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.

24. Desiree Triumphant or In Every Guild Elf

Upon the magnificently sucked off Desiree's hand signal, accompanied by a great, enthusiastic roar of briskly released physical/sexual tension, the Loki Kai charged forward from behind her Throne towards the pass, the stream of genetically engineered beasts parting around Desiree's blow-job occupied throne like a flood of cockroaches fleeing an exterminator. Roger, followed close behind by the Guild Elves and Hermione standing and cheering around him, all promptly jerked their startled silent heads from the noisy rifts of Guild Elf/Orc battle in the pass to the abruptly noisier Loki Kai streaming Jotunheim side.

Roger watched in horrified fascination as the hundreds of ape-like creatures, all sporting jutting male organs not much different in dimension nor apparent function, in his eyes, to his own, Flare clutched and jerked off, divine manhood, charged wildly into the pass.

Then, standing some ten feet before him, Miriam and her troopers alongside her, who had been cheering most energetically a moment before, broke out in a spine tingling Guild Elf call: "OOOOOOOOOO!"

And Roger instantly realized, "instantly" in terms of the perceptive ability of the mere mortal Male, that those cocks too glowed in the eyes of Elves, just like his! Therefore these..."men" had to be the vaulted, so often talked of by the Guild, Loki Kai!

Then, from alongside his right ear, Flare, who had been so self-dedicated to beating his meat until he unloaded all over her, while continuing her jack-off with a hand literally coated with jellied Roger-goo, also joined in with the Elf coo to divine meat! His head jerked further to the right and down to watch wide eyed, and not a little disturbed broken heartedness, as his sweet Guild Elf, her vision now locked on the lead Loki Kai swarming over the Jotunheim end of the three great slashes in the ground of the pass, went "OOOOOOOOO!" just as long and loud as had Miriam!

No sooner than did Flare 'betray' him when, to his slight left, he saw that magnificently buff Elf, Stryker, stagger before him, walking across in front of him with a blank, open eyed gape on her beautiful face! No sooner had he looked at her, though, than she, too, went, "OOOOOOOOO!"

Finally, out the left corner of his vision, nearly standing alongside his left elbow, he saw a quite agitated Hermione, serious frown creasing her lushly innocent schoolgirl face, looking from one group of Elves to the next.

Then an entire chorus of "OOOOOOOOO's!" drew his attention back to the pass.

The Loki Kai had gathered on the surface, all around the edges of the pit-like slashes where the Guild Elf army was finishing off the last of Desiree's Orcs. The Loki Kai where hopping and demonstrating, but hurling nothing but what appeared to be insults down at the Orc skewering Guild Elves below.

And thrusting their Loki-like cocks over the lip of the valleys so all below could see them clearly!

And the warrior Elves below were doing the cooing!

Just like the Elves around him!

"We have to do something!" Hermione called out to him above the new cooing din. "All the Elves seem to be attracted to those Loki Kai...they seem to have the same cock as you...at least to the Elves! You have to do something or all our Elves will charge the Loki Kai down there!"

Roger reached down to slip his right hand into the back of Flare's tights and grip her plump, firm left asscheek, holding her in place...just in case. "Is that a bad idea?" Roger replied, noticing how energetic, how outwardly eager for battle, Miriam and her Elves before him seemed to be with the appearance of the Loki Kai. He could clearly see those Guild Elf buns, perfectly outlined by their 'painted on' tights, jump and flex with awesome muscular tone as they roared their defiance at Loki Kai aggression and cooed their enthusiasm for those apes' appendages! "The armies are evenly matched. Queen Thora could use every Elf she could get down there."

Hermione turned to him, thrusting her concerned face into his so the Elves around Roger couldn't hear. "Don't you see? Don't you hear their cooing! You've been using your Loki Cock to get all the tight, wet pussy and ass you've ever wanted for the past months! It isn't necessarily your personality...at least that alone...that has had these Elves worshipping under you! There is only one...thing...you need here, in Lokin, to get Elves eager to serve under you and its not your brains, "Sir" Roger! And now there are about three hundred more with your 'talent' and they belong to Desiree! Don't you get it?"

Suddenly blinking the wide, blank eyes on his stupefied blank face indicated to the teen Mage that, finally, Roger suddenly did "get it". True, he had been enjoying his 'gift', and not thinking about the consequences to Guild Elves if someone...something else showed up with a mimic...

Hermione wasn't waiting for Roger's typically slow, male thinking. "The Guild can't win against those apes! The Guild Elves...damn it!...all the Elves in Lokin were made by Loki to willingly lose to Loki's Cock! And they cannot say 'No!' to any creature, Male or Female, that has one. Before there was only Desiree...and you. Now..." she pointed to the pass, where hundreds of god-hung apes stood and howled along the edges of the Elf filled gaps in the Pass' ground. "No Guild Elf can defeat...damn-it! resist!...any creature with a Loki Cock once it's thrust into their faces!"

As if in support of Hermione's fearful argument Flare, who had been relentlessly increasing the speed and tightness of grip of her hand job upon his jerking prick, let out a most long and hungry moan!

Roger didn't have to look at the Elf to knew where she was staring...

At the howling Loki Kai milling in the Pass!

Then Hermione did turn her head to the Pass, then gasped, "Oh No! It is starting..."

Roger looked just in time to see the Loki Kai lining the surface around the rifts abruptly leap, nearly as one, and began sliding down the grass lined sides of the rifts and out of sight.

Shortly thereafter new sounds of battle erupted from the gaps: Ape-like roars, Elvish cries of battle. Another minute or so of noisy battle, then abrupt and brief silence until...squeals, "OOOO's", and lastly ear shatteringly high pitched and loud, echoing, and forced wails...

Chills went up Roger's spine when he heard those crystal shattering, dragged out and straining Elvish wails. He had heard them before...when he and Flare had been on the trail, long, long ago. It was the cries she had made when, late at night, he had forced her into uncontrollable orgasm by stuffing either of her womanly holes with his divine dick!

His Loki Cock!

"What do I do?" he turned back, completely sober, to Hermione.

But, too late. With an abrupt cry of command, Miriam raised her sword and she, immediately accompanied by her three troopers, started down the grassy slope at a dead run towards the nearest group of Loki Kai, standing aside the edge of the nearest rift.

Both Roger and Hermione called out to them, but to no avail.

Their eyes were glowing when they slipped out of hearing range down the grassy slope.

Roger glanced at Stryker and saw that her eyes, too, glowed like little flashlights. He nodded to the panting, gawking Elf to catch Hermione's attention.

"Stryker, stay here with us!" the teenaged Mage called out.

Stryker just turned to her and Roger, but her stunned facial features did not change.

Typically, Roger gawked in return at that perfectly buff body! Damn, but did she look good naked!

Stupid! Every damn Guild Elf looked like a brick shit-house, naked or not! Loki made them that way!

Then Stryker shook her head at the two of them. One tear abruptly rolled down each of her cheeks. Her meaning was clear. She had responsibilities to her Sisters.

As the Elf turned to follow Miriam, Roger reached out and grabbed her nearest arm.

With dramatic strength she flung his not weak hand off her, then gave him the fiercest, most uncompromising glare.

It froze Roger's blood for a second. For that second she looked like she wouldn't hesitate to destroy him if he got in her way.

Kinda like she looked when Dragonshaft dropped her upon his lap and he wouldn't let her go...

