Being Human, she saw no glow. But she hissed, nonetheless, at the pornographic contrast in relative sizes between the towering prick of Desiree and the gawking, glowing eyed Gem's face nearly blotted out from the size of Desiree's cockhead before it!

Then Desiree's hair stroking hand wrapped around the back of Gem's skull and the Guild Elf Commander began shaking her head.

Furiously.

"No!" Flare, milking his swelling prick under his disguise, gasped.

And Roger then noticed how Gem's face, even though it was shaking back and forth vigorously, was getting ever closer to Desiree's cockhead!

Desiree just smiled when Gem let out with a terrified, wild "No!" herself.

"You know you want it!" Desiree smirked at the helplessly struggling Guild Elf. "It is not like you have never tasted me before, is it? If I recall, you loved servicing your Mistress, especially with that talented mouth of yours! You were begging me not a day ago to let you nurse on me! I'm just giving you what you begged for! Enjoy!"

"Not...in-front of the...others!" Gem gasped, still trying to shake her head, resisting with every bit of her strength.

"You can't resist me, slut! Look, you're already drooling down your chin to feast on me!"

Gem closed her eyes, forcing a torrent of shameful tears down her cheeks as long strands of Elf spit swung and broke free to fly away from her shaking chin as Desiree's evil, but truthful words sank in.

She couldn't help it!

Desiree was right!

She was always right!

Gem couldn't look at that cock...smell what is constantly drooling from the tip...taste what gushes and spurts, erupts and spews from it without degenerating into such a slut! Already the insides of her full, powerful thighs were shiny with her juices, trickling down from her absolutely flooded twat!

She was such a slut for Divine Cock!

Gem opened her wet eyes and they locked, instantly, on the drooling glans mere inches from her nose. All she could do was pant...

Then her belly growled...growled in hunger...but not for food...

And Desiree chuckled, knowingly.

Gem looked over her shoulder at the smirking Aesir. "Please! Not in-front of the others! Not in-front of your Orcs! Please! I'll do anything you want...alone in your bedroom! Not like this!"

Desiree's smile faded. "You already have done anything...everything I've wanted, my Guild Elf slut!" Taking Gem's left hand, she wrapped it around the wickedly thick base of her cock. "Hold me!"

Gem's hand gripped it fiercely and instantly.

A long worm of wadd drooled out the tip and flopped over Gem's lower jaw and across her closed mouth.

As Desiree's right hand gripped the Guild Elf's bulging buns, Gem's tongue flashed out and swept up the half foot long worm into her maw.

Then the Guild Elf moaned. Nice and long and hungrily.

Desiree's smile returned. Looking across at the horrified Queen Thora, Desiree added, "Good! Now you may service your Mistress! Start with milking my balls, slut!"

Eyes closed, still futilely shaking her head, Gem's right hand snaked out and gripped the first softball sized nut she found.

Another torrent of tacky spooge drooled like baby-making toothpaste into her already open mouth. Her subsequent swallow sounded like it echoed off the Impassable Mountains.

When Gem opened her eyes the next time, her no longer shaking face broke out in a big, insane, hungry grin. As she leaned forward, unforced, her jaw dropping and tongue extending as far as they would go, Desiree laughed and, spanking Gem's bubblebutt loudly and sharply, proclaimed: "That's it, Guild cocksucker! Show your 'friends' what their Queen will be doing tonight!"

"No!" roared out over the pass as everyone of the 300+ Guild Elves, including those with Roger, proclaimed their resistance to Dark Lord Penis Persecution. Then as one, but slowly, steadily, in order to create a metallic sound not unlike running the tips of hard fingernails down a slate blackboard, every Guild Elf slowly drew their sword.

The sound had penis-cide written all over it.

The scrapping sound of those swords exiting their sheaths made Roger's shoulders shiver and instantly, momentarily robbed the formerly energized Orcs of their courage.

Roger could well understand why.

Gem engulfed that massive, fist sized cockhead in one monumental gulp. Then she gagged and twin strands of semi-colloid spooge shot from her flared nostrils.

Roger watched as Gem's eyes rolled up into her skull as Desiree's formerly spanking hand disappeared between her red, jutting buttocks and began manipulating the soaking wet and floppy pussy she found there. As Roger watched, his prick now rock hard under Flare's increasingly frantic jerking, Gem's hips jerked and twitched as Desiree's long, powerful fingers dug ever deeper into her belly.

When Desiree's left hand wrapped around Gem's skull, and that long, thick sanctified meatstick began disappearing into Gem's gagging, snorting, drooling and cum-snot spurting head, Queen Thora's Guild Elves lost it. Whether she actually gave the order, or it was a simultaneous decision, all of the howling (like an Elf), sword waving, deliciously deadly Guild Elves rushed pell-mell into the three gullies leading to Jotunheim...and Desiree.

Desiree, wincing and gritting her teeth from the intensely pleasurable sensations of throat fucking a Guild Elf Commander...one who also was mashing her former God-testicles to mush...only realized the Elves had charged when her Orc commanders got her attention.

Hastily she gave the command to charge...

And the Orcs, at least three times as many as were Guild Elves attacking, with substantially less order and discipline, disappeared into their ends of the three great slashes in the Earth parting the Land of the Light Elves and that of the Dark Lords.

The Battle of Loki's Succession had begun...

To the right of Roger and his accompanying Elves, where the towering foothills of the Impassible Mountains abut the plateau leading from Desiree's Castle, Victoria stepped out of Moira's casting tunnel onto a ledge some 150 feet above the pass. Instantly the Elf recognized that her position provided, in the vista directly ahead, a panoramic view of the entire pass between Jotunheim and Alfheim.