Only more so!

Then Hermione got one of her strokes of genius. Grabbing the hem of his disguise, she quickly threw his uniform front up.

Suddenly Stryker was gawking at Roger's cock, throbbing and jumping in Flare's indefatigable jacking hand, drooling almost continuous coiled ropes of precum to the ground feet below.

Stryker's eyes were glowing, again, only in Roger's cock light!

Then the buff Elf...smiled.

Hermione took the suddenly placid Elf's right hand and guided it to Roger's low hanging scrotum. Almost as if his nuts were magnets and Stryker's hands were made of iron, as soon as her right hand came close to his be-bagged jewels the hand flashed out Hermione's grip in a blur like a chameleon's tongue and gripped, a bit too energetically for Roger's taste, the first softball sized testicle of Roger's it came by.

Roger winced and nearly doubled over as Stryker's fingers threatened to mash his baby-maker, but Hermione was already pushing the Elf's head towards his balls, so, demonstrating vast internal reserves of masculine courage, Roger restrained the natural reflex of backing away from the nut-grabber.

His courageous restraint was rewarded when, as soon as Stryker's glowing eyed face got close to his low hanging, musky sac, Stryker dutifully opened her drooling mouth wide and, without any further urging by Hermione, buried her face completely into Roger's scrotum. Then, as if to make up for her too enthusiastic mauling of his nuts, she extended her Elven typical, feet long, prehensile tongue and began a most effective and eager lapping down of Roger's boiled eggs!

As he closed his eyes in very masculine hot, wet, Elf tongue cleaned testicle pleasure, Roger silently complimented the nut sucking Buff Elf: Flare had never done better!

Then Roger remembered Flair, still in his ass-grip. Glancing at her, he saw that she was definitely distracted by the Loki Kai, her glowing eyes repeatedly going from his cum dripping cock jumping in her fist, to the howling Loki Kai still on the surface of the Pass and then back.

He looked over at Hermione, who nodded back encouragement as she held Stryker's head "to the fire" so to speak, keeping the Elf's face buried in Roger's now soaked ball-sac.

Following the Mage's lead, he pulled his ass grabbing hand out of Flare's pants, then used it to seized her golden blond, endlessly curly hair to force Flair's non-resisting face down to face his jutting, disgustingly drooling glans. With her nose less than an inch from the precum belching slit at his cockhead's tip, the quick as a whip Guild Elf quickly, and virtually telepathically, got Roger's 'hint' and, in short order, her head was plunging down, drooling and consummately talented mouth wide open, to liquidly engulf a good foot of his throat stretching cock in one wondrous gulp!

As she took up her typically marvelous deep throat, head flying up and down his perfectly spooge lubed meat, Roger yanked down the back of the cocksucking Elf's tights and began a luxurious exploration of Guild Elf horse tenderized smoothly rounded meat-loaf tail.

"It is good being a God!" he told himself as his eyelids drooped under the twin administrations of Flare and Stryker.

Dragonshaft jerked his head towards the cave wall to his right with the sudden, silent, but brilliant flash of light. Then he smiled as well as his nearly lipless reptilian mouth permitted as two tightly entwined female figures staggered from the area of the flash. He stood in the twenty-five foot high, forty foot wide opening to his "friend's" deep and expansive cave. Behind the dragon, some twenty feet behind, diffused light streamed in from the only outside opening to the mountain held cavern. Snow could be seen falling in sheets across the entrance.

The cavern opening was some four hundred feet up a sheer mountainside. The cavern was located in the near northernmost regions of Jotunheim, essentially inaccessible by horse or by anyone on foot. It could be accessed only by air and magic.

Dragonshaft knew that the location was not dictated by any necessity to keep the occupant of the cavern complex in his prison. There were no bars here, and His Friend could obtain the magic casts necessary to leave this place...provided Moira, through Lord Chaos, allowed it. But that was another story!

The real reason for the distant location in such an inhospitable land was to keep Guild Elves and other females from getting to him.

It was not to protect him from the most fabled female warriors since the Amazons!

Actually Dragonshaft knew it was to prevent his 'friend' from ever gaining any feminine 'entertainment'!

That was Moira's vengeful wish! And as long as Moira kept her Lord Chaos...entertained in his own right with an endless supply of lush, eagerly be-spelled, talented cock-handling Elven (and Human!) sex slaves, Lord Chaos will keep his own former 'friend' in this cave!

"Cassiopeia," Dragonshaft solemnly welcomed the quickly recognized Elf part of the pair of nearly naked females with a nod of his muzzle.

Cassiopeia, with the still madly humping Swift's thighs around her waist and Shen Li-men's delicious lips pressed desperately to her own, staggered three full steps towards the completely unbarriered entrance to...His' Cave before managing to regain her balance. Carrying a vigorously humping, and seriously athletic Superheroine around by just her...wet thighs around your waist and your talons gripping her rock hard, yet all too pleasingly round asscheeks, made looking graceful while exiting a magick portal downright difficult!

Taking a long moment further in stillness to enjoy the totally enthralled and, from the copious pussy juice...human pussy juice...soaking her naturally naked loins, most adequately aroused Shen Li-men's oral and nether lips pressing and squirming frantically against her own respective labia, Cassiopeia tasted the charms of Swift one last time.

She would soon be someone else's 'partner'!

Cassiopeia, not without some reluctance, finally broke their oral liplock. Swift continued, however, to grind their soaked loins together most vigorously.

"Is He in agreement?" as soon as their vacuum liplock broke, Cassiopeia half barked/half gasped at the giant lizard while tucking the softly grunting, powerfully humping Swift's face into her neck and shoulder.

Dragonshaft nodded his head in time with his fully erect cock's eager bobbing. "He has agreed to all conditions," Dragonshaft quickly replied. Then, after a hesitation, he added, "If He is pleased with the gift."

"Oh, he will be!" Cassiopeia shot back while she pried apart Swift's waist enwrapping thighs, and not without some difficulty. She was strong...but still merely a human being! After parting those toned thighs, with a mighty shove, the Elf sent Shen Li-men staggering like a drunk...drunk on Elf sex intoxication...through His Cave's opening.

Swift finally fell, stripped naked, upon her smooth, round, hard butt on the smooth stone floor. Looking up with suddenly startled, white and wide eyes, she looked first at the naked Elf smiling back at her from some twenty feet away.

Jumping up, assuming instinctively a defensive position on her flexed, ready legs, Shen Li-men tried to scowl at the...beautiful Elf. Even though some little voice far in the back of her head continued to frantically urge her to resist...fight that Elf with all your strength...tear that Elf apart for that...that Elf was evil incarnate...she couldn't help but submit to the relentlessly building glow already saturating her...filling her of the unholy, evil love for and created by that delicious, inhuman figure!

There was no denying it: That...evil...creature still looked so...beautiful...desirable!

She wanted so to be again in her arms...wrapped around her powerful hips!

Then Dragonshaft's toe-claws scrapping upon the rock floor alerted Swift and, not without a start, she turned to her right, in his direction. When she saw the dragon step-hop out completely into her view, standing between her and the only opening emitting light into the cavern, Shen Li-men instinctively dropped into her...most dangerous to any potential opponent...fighting stance.

"What the...?" she started, glancing briefly over to the only...creature she knew anything about.

Cassiopeia smiled in slight embarrassment. "I really am sorry, my Dear! I have completely forgotten my manners! This...gentleman is Dragonshaft. And, yes, he is what he appears to be, a Dragon!"

"A Dragon?! Where is this place!" she unintentionally blurted out in a shrill, cave echoing scream, looking around frantically to make sure there were no other...surprises.

"Uh, Lokin?" Dragonshaft, literal as always, replied uncertainly.

Cassiopeia frowned at the simpleminded Dragon. "What is not important for you, right now, is where this place is. What is important for you right now is who is here that you are to...ah...service in this place!"

"What?!" Swift barked back at Cassiopeia, her intimidating musculature flexing in readiness quite visible to both Elf and Dragon. "What are you talking about?"

Alarm and fear raised the alertness of her magnificently toned and trained body and mind, but that torrid...lesbian sexual heat started by that beautiful creature Cassiopeia still formed a hazy cloud of lusty emotions around her. She knew her nearly painfully erect nipples hadn't calmed...and her pussy! Well, she just didn't want to go there...not at this time!

Cassiopeia turned slightly to Dragonshaft, off to her left. With some hesitancy, she asked, "Where is He?" She really didn't want to ask this. She was as afraid of Him as Desiree and Moira were, she was certain. As every female in Lokin feared his release! "You DID talk with him? He is here?"

As if in reply, from deeper in the cave's darkness behind the tense and alert Shen Li-men, a great booming hornlike snort echoed outward.

Dragonshaft nodded, with what looked like a smirk on his snout.

Shivers of feminine terror shot up Cassiopeia's spine.

Shen Li-men looked over her shoulder with a jerk as the bellowing sound swept past her. In her present condition, with her female nervous system already aroused, in more ways than one, by Wood Elf Black Sex Magick and pheromones, as well as her neurological self-defensive reflexes, her brain reacted in nearly a perfectly instinctual manner as the deep, booming, yet tonically brittle and piercing, bull moose bellow swept past her.

Swift felt her belly melt and her spine tingle as if she were a young, ripe female calf facing a rampant bull for her first time!

And the subconscious, most primitive part of her mind was telling her, through her hormonal and sympathetic nervous system reactions, that she was facing just such a challenge...for the first time in her life, an overt sexual challenge!

Even though Swift couldn't look over her shoulder at him, her hearing told her clearly that behind her Dragonshaft was hopping up and down in excited, simpleminded masculine joy. She could hear the huge lizard jumping up and down! "Now you will see your new master!" he repeatedly cried.

"What?" Shen Li-men asked, then abruptly fell silent when a...huge dark figure stepped out of the blackness of the back of the cavernous cave. Even in black outline it towered overhead, and was easily twice her width!

It continued to step slowly forward and, just as it entered the dim light of the cave, it snorted again, audibly resembling an ancient steam locomotive starting to move. To Shen Li-men the snort came out like a deep but brief, steamy horn blast which echoed off the surrounding rock walls.

A call like a bull would make when announcing his intention of mounting any and all willing (or maybe not so willing) cows in his territory!

And, quite unbidden, Shen Li-men's pussy flooded as the bellows echoed in her arousal seized head!

Then, just as the creature stepped completely into the light, Dragonshaft cried out in his hissing and loud voice, "Here is your new Master! Treat him properly, for you are his gift! Welcome my friend, the Minotaur!"

An irritated Hermione, completely overlooking Roger's perfectly understandable, to a male, distraction and dilemma at being dual orally serviced by Flare and Stryker at the same time, interrupted Roger's daydream fantasy of being a real sex god with a cry. "Miriam! Oh by Loki! They haven' t got a chance! You have got to help them, Sir Roger!"

A following punch on his upper arm, the arm holding Stryker's face between his rolling nuts, finally brought him back... "What!?" he astutely gasped.

"Miriam! She doesn't know who she is facing! We have to stop her!"

Roger followed the Schoolgirl Mage's eyes and saw...well...that Guild Elves were not invincible!

The Loki Kai were standing at the nearest edge of the nearest gash in the ground of the Pass, hopping and screeching like stereotyped apes, taunting the Guild Elves in the gash who were valiantly finishing off Desiree's inept Orcs and now trying to climb up the slippery, grassy slopes leading up to the surface.

To get at the newly arrived on the surface Loki Kai...

...Or escape those who had already leapt into the rifts!

Lady Topaz, leader of the 2nd Troop of the 2nd Squadron, had most successfully gotten her troops, without loss, to within fifty feet of the Jotunheim end of the middle rift. Only the hard charging 1st Troop of the 2nd Squadron was ahead of them. The three hundred or so Orcs that had been before them were now scattered all along their path through the rift: Heads here, torsos there. She could see some of that Troop already trying to climb the slippery grass covered slopes leading up to ground-level, and Desiree!

Lady Topaz, excepting some minor details such as the color of her eyes and shade of blond of her hair, looked like a typical Guild Elf. In a word: Cone-perfect-tits, Bubble-butt, classically chiseled face, teenaged boy wet dream gorgeous!

Finally having to stop because of the 1st Troop's slowness in climbing the end of the gash, she looked back at her troopers. They had efficiently and quite completely eliminated the 'only' three hundred or so Orcs that had assaulted them, and were now kicking heads and torsos, independently, to the side to provide a clear path to the end.

She also noticed how virtually all of the Orcs' 'trophies' had been collected and stored in the Troop's Trophy Sac! They would certainly look impressive dried and hung around the Troop's lodge back in Alfheim!

Then she heard the howls and turned just in time to see seemingly ape-like creatures arrive to line around the edges of the Jotunheim side of the rift! They stayed there, hopping and howling like the primates they resembled.

But, no sooner than she, and her Troopers, raised their swords and voices in a welcoming growl at the appearance of these beasts, than the shadowy rift interior suddenly lit up, as if it were noon on the prairie, with eerie, bright light!

"No!" she gasped silently when she saw with suddenly glowing eyes what those beasts abruptly thrust out over the rift lip from their blatantly out-thrust hairy hips, and what was responsible for illuminating the rift floor with holy hypnotic radiance. "It can't be! They can't be...glowing like..."

Then she joined the other one hundred Guild Elves in instantly, instinctively, irresistibly cooing: "OOOOOOOOO!"

As she cooed, unwanted, unrequested lust roared up her spine, making her strong, straight shoulders shake to and fro quickly and her dramatically rotund nether cheeks quiver like overly firm jello. She clearly saw all the Elves around her match that shoulder shaking, bulging bum shudder. Then, flowing back down her straight, powerful spine to her horse tempered and well padded by the trail tail, came that docility...that ruthless demand for sexual submission flooding her. It had been a long time since she had last had the Holy Privilege, the Divine Mandate that always accompanied the sight of that glowing Cock...the requirement to always drop everything so to be available to service her God, Lord Loki, if that ever was His desire! It had been so long ago...when...the last time she remembered the utmost Honor of being possessed by the divine, delicious, irresistible Submission to Divine Cock...

Until now. With scores of glowing, towering pricks arching over the rift, attached to...and these beasts had to the the Loki Kai intelligence had warned them about...her and every other Guild Elf there now had that ol' feelin' coursing through them again!

Coursing through her! Lady Topaz raised her Orc bloodied sword, and tried to match the bestial Loki Kai's howling with the Guild Elf Battle Cry, only her troop's response was substantially weaker than when they had first charged into the rift into the mass of Orcs that...had been there!