Stepping out from the gateway, she estimated that the ledge projected out a good thirty or more feet, its width easily thrice that. With the "natural" absence of acrophobia of the immortal she walked straight across, only stopping at the very edge of the ledge. She found herself precipitously overlooking, some twenty feet off the ledge's side, Desiree's 'throne'.

Victoria smiled and nodded. "Typical," she said, staring, amused, at what appeared to be a Guild Elf, perhaps Lady Gem herself, completely distracted in providing a most competently wet and sloppy, increasingly eager and impressively throat stretching oral labor upon that throne's occupant!

Desiree!

Her target for sexual assassination!

After only seconds of voyeurism the commotion of two armies, one Guild Elf and one Dark Lord Orc, charging into the pass and against each other, caught her aural attention and, after a quick jerk of her head towards the increasingly noisy pass, she reflexively dropped to her belly so as not to be observed leering at Gem's oh so eager and vigorous head bobbing service.

Immediately the Elf winced, rolling quickly to her side. Looking down her front, she saw that not only was she still quite naked, just as Moira had left her after be-spelling her, but, and just as Moira had left her, she was still horribly horny...as in "horny toad"! Her Black Magick enhanced clit, near sixteen inches of apparently permanently erect, four inch wide, slab sided clitoris, jutted up to near her sternum. While clearly superhuman in its throbbing, swollen erection it was, nonetheless, made out of all too sensitive unarmored flesh. Now she realized that it was not of a design to be ground with impunity into cold, iron hard rock!

Shaking her head in self-reproach for her thoughtlessness, she gingerly began brushing off the dirt and partially embedded stones from the underside of her clit.

Victoria certainly didn't need be told what this Loki-Cock dimensioned clit was made for! She wasn't about to forget what Moira had 'instructed' her, in unmistakable terms, when she had tied Victoria into a rack and mercilessly fucked into her the spell that presently possessed her, leaving her in this condition of compelling, mind-distracting, hyper-horniness.

She knew, had had burned into her consciousness, that Moira intended that the spell would insure that Victoria would be properly...motivated...as well as equipped to accomplish Moira's mission assigned to her! Victoria recalled vividly, in minute detail, what Moira had told her...commanded her...as she thrashed and squealed, impaled around unholy dick while tied helplessly in a rack and openly presented for the thorough Black Magick sexual use of a merciless Dark Lord Mistress...

But she also knew...recalled other orders...advice...from others...

"Elves, Mages, even Humans are very susceptible to Black Magick while cuming their brains out!" she ruefully recalled being advised by many real Mages and potential lovers around innumerable campfires over the...how many years?...of her past life. All had been fearful for her close "association" with and for doing "odd jobs" for Dark Lords and, especially, their Agent-Desiree. They had all told her that Dark Lords, and especially their aggressive, ambitious Agents, took great pride (and pleasure) in sexually breaking those above them (the only way to advance) and using those beneath.

And it wasn't that she had never observed such habits and actions with Desiree! But she blindly did nothing other than stay close to Desiree!

Look what it got her! The one female she really cared about was a sex slave of Dark Lord Chaos until she could rape the Dark Lord Agent that had been, until Moira, her Mistress!

Which was why she now had a huge, quite metaphysically enlarged, Black Magick enhanced female phallus jutting out before her; and why it resembled in its length and width Desiree's (and Moira's) awesome organs... It would hit the spot, all right, that 'spot' way up in that Aesir's belly that Moira's awe inspiring cock had reached when she herself had raped Desiree...and had very nearly broken her. If Moira had been given enough time, that first time, to pound away on that spot...to force Desiree into the mind crushing, machine-gun orgasms such an inhumanly powerful and huge phallus like hers (or, now, Victoria's) was capable of, the Aesir's orgasm smothered mind would not have been able to conjure up the counter-spells to protect her from Moira's Black Magick spell-casting.

Moira's spell casting could have reduced Desiree to just another Black Sex Magick enslaved Mage, good only for sexual service...like that cute and hot Hermione!

And Victoria would not now be laying on a rock ledge 150 feet up a mountainside, pulling parts of boulders out of the flesh of her arm long throbbing clit!

But Moira hadn't been given enough time to pound Desiree into sexual slavery!

And now that was Victoria's mission. Once Queen Thora's army was defeated, Desiree would be making for the Virgin Princess, to rape the next Princess into her, and thereby become the next Lord of Alfheim! Victoria would have to stop her...

And the best way to stop an Aesir is by driving the magic right out of her...by fucking her into a sex addicted feminine lump!

But one problem! How to get to Desiree close and alone enough to mount her? It wasn't like her clit was some Elf enslaving Dark Lord Cock! Victoria was certain, once she managed to penetrate Desiree's pussy, a few hard thrusts, some sixteen inches deep, would paralyze the Aesir with deep belly penetration pleasure and, at least so said Moira, make Desiree most cooperative towards receiving more...

The trouble was, how would Victoria...fully, monstrously erect and all...convince Desiree to get on her back and spread her legs wide for her? Furthermore, Victoria still had her feminine 'equipment', both her pussy and...anus! The Elf shuddered with memories of what...M'Lord Roger had done to her with just his first thrust into her butt!

Victoria glanced over the edge, watching a completely unforced 'Lady' Gem bobbing furiously over Desiree's divine Cock, snorting and gagging, slurping and popping in a most eager and thorough throat stretching cocksuck.

Victoria feared if the Aesir thrust that...delicious...meat into her face...she'd be doing the same thing as Gem...only with her ass! She had a sudden vision, of her on her back upon the rock platform, the Aesir hunched over her. Omnipotently Desiree held Victoria upon her back with one bone crushing hand around her throat, Desiree's other hand guiding her devil dick up between meaty and bulging Wood Elf buttocks, lining the fist sized cockhead with Victoria's tightly clenched anus while the Elf's ankles rested atop the Aesir's shoulders, presenting Victoria's doomed buttocks up for the demonic woman's use.