Then she saw some of her troopers send their sword-free hand between their thighs, rubbing furiously their crotches! The Elf loins covered so inadequately by clinging tights. Tights where were now soaked and literally plastered to their most feminine, and aroused, loins!

With a supreme effort of her will, she kept her left hand from between her legs. Yet, without looking, she just knew her loins were as clinging, soaking wet as everyone else's!

Then there was no more time for thinking! Continuing their roar, the Loki Kai abruptly leaped into the air, almost as one, and began sliding down the grassy slopes of the rift!

The 1st Troop was ready for them! At least as ready as Guild Elves facing Loki Cock could be.

Topaz grinned as different cries came from the attacking Loki Kai when their first numbers reached the bottom of the rift...and the armed and ready 1st Troop!

But the cries of pain and agony, while sharp and loud, were nonetheless all too brief, in her opinion. In fact, all too rapidly, the rising squeals and screams of Elf in mortal sexual crisis rose more rapidly than the cries of downed Loki Kai.

Where those beasts actually overwhelming 1st Troop so quickly?

Then her opinions now longer mattered as streams of howling, foaming at the mouth (and cockhead) Loki Kai were simply swarming over the desperately resisting 1st Troop. The Elves fought courageously and selflessly, clearly not interested in submitting to their primate opponents' crass and primitive sexual intentions.

But the glowing cocks of the beasts seemed to slow Elven reflexes, rob them of the strength in their sword arms. The Male animals leaped upon the Elves, manhandling the struggling females until they were disarmed and, then, helplessly stripped before forcing the still struggling but impotent females to submit to evil sexual assault and violation!

But the Loki Kai were upon her! she interrupted herself with a quick head flick.

The forward elements of 2nd Troop were first to 'encounter' the howling apes, and they were simply seized in huge, overpowering hands and thrown to Loki Kai waiting behind the forward-most charging beasts. Topaz couldn't see the fate of her troopers...but she heard their squeals.

But also she proudly heard, and furthermore saw, not a few deep gashes and blood letting blows from her Troops before they were thrown to the sexual wolves.

Then, just before her, Topaz saw a slightly different looking ape step forward from the melee', one whose eyes were set a little farther apart and his manner more...calculating than the majority of wild, spontaneous beasts around him. He had two Loki Kai 'escorts', one on each side of him, standing slightly behind.

He looked around the scattered battle with a judging eye, as if he was looking for something specific...

SomeONE specific...

Then he looked at Topaz...

And smiled, most evilly!

Topaz's blood ran cold when he raised his right hand and pointed his index finger a couple of times...right at her!

The two with him, as soon as he raised his arm, immediately snapped to attention, their eyes on him. When he pointed, they looked right at Topaz!

When the pointing finger jerked towards her twice, they grinned broadly, then made right for her!

"This is it!" screamed in her head as she raised her sword. She was given no more time to think of anything else.

The beasts rushed at her...

Huge hands outstretched for her...

"AAAAAH!" she screamed, swinging for the first ape, on her right, as he got into range.

Her arm moved so slowly!

He merely caught her sword-arm by her wrist halfway through her stroke, and her arm instantly stopped. Then the other hairy monster took her left arm in his left!

Then she was moving...flying backwards, the two towering primates bulling her backwards to the grassy edge of the rift.

"Ooof!" she grunted when they quite ungently slammed her back against the not at all soft, though grass covered wall of the rift. The collision wrenched her sword from her futile grasp, and the horribly strong apes had no difficultly in raising her arms up and pinning them to the wall over her head.

She immediately tried to kick the one on her right, but his free hand gripped her thigh in an iron hold and raised that smooth, horse holding strong and full thigh until her knee was even with her navel.

Looking at the broadly grinning, thigh holding ape with real fear on her face, she didn't notice the ape on her left duplicate the first ape's actions...she just felt his powerful hand cup and easily pull her left thigh up and out until her knees were high and wide outside her hips, her wet crotch now presented to the advancing Loki Kai 'leader'.

The 'leader' stopped some three feet before her...that is, his monstrous glowing cockhead was some three feet from her barely covered, splayed apart loins... For an instant time stood still for the Elf. The two Loki Kai effortlessly holding her, as well as her own wide and white eyes, remained fixed on their motionless, smirking 'leader'.

Then the 'leader' nodded his head, once.

Then, with the beasts sudden release of her arms, and only a shrill gasp from her to accompany their assault, Topaz's vest was abruptly ripped in two by overwhelming ape-like strength, leaving her archetypal Elf perfect tits, nipples already brittle and vividly jutting upon that firmly jiggling titmeat, bobbing completely exposed...and available...upon her svelte, heaving chest.

Before she could even lower her arms the two Loki Kai pinned them back again to the firm, grassy backrest she remained pressed into, a rude, imposing physical order to the panting Elf to keep those dangerous arms over her head!

Intimidated by their power, she could not...would not lower them when the beasts subsequently reached down for her tights!

Hooking her knees each over an arm, they obtained a handful of her ass and hip covering cloth in the other hand and, with a miniscule exertion of their forearm muscles, ripped her last item of clothing to tatters!

All Topaz could do to defend her dignity and feminine honor was screech in wide eyed feminine terror as her shredded pants were yanked off her firm and smooth legs.

Then, as her shriek continued, the beasts effortlessly reacquired her, now most beautifully naked, thighs. In a renewed demonstration of their power over the Guild, the two smirking apes, without straining a muscle it seemed, spread her wide open for their "Boss's" inspection...and use!

Her upraised arms remained over her head throughout her stripping!

Now, as she stared white eyed and open-mouthed, the Loki Kai 'leader' was stepped right up to her...and her soaking wet, crimson, floppy, and blatantly displayed womanhood!

She gasped raggedly when his massive, glowing cockhead pressed into and bulled apart her elongated, fiery pink labia. Gritting her teeth, closing her eyes, she fought the...awful pleasure forced upon her from just having contact with that...cock...that glowing cockhead touching her...there!

It had been a long...very long time since Lord Loki had blessed her with such...delicious contact with her pussy as now was surging through her!

It felt so good!

The Loki Kai 'leader' pressed his advantage...pressed his murderously wide and dramatically tapered glans up into her dripping twat until Topaz gasped, quite sharply, from the dramatic widening of her vaginal opening.

He stopped then, and she instantly opened her eyes...

And fixed her wide eyed gawk on his arrogant face. Panting wildly, belly heaving, she locked her eyes on those of the Loki Kai's 'leader'.

He sneered at her with a low, evil chuckle that was matched by his accomplices. "You are a Guild Elf Commander, woman? You smell like a slutty Guild Elf Commander! The question I have for you, bitch, is are you ready to talk, Elf slut? Tell me the disposition of you forces remaining in Alfheim? Tell me and you'll get the reward you want...what you sluts of Alfheim crave and deserve," he growled flexing potently the pole jammed up between her drooping cuntlips.

"No!" she tried to roar back, but it came out as merely a whimpering gasp. Then her teeth closed with a grimacing 'clunk' as he spread her further, rotating his cockhead up into her until his wide crown was almost through her willingly yielding pussy opening.

"Elf slut!" the moronic Loki Kai on her right growled into her ear as she quivered in unwanted, outrageous, unstoppable feminine penetration pleasure.

All she could do was pant...

"You will serve me, your new god!" the 'leader' confidently spoke into her grimacing, sweating face, then thrust.