One thrust and she'd be back to being a demonic sex toy!

How was she going to get to Desiree's pussy without herself becoming Desiree's Bitch first?

Suddenly Victoria's head popped up, her eyes open and wide! There was another casting opening behind her! Twisting her head with a snap, she saw a telltale circle of shimmering air against the towering wall of the upper mountainside, very close to where her portal had appeared. Then a black clad leg stepped out! Immediately a figure followed, staggering to a halt within two steps as if it had missed a step on the stairs.

And what an "it" it was! Slightly shorter than the startled Elf, she was enclosed entirely in what looked like black leather from her chin to her toes. And 'she' was definitely a she from Victoria's quick perusal of the figure so well outlined by her snug neck to foot black suit. Almost Elf narrow waist, strong, well muscled, but still quite feminine legs. Definitely female-broad hips,, though certainly not "bubble-butt" wide, and the dead giveaway: those nice handfuls of bulging breasts so flatteringly outlined by yellow hemming atop the black of her suit.

Yellow stitching outlining a...bat?

"I wouldn't move too much, if I were you," from over her shoulder Victoria said matter-of-factly from on her side a couple of feet from the edge of the ledge. "It is a long fall, especially for a Human."

She watched the stranger freeze motionless while looking back and forth with rapid, quick head turns, a frown on her more round than an Elf's face. Admirably, however, the female showed no panic either on her naturally solemn face nor in her relatively restrained movements.

Then the woman stopped her head movement and fixed her eyes on Victoria's. "What?!" she barked while not making any other movement.

Victoria, still smiling over her shoulder in a way she hoped would transmit non-threatening intent, tossed her eyes over to the ledge's edge. "It is a long drop. For a Human, I am afraid the drop would be, even here, quite fatal." Then, as the female took a moment to gaze in growing shock more carefully over the ledge's edge at the ground far below, the Wood Elf looked long and "romantically" (as much as a naturally predatory lesbian-dyke Black Sex Magick be-spelled Wood Elf could) at the woman's tightly outlined hooters.

After a long, silent moment of Elf leering at her new prey, Victoria rolled onto her stomach and said, while resting her still smiling head on folded forearms, "Hmmm! Delicious!"

Instantly, with a jerk back, Batgirl stared, violence threatening fury igniting in her almond shaped brown eyes, at the smirk on the other "woman's" face. She had seen that smirk before...

On Catwoman...just before she sexually assaulted her in the alley!

Then, for some inexplicable reason, her gaze drifted down from that infuriating Catwoman-like smirk. As if in a dream...because it pleased her so much to do so...her still fiery eyes slid smoothly past perfectly formed, though not Catwoman-sized, pressed into the ground breasts, athletically...remarkably firm and narrow waist, enviously rounded and firmed buttocks, wondrously sleek and muscled legs...

In-spite of her fury, as she looked into the creature's even more sharply expressed almond shaped eyes and suddenly delicious looking lips, Cass abruptly, inexplicably, and...fearfully felt her loins start to heat up! As she stared, still truly furious in her conscious mind, at that...beautiful alien face with those long pointed...perfectly pointed...beautifully pointed ears, something akin to panic rose in her as she realized, with a shudder...

...That she would soon be wet there...down there!

Whether she wanted it or not!

Just like with Catwoman!

No, not JUST like with Catwoman! This time the feeling was, if anything...stronger...quicker...an invitation, not a demand...invitation to experience all those emotions and actions she had been denying herself...

The creature was so inviting!

So beautiful!

She almost expected the creature to purr at her...

But, with a little head shake, Cass stilled herself, straightening her svelte back, her powerful muscles tightening unconsciously. Not this time! she screamed back into her fear! Now she recognized it! Not this time!

No sooner, though, did her triumphant rejection pass than she again caught herself staring, no helping it, at those long, pointed ears...sweet, cute almost pet rabbit ears, then those perfect curves...again; the firm, smooth flesh; the gorgeous eyes and...kissable mouth...

Captivated again, she felt, like a physical wave, the attraction, the...lust build within her as she gawked at the beautiful, and no doubt dangerous, creature sweetly, deliciously smiling back at her.

What was this thing? She could excite...hell, turn her on like some high school cheerleader just by looking at her?!

She just knew she was soaked...down there!

What to do with some...thing that could arouse you just by looking at you?

"Talk to it!" she recalled many of her fellow Superheroes advising her. She recalled her father, a Professional assassin, telling her at least once similar advice. "There will always be a time or opponent you will face where your skills in combat, no matter how perfect, will not solve your dilemma. You must always give yourself a chance to talk with your opponent!"

This looked like a good time for talk! Cass used her eyes to point past the edge, then spoke through a surprisingly dry throat, "W...Where am...I?" Then she nodded towards the increasingly exciting creature laying...posing on her belly, sweetly smiling like some 1960's Playboy Playmate Centerfold, "W...Who are y...you?"

The Creature licked her ruby red lips, almost drooling over her 'catch'...Cass! "Where?" she replied in a silky, consummately sexy cat-like voice, "Oh! Don't you know? This is Lokin. And I am Victoria!"

Cass shuddered, in-spite of herself, when that voice bathed her like a sweet, warm, comforting bath. She had always thought that cats were so sensuous, and their voices (if they had them) would be so soft...warm...comforting...and hot! Like their fur running along the flesh of the inside of your bare thighs...

Batgirl shuddered again as wicked waves of pure little teenaged girl sex thrills rushed up her spine. When she opened her eyes again, she gave Victoria the most wicked crooked grin of a teenage girl losing her 'scruples' on her first experience with serious sexual 'contact'.

Victoria almost laughed. This one was easy! It's time to show this "Bat-girl" what...who she will be working under! Then she rolled upon her side, presenting her full frontal nakedness, including her magickally enhanced clit, directly to the beginning to pant Cass. "I hope to be your 'friend'! And you are?"