She heard her pussy surrender, heard the syrupy pop of her womanhood keenly gulping up the Loki Kai's fist sized pud-tip. Then she heard herself scream as the bloating penetration saturated her nervous system with a new sensation.

A sensation not felt by her in eons...

God-cock! Filling her pussy...taking whatever space inside her feminine organs it needed...it wanted...

"Fuckin' Guild Elf slut!" came from her left.

"Why, you haven't but the tip of my weapon inside that fist loving lesbian belly of yours, Elf slut, and you're begging for more! How can you stand being so easy?" the Loki Kai 'leader' chuckled most disrespectfully.

Topaz, the muscles of her neck and face locked in the tetanic pleasure of taking divine dick again for the first time in near 3000 years, couldn't even shake her head in denial, better yet roar in defiance.

She no longer wanted to defy this arrogant, stupid, callous, hung-like-a-god brute!

He felt so Loki-damned good inside her! Just like Loki had felt, all those years ago!

Then he reached under her knees and filled his hairy hands with her rotund and bulbous asscheeks. Gripping fiercely those well developed buns until Topaz's buttmeat oozed out between his half buried fingers, he lifted her into a seating position in his massively powerful arms. Smirking down in totally arrogant triumph at the jaw clenched Elf's sweaty face, he spoke to his 'men', "You are dismissed. Find some of her so-called 'troopers' and enjoy them! Use them as you like, just remember our standing orders from Mistress Desiree: All Guild Elves are to be walking bow legged tomorrow! Now go!"

Topaz was already squirming upon his towering pussy-spitter, not even fully penetrated, already showing signs of demanding need for deep, belly bulging god-penetration.

"You'll be calling me 'Master' when I'm done with you, slut!" he growled at her squirming. Then he potently dragged her down by his Loki Kai handfuls of Guild Elf bum-meat, and a suddenly howling Topaz was swallowing up God-Cock with highly lubricated alacrity foot by belly bulging foot.

The monstrous pleasure of having her underused womanly tubes so suddenly spread and stuffed by so much...God stifled and them mercilessly quashed her self-consciousness with relentless waves of orgasmic quality bliss! No longer could Topaz think, plan, even remember her circumstances with that...wonderful, new-religion inducing prick sinking into her wide open girl guts! Topaz's highly disciplined, educated, and battle-trained mind simply disappeared under waves of primitive, wonderful, unstoppable divinely-inspired sex pleasure.

When the chuckling Loki Kai rested her cervix upon his steely Elf-breaker, Topaz lost all sense of duty and desire for resistance. As he walked through the former battlefield, stepping over her fallen Troopers who were helplessly, eagerly serving their defeat under his Loki Kai, holding her sitting in his omnipotent hands, her womb resting upon his huge and unbendable, and nearly belly swallowed, prick. she mindlessly gawked up at his triumphant countenance with a delicious Elven face displaying wide eyed and open mouthed awe and mind stunning bliss.

When he stopped in the middle of the orgy of Loki Kai claiming their Guild Elf spoils, he started Topaz riding his prick, forcing her hips humping forward and backward, running her cervix over his hot, firmly smooth, throbbing glans. With a pitiful whimper she picked up on his ass hauling motions, humping ever faster upon his steely erect glowing man-organ.

As she humped she sharply grunted, rhythmically and loudly, keeping time with each of her fast, energetic hip thrusts, "Grunt! Grunt! Unh! Unh! Grunt! Grunt! Oh! Grunt! By Loki...Unh! Unh! Oh! M'Lord! Grunt! Don't stop... Grunt! Unh! Unh! M'Lord, don't ever stop! Grunt! Belch! Oink!"

In response to her pleading for more belly dislocating penetration he growled into her face in what passed for romantic small talk between the all-powerful Loki Kai and their Guild Elf 'fucktoys' of the moment: "I want to fill you with my cum until its running out of those big ears of yours, Elf slut! So, you may get me off! Now!"

Immediately Topaz got the strangest, most crooked smile on her sweaty face. At once she redoubled her hip humping efforts, those horse trained buttocks now coming into their own, driving her hips, and completely stuffed pussy, back and forth over that jumping prickhead in a blur. Topaz's pants became loud, forced grunts as she stove, with unselfish urgency, to get her 'Master' off!

She could no longer think of anything else but servicing her 'Lord' and accepting, gratefully, his semantic reward!

It was what Lord Loki wanted when he created the beautiful little stacked, bubble-butted cumtanks!

And Topaz was good at getting glowing, divine Cock off! After less than three minutes of fervent, saintly God-cock humping, Topaz was blessed with a fire-hosing of Loki Kai spooge that flooded her tubes, overflowed her womb, and swelled her belly to small watermelon dimensions!

And as the spewing Loki Kai 'leader' ground the wailing ex-Guild Elf Commander's hips around his mostly Elf belly swallowed jetting cock, she fervently hoped that this wouldn't be the last time he 'enjoyed' her talents for another three thousand years!

The noises in the gashes rose in volume, and urgency. The sounds had substantially, and abruptly, changed, however. No longer was the clang of metal weapons predominate. Instead now it was the wails and squeals of feminine violation and degrading, humiliating submission to Loki Cock that prevailed, their cries rising so energetically out of the great holes in the pass.

As Miriam's troopers reached the half way point on the slope, in a near parade-ground straight line, the Loki Kai before them, and there were five, all with their backs turned, abruptly did an about face. Now facing the onrushing Guild Elves, thrusting out their only weapon...the only weapon they would need...into the advancing line of metaphysical pussy, as a group all five ape-like beasts grinned in anticipation of further pleasures sexually degrading foolishly charging Guild Elf.

While Roger could no longer see the Guild Elf faces, he was certain that their eyes lit up like searchlights with those eighteen inch Elf-breakers thrust up and out at them as they tore down the slope! As a unit the four charging Guild Elves tried to stop, to slow their out of control decent...

But the slope, thick with grass, was slippery...

Nearly as one, all four of Miriam's Elves lost their footing and landed on their well padded rumps with but a little "oof!" from each. Then, gravity and their own momentum still applicable, they continued down the slope, at increased speed, sliding on their round, meaty, bubblebutts!

Into the waiting Loki Kai's arms!

Roger found himself concentrating on Miriam, as if she represented the typical fate of the Guild Elves in this confrontation. In an uncontrolled slide, she slid on her butt right down to the smirking Loki Kai standing, waiting, spread legged before her.

With typical Guild Elf timing perfection she sent her sword in a wide arc before her, aimed at the stubby thick neck of her adversary. But her butt couldn't supply the stable base necessary to generate power in her sword stroke, and the ape was able, quite handily, to seize her sword arm wrist before her swing could cover more than a foot of its attacking arc.

Her sword immobile, the Elf just continued to slide on her broad, plump buns between and under the Loki Kia's spread legs until his iron bar hard, goo dripping cockhead butted into her descending head...right between her eyes.

With a grunt Miriam went flat on her back and then could only watch as the slit at the tip of that glowing cock, now hovering over her still head, opened and a good cup of colloidal testicle-pudding belched out...

...all over her startled, wide eyed face!

The Guild Elf writhed wildly as the hot, musky liquid protein oozed down her face and into her open, panting mouth and dilated nostrils.

Then the beast, standing and drooling spooge over her beautiful face, viciously twisted her sword arm's wrist in his huge, powerful hand.