Batgirl's eyes flew open and her jaw literally dropped. Pointing at it like some virginal Catholic High School girl seeing her first male appendage in full erection, she haltingly gasped, "W...What is...that?"

"Oh! This?" Victoria asked with false surprise. Looking at her phallic bowsprit, then back up at the wide eyed, still pointing Cass, she smiled and smoothly hopped up. As her clit bobbed stiffly, she noticed how the Human's eyes followed it, up and down, up and down.

"Do not be afraid..." Victoria started, her voice toned perfectly to stifle any panic in her victim.

"I am not afraid!" Cass interrupted, with some force, but hardly with a bark of defiance.

Victoria stepped forward. "Of course you are not! I can see how courageous you are! I just wanted to ...share..."

Cass stared bleary-eyed into Victoria's wondrously deep and colorful eyes as the...delicious creature stepped right up to her, face to face. Cass quivered as the sweetly smiling Elf, looking almost catlike just off her nose, bathed her face in cinnamon scented air.

Victoria's smile broadened when Batgirl moaned into that torrid breath. "Let me..." Victoria softly whispered into the girl's face and took her chin in her hand to raise Cass' lips up to her own. "Just let me..." she added, right before the two pairs of lips, one vividly ruby red, the other a more maroon, touched.

Cass' hands, still at her sides, clenched furiously, her knuckles popping as everything below her neck went to steel hard, steel breaking rigidity.

"Baby!" Victoria husked against Cass' barely touching lips, "I want you!"

Then Cass exploded in Victoria's arms...

Roger gawked wide-eyed as the howling, flashing sword waving streams of Guild Elves disappeared down into their ends of the three great fissures that spanned the pass while, equally loudly, if with less tonal quality, a good three times as many Orcs, showing much less discipline, speed, and, if anything, less enthusiasm to get at the nearly rabid charging Guild Elves, sank out of sight into their respective ends. After that, he could only hear the howling.

Roger glanced over at Desiree. No other member of his party followed his head turn, for all were watching the trenches anxiously for the imminent collision of the two charging forces now out of sight, if not out of hearing.

Not quite true. Flare was also watching for the two forces to meet, but she was also jacking Roger's jerking, ready to spew Loki-cock in a blur, her magnificent little hand, trained for the sword, equally effective at 'handling' Roger! Without looking down he managed to slow her wild jackoff before he spewed all over the front of his disguise!

He then saw Desiree, and most importantly...Gem!

With very little encouragement from the Aesir, she was chowing down on the Aesir's devil pud, honking on it, choking on it, precum and saliva flying to the winds.

Desiree, Roger had to admit, was acting just like he did when Flare was finishing him off in camp after a long day on the trail...

Desiree was slumped in her throne, her head back, lolling back and forth in utter bliss. Her eyes were nearly closed, her grin lost to Guild Elf oral talent. The only thing 'up' with her at that moment was her towering cock!

In a literal blur, Gem's head bobbed up and down in nearly foot long passes. About a half dozen of those pleasure creating, snorting, slurping mouth fucks and she would stop, take a breath, and then go down.

And Desiree would moan. Real loud. Real real!

Down, down, down Gem would drive, force her head, her jaws spread as much as she could, her throat muscles relaxed like a sword swallower.

Down, down, down Gem's head went, wrapping around inch after arm thick inch of misplaced God-Cock.

Her jaws would spread, her throat would bulge, but still she forced more of herself around that cock.

Her snorting, gagging, slurping, grunting blotted out the sound of battle...still she strained and fought, forcing ever more meat down her gullet!

And Desiree would writhe under the Guild Elf!

'Lady' Gem had half climbed upon the Aesir, her left leg up and over Desiree's right armrest, thrusting Guild Elf loins nearly into Desiree's face!

She would have climbed fully upon the Bitch, but the Aesir stopped her throne mounting prematurely for then Desiree couldn't have seen the battle with her face enwrapped with Guild Elf ass!

Still, Gem continued to gobble divine meat...

It was all Gem could do...do for her troops. Maybe by keeping Desiree preoccupied with the best head Gem could deliver, it would give her troops time to get through the Orcs before the Loki Kai...

Gem gagged, real nastily, and two more plugs of precum spurted from her nostrils. She had to retreat...

But as she backed off she gripped the utterly sloppy shaft of the Aesir and started jacking it...

With inhumanly furious speed and admirable dedication!

And Desiree moaned like she had been stabbed in the back...

The collision of the two armies had Roger's head immediately jerking forward again, even though there was nothing to be seen. The sound resembled hundreds of monkeys banging small pots and pans together, only the howls were louder and usually much sharper, while the metallic clangs were just much sharper.

Even Flare relented on her meat-tenderizing of Roger's 'gift', slowing her milking while staring out, as all the others were now doing, over the peaceful looking pass. For an agonizing long moment everyone just stared as the howls and clangs subtly rose and fell in volume.

And then Roger saw 'something'...'something' fly up over the surface from out of the nearest crevasse. Then another, and yet another item flew up. Roundish objects, rotating as they rose, some rotating quickly, like a top, others rotating very lazily.

But all were tossing fluid as they rose up out of the trench, and as they fell.

Abruptly Roger knew what they were, but waited for Flare to verbally confirm it before he really believed what he knew had to be the truth.

"Orc heads!" she nearly cheered at him. "Orc heads!" she replied, quite loudly.

Everyone of Miriam's troops, as well as Stryker, and even a pretty worked up Hermione, roared their approval in Freshman cheerleader pitched voices.

Roger almost joined in, but then, almost with the first appearance of the Orc heads, other blood trailing objects: smaller, cylindrical, about eight or nine inches long, too began flying up!