Miriam screamed and writhed like a worm on a hook from the brutal pain of having her hand nearly twisted around her wrist. But the bastard refused to relent until her sword dropped from her numbed hand.

Throwing her pain wracked arm down with distain, he threw her sword far out of reach. Then he simply started groping her barely covered breasts with both his callous, huge and hairy hands.

Miriam, fighting down the pain of nearly having her hand twisted off her wrist, stared at his boob mauling hands a moment, desperately trying to hold back her tears. Then her eyes, finally clear of his spooging, locked on that cock still hovering over her.

Her eyes glowed like beacons!

But, when the ape tore open her vest, freeing her Guild Elf-typically luscious, full and immaculately conical tits and, admittedly, ruefully pebble hard nipples to his leering gaze, she was stunned back into action.

Instantly she kicked him with her right leg, as hard as that horse riding strengthened leg could, right in his ribs.

"Grunt!" the beast cried out, clutching his left side and falling back from the momentum of her rib cracking blow. He looked at his side, real concern on his face, as he rubbed the area vigorously, wincing openly.

It was obvious she had done some damage...

But, a moment later, it also became immediately obvious that she hadn't done enough damage...

Abruptly the ape looked at Miriam's near hopeful face...and growled. Then he leaned forward again and, forming an ominous cold, hard grin, viciously slapped her with a forehand, then backhand to both sides of her face! Each blow sent her chin to the opposite shoulder.

Each cracking slap drew a shocked and pained cry from Miriam, and the second vicious blow sent her head crashing back to the grassy slope.

Roger jerked and winced with each of the murderous slaps! Either blow would have broken the neck of a mortal human!

The beast then seized the stunned Miriam's shoulders and, without any concern for her, violently flipped her upon her belly. No sooner did she realize she had been flipped over than the Elf start to raise her head from the grass. Instantly the Loki Kai gripped the back of her head and forced, with omnipotent strength, the straining Elf's face back into the grass, Then, with his other hand, he savagely pulled her torn vest off her shoulders and limp arms and carelessly threw it away.

Miriam moaned into the grass, no longer moving, no longer resisting such cruel and crude power.

When the ape next hooked the waistband of her skin clinging tights and, with another crude demonstration of supreme power over her, stripped Miriam naked, the Elf just whimpered.

After her stripping Miriam just laid there, without the least protest, that quivering, horse-bred bubble butt presented up to the Beast for whatever...purpose the Loki Kai cared to make of her.

Watching the remarkably fast crushing of Lady Miriam's resistance had Roger gripping Flare's butt so forcefully as to make her jump and then squeal through her cock stuffed mouth. But, before he could actually fully realize what he had unconsciously done to Flare, a sudden commotion in the middle of the pass drew his attention.

Looking up, he gawked at what he saw for, from the center rift there were suddenly Elves in the air!

Then he saw the tentacles, one each wrapped around a thrashing Elf's waist, holding her high over the battle. Displaying her above her Sisters, showing off the futility of Guild Elf resistance to Desiree's tyranny!

As he stared, within seconds, the initial single Elf was joined by two more, all held high up by their waists. But there were many more tentacles waving, snapping, probing around them.

They resisted magnificently! Their swords flashed and sliced, and each Elf warrior accounted for two or more severed cockheads each in their, eventual, futile defense.

But, there were too many cockhead tippled, anaconda strong, devilishly guided tentacles, and the Elves where far out of their normal fighting environment of horseback atop a huge and swift steed at full gallop. Relentlessly, inevitably, their legs and then arms were seized and them spread far, far apart by overwhelming quick and breathtakingly powerful tentacle.

In a miserably short time all three beauties were disarmed and widely spread eagled above the battlefield. Helpless, they were unsympathetically stripped, and then a fifth tentacle for each appeared, shooting unerringly for their openly displayed, already wet pussies fixed between now wide spread thighs...

Oh, did those great warriors howl and writhe as feet of arm thick tentacle-cock drilled their pussies! Oh, could all below see those usually flat, taught Elf bellies bulge with driving, surging, ever more deeply exploring cockheads, moving from one bulging area to another.

All three Elves now could do nothing but writhe deliciously, far above their Sisters, as their bellies heaved and jiggled like sex-flavored jello. There would be no succor for them. Their fate would match those, eventually, of their Sisters: All with large, pointed ears would be doomed to merciless, overwhelmingly possessive copulation with arm thick penis tentacles until the poor, devastated female was reduced to a mere enslaved fuck doll thrashing and heaving in mind quashing, inexorable and endless forced orgasm!

When Hermione saw the devastated aerial Elves she cried out in utter young schoolgirl shock, then wailed, "Oh Loki! Desiree has brought her squids, too! Oh, this is horrible!"

Roger suddenly thought he heard, from an avid ball sucker whose lush face was firmly and deeply planted between his thighs and in his scrotum, a mumbled, "Desiree, you evil bitch!"

Yep, the hot vibration from his boiling balls confirmed, sounded like Stryker!

Yet when he looked back up over the Pass all three of the tentacle suspended Elves now had a sixth tentacle cock...shoved in their mouths! Worse, he swore that they looked like they were all too eagerly sucking the shit...er...wadd out of them! Most wantonly and voluntarily!

Roger began to understand Hermione's concerns about the Guild Elf disaster taking place! These super-warriors were seriously at a disadvantage!

And it was way too late for those hoisted into the air by belly probing tentacles! Almost as soon as he first saw their eager oral service, great jets of squid-chowder spewed out the nostrils of all three seriously fucked Elves. He saw their eyes roll up as the gushes of tacky wadd continued to erupt from their nostrils and spurt around their tightly stretched lips as they were presented in their all too humiliating, degrading semen gushing and wadd spewing defeat to an increasingly desperate Guild Elf army below. Soon the three helpless Elves where convulsing, their hips heaving in rhythm with the mad, overwhelming thrusts of tentacle cock into their wide open, dripping wet, eagerly convulsing pussies.

As tons of more squid goop gushed and dripped from their pussies in coiled, long strands, they were hauled back down into the ground.

To Roger's horrified eyes it seemed as if they were now looking forward to servicing squid dick for the rest of eternity!

Then he saw Miriam's head pop up, eyes wide and white. At once it was visually apparent that she had felt the slimy, red hot and huge, round cockhead of her conquering Loki Kai, that Roger clearly could observe, slipping between her bulging buns to press right on her hysterically clenching asshole! "No! Please! Not that!" she desperately, and quite loudly, cried...no...begged of her attacker, as any remaining humiliation was forgotten in her helpless, anal penetration panic as the bestial Loki Kai skillfully both lubricated her backdoor as well as began the process of prying it open...

For its use!

Callously ignoring her panicked screeches and thrashing thighs, the Loki Kai pressing his fist sized glans against her unwillingly dilating anus just snorted a brief, cruel and degrading chuckle down on the squirming, sex defeated Elf Warrior beneath him. "To the victor goes the buttfuck!" obviously was his motto!

With a shriek from the defeated, and a heartfelt "Ah!" from the victor, the Guild Elf gave up her spoils.

Roger couldn't believe how...easily Miriam was taken! All the gyrations and preparations he had went through to bed just one Guild Elf, and this...this...hung monkey just takes what he wants and that slut Miriam lets him!

Then Miriam's head pops up again, eyes shining like searchlights, and an outraged Roger watches as she accepts, without visible or audible protest, a good foot of Loki Cock right up her chute!

What is going on around here! Roger screamed at himself.

But the beast riding Miriam's back wasn't finished! With a brutal, massively powerful jab of his hips, the remaining foot of arm thick cock still sticking out between Miriam's wide spread meat-loaves of her tail shot into her. Her belly swelled, lifting her ass, and the Loki Kai riding her, a good three inches up, while the rest of the Elf squealed and thrashed wildly under him. Her hands and feet tore at the grassy slope, her teeth clenched in a pain/bliss mix of mind smothering semi-rapturous sensation.

When her eyes subsequently rolled up into her skull, and her jaw dropped in awed penetration, and, finally, as her head followed her jaw, dropping seemingly senselessly to the soft, green ground beneath it, Miriam let out with a nut tingling moan of completely sexually overwhelmed female flesh that said it all for the sexually crushed Elf.

"Ah!" went the Loki Kai, squirming around his butt buried Loki Cock, enjoying the hungry milking of him by her bowels as powerful convulsions took possession of the orgasm seized Miriam's lush, fuckable body.

Roger, remembering when he had acted that way with butt fucked Guild Elves, and shocked at the prowess (and Roger-like arrogance) of the Loki Kai with Miriam (as well as with her troopers who were all deeply and ruthlessly impaled on the equally monstrous glowing bones of his compatriots!), suddenly noticed another Elf scramble up over the edge of the rift, behind and slightly to the side of the ape using Miriam. The poor thing's eyes were wide with a terror he had never seen in a Guild Elf before.

Just as she cleared the edge, and hope began to appear on her terror blemished face, a hairy and huge masculine hand appeared from behind and below her and, like a steel trap, seized her ankle. Pulling, he brought the Elf down upon her ample chest with an "oof!"

Effortlessly the all-powerful arm pulled the valiantly, hysterically kicking and slapping, and screaming Elf back into the rift...and her fate in penile doom.

Then he saw another Loki Kai appear from out of the rift, farther down into the pass. He had a Guild Elf with him. She was naked, of course, her back held against his hairy, hot body by a huge hand and arm across her ribs just below those perfect, conical Elf tits. Below the arm her usually flat belly bulged with an obvious outline of another Roger-like Loki Cock, which she was actively squirming around.

The Elf clutched the fur of the Beast's waist's sides, her teeth clenched as her stuffed hips rotated around and around that penile spike thrust up her.

In-spite of her grimacing face and fur clutching hands, she appeared to Roger to be not the least interested in being taken off that Elf breaking cock!

The Loki Kai, easily carrying the spitted Guild Elf with one arm, stopped a count to quickly look around him.

Looking for a nice, quiet place to enjoy his 'catch', Roger thought!

He must have found it for, a count later, he turned and quickly carried off his squirming, squealing, not-in-the-least resisting 'entertainment' of the day!

"This is bad! This is horrible!" he heard Hermione repeat as she watched the Guild Elf army relentlessly reduced to fucktoy status by the callous, rapacious Loki Kai. "The Guild is losing! That means..." she hesitated, looking at the Jotunheim end of the pass, where Desiree's Throne sat.

The...thing stopped just inside the lit area, as if letting his new 'gift' inspect his 'equipment' before he rushed her!

And certainly, for a solid minute, Swift gawked, frozen in her fighting stance, quite unable to move, at least not quickly.

After that minute of wide and white eyed gape, then, abruptly and forcefully, 'emotions' swept her.

Instinctively the part of her mind not yet shocked into immobility analyzed the 'emotions' surging through her: Fear, certainly...and naturally! The beast towered over her! He had to be ten foot tall!

Fear and...awe, likewise! Never had she seen, had even imagined, such a beastly powerful humanoid creature! Ten foot tall, standing securely on two massively muscled human appearing but tree trunk dimensioned legs, the only non-human like structures she could see were his cloven hooves and...his head.

Excepting his hoofed feet and distinctly bullish head, his body was human, quite massively so...and massively muscled as well! Nothing in her memory, not even the Hulk in the comic books, had such exaggerated musculature! He looked like he could rip her asunder without effort!

Fear and awe and...she didn't want to describe the third...wicked...emotion that tore through her! An emotion that was not only...obscene...but also was growing, getting stronger, more distracting within her by the minute!

Her eyes had dropped sufficiently to confirm her original assumption that "He" was a "He"! Awesomely so!

"He" was hung like the proverbial White Bull classically considered his father! Easily two feet long, and as thick as the Hulk's calf muscle, the phallus jutted up and outward in seemingly permanent erection. Much darker skinned than his, admittedly, already dark brown flesh, it was laced with an unusual plethora of pulsing, raised maroon colored veins running from just behind his man-sized fist sized cockhead to the tangled tuff of black hair/fur around the upper half of his loins.

Beneath that sex-weapon, it just got worse...from her point of view! Hanging in a grocery bag sized scrotum was a pair of Australian football shaped, Human head proportioned testicles swinging lazily back and forth a good two feet below his groin.

With a jolt of all too feminine fear/excitement from his obvious and wicked display of terrifyingly potent endowment, she jerked her vision up to his face. Even his face projected potency! Arrogant, overwhelming, male potency!

Basically bull headed...literally, his muzzle was only about half as long as typical for male bovine, but the horns atop his head, exiting at the top front of the sides of the box-like skull, were long enough to thrust forward and curve inward till they ended in lethal points just in-front of the outside edges of his temples. He had the usual patches of hair on his chin and under his lower lip, as well as his eyebrows and before his up-jutting ears. Slightly overhung by those eyebrows, his eyes, looking small and beady in contrast to his huge, block-like skull, glowed vivid red.

Shen Li-men shuddered when his tongue suddenly jutted out between nearly closed lips. It was frighteningly long and wide, well over a foot in length and with a width that easily matched, if not exceeded, her wrist. He momentarily waved it about, up and down and in and out, demonstrating its downright athletic prowess to the motionless Superheroine, soon to be 'Gift'.

"As if he were licking a salt lick..." she silently told herself while watching the athletic gyrations of that big pink lingus.

"Or my pussy!" echoed her still Wood Elf fired up subconscious!

Suddenly the glassy eyed Swift realized the Minotaur was moving! With a quick shake of her head she managed to reestablish her defensive stance, but the pant that had come up while she was 'thinking' about that tongue remained.

But then she realized that the Beast wasn't moving towards her. Instead he was pirouetting like some elephantine ballerina-!

He turned his back to her!

Why?

Then he raised his fists up to over his deltoids, elbows outward, and flexed.

Swift, in-spite of her fear and suspicions, clearly, and quite audibly, gasped out at the sight. Those bulging muscles, from his neck and shoulders down to his calves, swelled and hardened even further!. He was posing for her!

And the vision of hard body perfection, over-perfection, thrilled her...no helping it on the unconscious-subconscious level...galvanized Swift to her sexual...to her very feminine core!

Her frantically working analytical mind, still, barely, functional in this testosterone overdosed, muscleman universe within this cave, kept up the information flow: Was this what it was like, so many thousands of years ago, when a male seduced his mate in a process that more resembled rape today? But her upfront mind, feeding its own form of 'information' through her gawking eyes, was 'thinking' about other 'things'!