Roger nearly lost his erection...

He did wince when Elves around him began cheering, "Trophy! Trophy!"

A minute or so later he managed to steel himself so, while not triumphing the loss of so much 'manhood', he nevertheless found some enthusiasm for the fact that the Orc heads and...'other body parts'...flying up were actually advancing towards Desiree's end of the pass!

Which meant the Elves were advancing!

Gem opened one precum wet eye to take a peak as she used her prehensile tongue to snag, and then begin to draw out, a tacky worm of precum from Desiree's piss slit. Relentlessly and most effectively that tongue drew the bulbous semi-solid end of the testicular Elf-food into her mouth, temporarily connecting her pursed lips with her hated Mistress and her divine Cockhead. Then the Elf's cheeks went concave and her ruby-red pursed lips began to suck the strand right out of the nearly jerked off, absolutely tumescent and vividly throbbing Loki-Cock.

Desiree, panting and thrashing under the aggressively mouth fucking Guild Elf, was beside herself as the intense pleasure of Gem's magnificent oral service (For which she, and all Guild Elves, had been created by the original owner of Desiree's Cock) completely stole her attention. Inch after twisted-pair thick inch of near coagulated testicle protein slid out of the Aesir's ready to explode organ.

Gem's hand was a blur up and down that cock. The "snick", "snick", "snick" of her thoroughly cum soaked hand flying up and back over the massive crown of Desiree's Glans sounded, at times, even over the hideous noises coming from the pass.

But it was the noises that interested Gem. They were getting closer! It meant her troops were advancing against the Orcs! They were getting closer!

If she could just keep Desiree out of the battle with her Guild Elf typical expert cocksucking, until the Elves could get up from the trenches on Desiree's side...

Maybe her troops would have a chance against the Loki-Kai...

Her hand sped up even more...

And Desiree moaned...most pleasurably!

Victoria's eyes popped open and her head jerked back when Cass, with a lightning fast arm movement, slapped her jaw holding hand and arm aside.

"Something wrong, Baby?" she asked, once again flashing a confident, untroubled grin.

In seeming reply, Batgirl sent her left fist right at Victoria's jaw.

Just in time, with superhuman speed, the Wood Elf jerked her head back, so all Cass hit was air rushing in where Victoria's jaw had been.

"You seem upset, Sweet-thing!?" Victoria added, still smiling.

"OOOO!" Cass, starting to get dangerously, lethally pissed, gathered herself.

Victoria seemed not to notice. "You know? You look all tense. You know what is good for that?" The Elf dropped a hand to her still hugely jutting clit. "Let me put this into you...in the right place in a girl, especially you Human girls, it does wonders!"

"AAAAH!" roared Cass, swinging into a full right leg roundhouse, hooking a still smiling and motionless Victoria around her naked waist and flinging her forwards...

...right at the mountainside.

Then, a split second later, Batgirl followed up with a massive left leg kick, planting her left foot between Victoria's shoulder-blades and driving her with skull cracking force into the iron-rich rock face.

Silence (save for the battle below) reigned for a long count on the mountain. Cass, breathing forcefully but still through her nose, stood still, in her fighting stance.

Victoria remained pressed to the mountain-face, not moving.

Cass began to think maybe she had cracked her skull!

Carefully Batgirl stepped up alongside the Elf.

Victoria slowly pulled her flattened face off the rock wall and then twisted her neck, first one way, then the next. Seemingly secure with her neck, Victoria turned her head to the left and looked at Cass. The Elf's nose was crushed, as were her front teeth, both upper and lower, and streams of blood, darker, more maroon in color than Human and with a distinct smell of cinnamon, were pouring down her face from mouth and nose.

But Victoria as still smiling, torn gums, cracked teeth and all!

How?! thought Cass, shock replacing anger. How is it she is even conscious, better yet still upright?! A unique, and terrifying, thought flashed through Batgirl: I cannot...defeat this...Elf!

For the first time since her childhood she felt fear at being alone...

"What...Who are you?" Cass gasped, fighting down her rising panic. If smashing her into a mountain doesn't stop her, what can I do that will? Tear her head off?

Victoria raised a hand with her index finger pointing up as a sign that Cass should be patient a moment longer for her answer. Then the Elf just stood there, looking at a shocked Cass...

Still smiling...

Then, before Cass' horrified eyes, the Elf began healing!

First the blood stopped flowing. It didn't slow first, it just stopped!

The already present streams of flowing blood almost immediately thereafter coagulated, again essentially instantly, into thin sheets of rubbery red gel. A quick swipe with her hand across her face and the clotted blood completely came off in a thin, paper-like sheet to be nonchalantly wadded up and tossed over the ledge's edge!

By the time Cass looked at Victoria's face again, after gawking with an open, startled mouth as the wadded up sheet of blood disappeared over the ledge's edge, the Elf's teeth were back, fully intact, and her nose was extending back out to its original shape and dimension!

Before her very eyes all the damage...repaired and like new!

Cass came very close to despair. How could she defeat someone that could...'heal'...so quickly!

Victoria simply and silently thanked Moira for one...one...blessing her be-spelling gave her: Plenty of energy to speed up healing. She realized that, under 'normal' circumstances she would have needed weeks to repair the damage that this...girl had given her.

"I told you we were immortal!" Victoria told the thoroughly startled Batgirl, again with a broad, toothy smile.

"What do you want!?" Cass nearly screamed this time.

Victoria's smile was as unalterable as the mountain-face. "I think the question should be the reverse! What do you want...need...from me? Tell me, did you expect to step out of that casting port onto a mountainside? Do you have any idea of where you are?" She waved her extended hand out in an arc that encompassed the entire panorama their position on a ledge 150 feet up a mountainside gave them.

Cass only frowned in reply. She didn't like the direction this...Elf's conversation was going!

Victoria's smile, immutable as always, seemed frozen in place. "I thought so! You don't know where you are! You were sent here by accident, right?! I certainly didn't send for you! And you are also certainly ill prepared to climb a mountain! How do you expect to get down? That is, if you now want to leave me?"

"What do you mean by that?" Cass snapped in instant lesbian-phobic derived fury. Then, after another count to calm her latest flash of temper, she managed to use the not insubstantial analytical part of her mind to clearly realize the position she was in: The mountainside was too flush, to iron-hard to climb without way more equipment than her utility belt carried. Besides, what would she do when she got down? The Elf was correct: She had no idea of where she was, better yet where she should be going! Anyway, it sounded like there was a battle going on down there! With at least Medieval weapons, no less!

Most immediately important, however: where the hell was she?

Resignedly, Cass relaxed a notch. "Of course I want to get down from here!"

"Good!" Victoria replied, stepping up to Cass again with a even broader smile. She now resembled the Cheshire Cat again. "Good! We're talking! I like that!"

Cass' frown deepened, partially from the Elf's attitude, partially from how close she was getting, physically, to her and...and...

As soon as that Elf moved in closer to her that ol' feeling shot up Cass' spine!

With a little shoulder shudder, Batgirl's nipples suddenly were pushing out her skin-tight suit!

"Getting cold, sweet-thing?" Victoria asked evilly, taking a good long moment to look over...hell, leer at, her all too feminine chest bulges which were now peaked each with a jutting rock hard pencil eraser.

"Look!" Cass tore her attention away from the sudden and growing sensation that was quite the opposite of chills that had, again, abruptly appeared between her legs as the Elf closed with her. "What am I facing here? Who are you and what...what do you want with me?"

"Well, I don't know. I've never met you before and here we meet with me all naked and all!" The Elf smoothly stepped in further as she spoke, breathing her last words into Cass' now flushed face.

Yes, the Elf told herself, this 'Bat-girl' could be perfect bait for Desiree...if I can instill the right 'attitude' into her!

Victoria waited a long, long count with her completely healed, inhumanly beautiful face an inch off Cass' nose. She didn't withdraw, even a little, until Cass could no longer resist the surging thrills roaring up her spine and melting her near virginal loins, and Batgirl's straight, wide shoulders shuddered precipitously and briskly.

The Human's nipples had to be sticking out through her suit a good half inch by now!

Finally, face turned slightly aside so as to not look directly into the Elf's wide open, wet and hypnotically gleaming almond eyes, Cass managed to gasp out through a totally dry throat, "I...I am Cassandra Cain. I am...Batgirl..."

Victoria blatantly looked Batgirl up and down, glowing, leering eyes lingering long and admiringly on Cass' individual 'charms'. "Very nice! Your clothing...flatters you! No offense, but such an...encompassing outfit would drive me mad!"

The tall Elf rose to her full height, now overarching the panting Batgirl, and ran her hands luxuriously down her superhumanly smooth, naked chest, ribs, minute waist and, finally, down breath catching flaring hips, closing her eyes as she sensuously writhed between her own caressing hands.

Cass' vision stopped when Victoria's caressing hands momentarily passed aside the Elf's inhuman clitoral phallus. Her eyes froze and then helplessly maintained her gawk as that prick-like clit jerked and then swayed with Victoria's smooth, agonizingly delicious swaying movements.

Abruptly...she just couldn't take her eyes from that alien...and torridly wicked...display of feminine beauty in sensual...erotic motion! Her throat was dry in the pant that had subtly started up in her heaving chest. Her mountainside hard nipples ached vividly...openly...demanding...

Someone...anyone...to suck on them!

Then she noticed how...wet...hot and soaked her loins had become!

Suddenly Victoria was fluidly moving in again and, in reflexive defense, Cass jerked her eyes and head up as her arms tensed.

But then she didn't do anything else.

The Elf seemed to float up until the tips of their noses touched. Now Cass couldn't prevent her eyes locking with the taller Elf's. She couldn't prevent each of her panting breaths drawing in huge lungfulls of Victoria's cinnamon laced breath...

She couldn't prevent, nor ignore, her barely covered, stony erect and near inch jutting nipples from pressing against and rubbing across the Elf's naked, equally rigid, and even more perfectly conical maroon-red nipples. The sensations were like lightning bolts surging through her heaving tits.

"That suit must be uncomfortable!" she heard the Elf husk into her abruptly sweaty face.

"No!" she impulsively, thoughtlessly gasped. But the less than forceful cry came out more a whisper than a compelling warning.

Then she heard her utility belt clank to the ledge floor. She tried to look down at it, but an index finger hooked under her chin stopped her and forced, with very little effort, Cass' head back up...

...to face Victoria's descending lips...

"Let me, Cass, let me...one kiss...just one kiss..." a Black Sex Magick aroused Batgirl only could hear, her glassy eyes no longer able to focus.

"No!" she meant to say, forcefully so she planned.

As forcefully as she intended to impose her resistance to Catwoman when she next attempted to rape/seduce Cass in some dark alleyway!

Only Victoria's lips were already there...faster than Batgirl's mind could command her lips...already wrapped around Batgirl's meekly still oral labia, entrapping them effortlessly...mercilessly enslaving Cass' mouth before Batgirl's lips could form that, or any, word.

Never, even when Catwoman was laying upon her in that dark alley, grinding their boiling hot and wet loins together, trying to capture her lips in her own, had she ever been so filled with...primitive, delicious lust. She couldn't believe how...wonderful that kiss was! It sucked the breath right out of her...

And replaced it with the most wicked, hot, delicious need for...

"I want you, Bat Girl!" Victoria husked into her bleary-eyed face when the soul stealing, lesbian-initiating kiss finally broke.

Cass slowly, desperately tried to focus her eyes on the Elf's blurred face while unable to stop swaying in Victoria's arms.

Her heart thundered so!

She couldn't seem to catch her breath in the head enshrouding fog of torrid, cinnamon saturated Elf exhalation!

She could only stand meekly in place, lost in the bliss of being in someone else's arms...helpless in someone else's power. She just couldn't, or wouldn't, order her magnificently toned and managed muscles to escape the inhuman Elf's sweet, intoxicating grip! Even if she wanted to, she knew she wouldn't...couldn't strike out...escape from this horrifying, delicious creature!

What was worse...she knew in the first place that she didn't want to escape this luscious captivity!

Such was the power of Wood Elves, even those converted from Humans, over the wives, daughters, girlfriends of Human MALES who trespassed upon the Land of Loki!

Then Cass noticed the breeze...cool, not at least uncomfortable. But temperature or comfort wasn't what concerned her...

...Just that it was passing between her wet, parted, naked thighs...

...Her pants were around her ankles!

How could she...OhMyGodIHaveToDoSomething!

Batgirl was about to start a near-hysterical series of sincere but wild punch throwing at Victoria when the Wood Elf, recognizing the emotional reaction starting up in her lesbian victim of the moment and acting just before the emotion triggered a physical response, simply moved back in to reestablish her chastity crushing Wood Elf Lesbionic Kiss.

Just before she captured the Human's lips, the Wood Elf exhaled hotly, drenching the Human's flushed face with sex pheromone, and cinnamon, laced passion filled breath.

One last inhalation filled Batgirl's heaving lungs with more than enough Black Sex Magick laced air to doom her.

Then Cass' lips were seized again by Victoria's all-conquering lips and a multi-foot long, slimy and consummately muscular, cinnamon flavored, cock thick lingus drove boldly and fearlessly past perfectly pearl-white teeth and into Batgirl's gagging throat.

The last thing the remaining part of Cass' conscious mind remembered after her drugging/oral violation was Victoria's wickedly and wondrously sharp claws digging into her rock hard butt muscles...

Holding her in place...

For Victoria's use...

When she regained reality after that kiss, seeming hours after that kiss, her tunic had been lifted up and bunched under her armpits and she was quite absolutely naked from there to her ankles!

But...it didn't seem as shocking or frightening now...

For Victoria was still there! In fact, pressing right up against her! And that hot, huge, feminine prick of the Wood Elf was laying up, pressed against her hot flesh from her loins and belly...nearly to the base of her swollen tits!

Victoria's talons dug deep into Cass' asscheeks and began subtly, but horribly effectively, grinding Batgirl's sex mound, and erect little clit hidden under it, against the smoothly unyielding underside of the Elf's towering phallus.

"No!" Batgirl managed to gasp hoarsely before the indescribable pleasure seized her. She wanted to resist, desperately she wanted to. She tried pushing the suddenly overwhelmingly dominate and powerful Elf off her.

But abruptly she realized with humiliating finality that, against this triumphant Lesbian Wood Elf Batgirl was no more powerful than a little teenaged girl against a hulking, hormone intoxicated football player in the back of Daddy's car. Cass pushed with what she thought was all her strength in utter futility against shoulders she couldn't even budge.

When the now smirking Victoria started sawing her awe inspiring clit up and down, right over Batgirl's stiff little sex button, all pretense at resistance instantly and fully collapsed:

"OOOOO!" Cass' open mouthed expression of shock from the initial electric pulses of never before experienced sexual pleasure that shot up from her own defenseless clit quickly and readily morphed, as the intensely delightful and diverting sensations built relentlessly, into a slack jawed, eye lidded facial expression of dreamy, sexual-endorphin induced nirvana.

She tried to maintain her resistance with a rhythmically shaking head, but she did not fool either herself or the humping Wood Elf. Even the head shaking would die a feeble death under the riotously building pleasure that Victoria was forcing upon Cass.

Then finally, relentlessly, Batgirl's resistance was swamped with unwanted but deliciously unstoppable bliss, "Don't...don't DO THAT!...that's so...wicked...good! YES! PLEASE!...Don't...stop!...Don't stop!...AAAAAAH!" Cass broke, exploding uninhibitedly into her first woman induced...female forced...orgasm. She wrapped her arms around the hard humping, and openly gloating, Victoria, holding her close, helping in the Wood Elf's humping defeat of her. The sound of battle below may have covered over most of Cass' bliss-filled cries, but Victoria got the gist...

She increased both the pressure and speed of her smooth, liquid thrusts between the girl's wide open and now soaked thighs.

Cass counter-humped vigorously, whining and wailing mindlessly, riding out every wonderful bolt of searing cum-pleasure until there was no more.

Of that orgasm...

Calming, regaining some semblance of reality recognition, Cass then tried to kiss the Elf, a dreamy smile of consummate young girl love, a former innocent lost in her first really pleasurable experience with sex on her face.

But the experienced Elf knew better than to settle for another mere kiss.

Victoria knew what this Human...girl, in her present condition, needed next! What she was unknowingly asking for!

Abruptly, the Elf firmly pushed Cass back to arms length. "Oh no!" Victoria said through her seemingly permanent smirk, "It's not kissing you need, or are going to get!"

As Cass looked at the Elf, an expression of semi -confusion on her face, Victoria suddenly spun Batgirl around to face the mountainside. Pushing her shoulders forward, she made Cass put her hands against the mountain for support. Then the Elf grabbed her near foot and a half long Elf-pronger and pressed the blunt, rounded tip right up between Batgirl's nicely rounded and firm buns and betwixt the little floppy labia she found there.

The soaking wet and quite loose labia found between strong, full girl thighs...

Cass screeched and jumped like a goosed horse, but Victoria planted her other hand atop Cass' head, holding her head down between her shoulders, in its proper place, with now awesome strength.

"Now, let's make you Batwoman!" Victoria roared above the din of battle, and thrust mightily.

And Batgirl threw her head back and howled away her innocence as her fingers crushed the mountainside iron-rock of which they gripped and Victoria's inhuman, be-spelled, and be-swollen clit began its remorseless slide up into super-tight, formally undefiled, Superheroine belly.

Victoria managed to get half of her clit up into Batgirl's feminine guts before the torrid, intense, silky pleasure locked her legs and clenched her teeth. She bent over the back of the quivering, whining, head shaking oriental girl, slipping her hands under Cass to fill them with her quite sufficiently full and firm mounds of baby feeding gland. Feeling the rock hard nipples dig into her palms, Victoria began grinding the belly buried half of her swollen clit against Batgirl's never before touched cervix.

Cass' whining raised an octave and her not at all skinny butt ground back, in opposite rotation, as if trying to get even more into her.

"Damn! This bitch is tight!" Victoria screamed at herself, battling the desire to explode mindlessly. "I've got to make sure I don't stretch her too much! Desiree likes 'em tight!"

Then Cass impulsively pushed against the mountainside and her grinding butt abruptly swallowed up another three inches of Victoria's clit!

And the head down, ass up Batgirl began howling hysterically.

And Victoria bent over further, sinking her fangs into the screaming Cass' throat, very nearly breaking skin.

Batgirl's cervix had given way.

Victoria was doomed. Never had her clit experienced anything as tight as a virgin womb. Like steamy velvet, the girl's inner womb tissues buffed and polished Victoria's clit tip with clearly "resistance is futile!" pleasure.

She was going...to...CUM!

"Oh, you delicious darling!" Victoria cried, giving up the ghost. Pulling back a few inches, leaving Cass' womb, she immediately rammed back in, uninhibitedly.

Batgirl screeched again with her cervix' second penetration. She couldn't believe how painfully...good it felt when the...Elf did that! It must be spreading her guts that made it feel so good!

She couldn't take the time to rationalize why she was reacting so positively to having her guts violated by the Elf, she only could think about getting more!

Victoria's grimace of near painful pleasure dropped into a slack jawed moan when, at the end of the Elf's next withdrawal, Batgirl's hips abruptly pushed back, downright eagerly re-swallowing the half of her just retracted. When Cass' cervix smashed against, then gave way once again, Victoria reflexively thrust forward, driving the humping Superheroine's face into the mountainside.

"How's that feel, Human!" Victoria roared in seeming triumph as she ground her mostly buried prick into Cass' bulging belly, grinding the girl's face into cold, hard rock-face.

"UUUUHHH!" went Batgirl, eyes rolling up as she passionately kissed the mountain her face was pressed into. Then, as soon as Victoria relaxed her driving pressure and began to retreat once again, Batgirl's hips began to move, only backward. She continued to hump back after Victoria performed her next powerful thrust. Soon she coordinated her backward humping, synchronizing them to Victoria's driving, ever quickening hip thrusts.

All too soon they were smashing their guts together, Victoria brutally driving her forearm long and wrist thick female prick into the madly humping Batgirl's now completely open and lubricated pussy. Howling in time with her belly's rhythmic bulging as her womb was forced up into her upper abdomen by Victoria's relentless drives, Batgirl found a new career up against a mountainside under the merciless fuck of a be-spelled Wood Elf.

Desiree lost control of her jumping Loki Cock just as the first flashes of lightning quick Guild Elf sword strokes began to appear at the Dark Lord end of the three great slashes in the ground separating Alfheim and Jotunheim. Gem...the former Guild Elf Commander Lady Gem...watched in utter fascination as the slimy horse cock throbbed visibly in her furiously jacking, dwarfed hand. As Desiree's towering organ began its increasingly wild, imminently orgasmic jerking in her dramatically potent, though physically overshadowed clutches, she even forgot about her sisters furiously fighting their way through a thousand Orcs to get to her, so 'spellbinding' was her masturbation of the divine cock just beginning to erupt into her beautiful face.

Then Desiree raised her left arm...

Gem, eyes nearly covered over by stringy precum, heard the, by now, very familiar growls of semi-primate Loki Kai! "No!" she cried, looking back at the ready to spew Aesir. "You can't!"

Desiree looked down at the still cock beating Guild Elf, and smirked. Her right hand gripped the fabulous bubblebutt of the Guild Elf, her middle two fingers digging deeply between Gem's labia and disappearing into her soaked pussy.

Gem moaned with the devastating, dominating grip of the Aesir.

Then Desiree's left hand wrapped around the top of Gem's head and forced her to face the precum pissing cockhead of her Loki's Cock. "Finish me, my Slut!" she growled, releasing Gem's head.

Gem stayed facing the huge cockhead inches from her little pug nose.

"Feast on my bountiful rewards for the Guild!" Desiree half howled and half gasped. Then she pointed with her raised left hand towards the pass.

Gem, not missing a blurry stroke in her jacking, felt Desiree's right thumb pop into her butt as the two long fingers flicked over her jumping cervix, Then, with a dramatic jump, the inch long piss slit in the tip of that divine cockhead popped open and a foot long, inch thick, off white worm of mutated babystuff spewed at relativistic speed right into her grimacing face, smashing into her right between her eyes and dropping down, tacky and odorous, over her nose and across her open mouth.

Before she could even register what had happened, a second, even thicker bolt of pure reproductive protein exploded across her motionless face, sticking like colloidal protein from the edge of her left jaw up to her right forehead.

As the hideously arousing ape-like roar of charging Loki-Kai passed her cum lapping position, Desiree proceeded to unload, in ever more violent and rapid spews, all over Gem's cum-blinded, widely grinning, tongue lapping face.

Gem was no longer thinking about her now doomed Guild Elf Sisters...