For the first time her eyes caught his tail, flicking sensuously around and back and forth. Instantly fascinated, she watched, entranced again, as the three foot long flagellate with the hairy tuft at the end danced dexterously before her eyes. It extended out right where his massively firm and deeply dimpled and, naturally, rock hard buttocks nearly met at their apex.

A part of her mind, a very different part compared to her analytical self, with nothing but evil intent of satisfying her primitive female instincts, added its own analysis behind her fascinated gape, "What would THAT feel like stroking back and forth between your legs?"

Suddenly her next inhalation went in as a vivid and obvious shuddering hiss.

Hearing his "Gift's" loud, shuddering hiss, immediately thereafter the hunky Beast turned back around...

And, with a knowing smirk on his muzzle, stepped for her...

Instantly seeing His advance, Swift tried to reset her stance, to flex her muscles, to prepare to defend herself, no matter how futile it appeared in the face of such power...

But she found herself only staring, like a deer caught in approaching headlights, at the feet long worm of brilliant white, tackily coiled, and finger thick precum hanging from that pulsing purple prickhead of His stiffly bobbing, closing bull prick!

Only, with his drooling glans just a foot before her nose, he stopped! There he glared down at her...confident, downright arrogant, and, of course, all-powerful.

"Do you want her?" Dragonshaft blurted out, unable to contain his excitement. "Is she a good gift?"

Cassiopeia could only stand there near the Dragon, eyes locked on the Minotaur, her pants even more dramatically fast and deep than Shen Li-men's. She had almost forgotten, it had been so long since she last...experienced the Minotaur's presence, but now the appalling effects just the presence of the Beast had on the female residents of Lokin had returned to her memory like revisiting a great and horrid natural disaster!

He chucked, not taking his brilliant red eyes off of Shen Li-men's own stare. "Let us find out!" he growled, deep, tonal, and powerfully, in reply to Dragonshaft.

Then he reached for her.

"No!" Swift cried out through a desert dry throat. She dramatically flexed her arms, almost throwing a blow.

The Minotaur, to his credit, saw the reaction and hesitated. When nothing violent from his 'gift' followed, he chuckled again. "You are strong...good! Tell me, do you find me...attractive?"

Shen Li-men frowned, which gave away her answer even before she could lie.

The Beast roared in laughter, filling the cave with sudden ear ringing tympanic sound. Swift jumped at first from its sheer volume and tone, but managed to hold her ground.

Even his laughter was potent! she thought as more surges of all too feminine lust shot through her. Worse, they urged more submission than resistance from her! Her natural aggression was fading under this Beast's potent presence!

No sooner had her despair generating thoughts faded, however, then, as he laughed, his mighty cock flipped up and tossed a good two foot long strand of gooey precum right across her face!

The smell! swept through Shen Li-men's consciousness. Immediately thereafter, as if smelling it for the first time, her senses were saturated with...musk! Her eyes dropped to the two low hanging testicles not three feet before her. They were the source of that musk! Ignoring the sexy odor until her face was inoculated with the Minotaur's spooge, she could vividly smell their potent odor now!

She couldn't ignore that odor now!

That damn voice in the back of her head chimed up: So Good!

Again she had to desperately force down that damned voice!

Thoughtlessly she licked her lips. Lips that had just been spooged by the Minotaur!

Instantly her mouth flooded with saliva. In growing shock she realized that it was her first taste of...semen, any man's...male's...and, while quite alien to her palate (perhaps a touch of almond present), she rapidly found it...no wanting to...delicious in a consummately sexy way!

Then he was reaching out for her again, as if to caress her face...or throttle her throat!

With lightning speed she sent a furious left-right into his palm. To her great relief he immediately and rapidly drew his hand back, shaking it and flexing his fingers around his pained palm.

Glancing at his palm, he looked back at Swift. She thought (or hoped) she saw heightened admiration on his beady eyed face.

"Not bad boxing skills...for a woman!" he replied in that deep, virile voice. He looked more closely at her face. "You are clearly a woman of fighting skill! But not an Amazon," he added, dropping his gaze obviously to her hand and a half full boobs jutting firmly out from her heaving chest, her deep red nipples still furiously erect and hard.

Her imagination was temporarily occupied, thanks to that traitorous voice started by Cassiopeia's sex magick, of the consequence of an imagined meeting of Wonder Woman and this Monster. Of Wonder Woman, on her back, stripped pink and bare, with her ankles alongside her ears as the Minotaur arched dominately over her, smoothly, rhythmically, and slowly driving his inhuman prick far up her swelling belly, only to withdraw just as slowly and smoothly in order to repeat the remorseless masculine assault. WW would be howling like a banshee, wide eyed, her head tossing side to side as she futilely, desperately, tried to hold off the mind crushing waves of deep belly orgasm.

And everyone who looked at her, as well as the all conquering bull atop her, knew she was doomed...

But the Minotaur went on, "You look like a Barbarian...perhaps from Cathy or Sogdania or Bactria? I did not know of any Amazons from Cathy, they were thought to come from Sogdania or the deep Northern regions of Persia. But that was long ago, it is possible that things, and women, have changed since."

His eyes dropped to Swift's bald and jutting mound. She quickly and silently wished that he couldn't see her clearly aroused, low hanging labia!

"You are glad to see me, I can see it clearly!" came immediately back from the leering beast. "You are wet and aroused for me, and I have not even touched you yet! Most admirable in a gift! From your smoothness atop your veneris mons, I do believe you are from Cathy. Their women come naturally lightly furred in the loins..." He looked back to Shen Li-men's eyes. "I know this for a fact!" Then he grinned. "Your eyes have the shape of almonds, which is also a trait of Cathy! I am honored that I have been given, as a gift, a warrior of Cathy! I must give my thanks to your lord!"

"I have no lord!" Swift gasped, tiring of his monologue. "Let's get this over with! What do you plan for me?"

He looked at her with surprise. "Why, you are mine! A gift to me to obtain certain 'services' from me! I will keep you, forever...I am immortal, after all! I will use you to exercise my..." He then pointed at his drooling bull cock staring Shen Li-men in the face.

"What?!" She screeched, redoubling her readiness to fight. "I am to be your whore the rest of my days? I'd rather die first!"

"Really?" he came back without mirth. "I have heard that before, yet I have never found a woman or girl who could keep that promise! Perhaps women have changed since I last was on Earth? Those tales of my cannibalism have been very exaggerated. So your life is really not in danger, at least by me! By the way, since I am immortal, and as long as you service my...'needs'...you, too, will be deathless. Does that change your mind?"

"NO!" she snapped back. "Come on, Beast! Make your move!"

"'Make your move'?" he hesitated, translating her last statement. Then he nodded. "Oh, of course! Well, I would be happy to crush your resistance, but I am afraid you would not be able to service me very well afterwards. I have another suggestion that may, if you can control your emotional responses to me and consider your situation rationally, save you much needless injury and pain..."

Then he raised himself up to his full height and took a step forward. Dropping his arms to his sides, he smiled down at her. "Now, why don't you...convince me not to rape you!"

"What?!"

"Defeat me! If you are the great warrior that I believe you are, to defend yourself if...when I attack you, you will have to defeat me! I am giving you the first opportunity! Defeat me, or I will sexually possess you for all time!"

Suddenly Shen Li-men realized the situation she was in. He was offering her the first shot! Must be some weird Gentleman's honor thing, she thought.

But time for discussion was over! "I am tired of waiting, woman!" he barked. Suddenly he was reaching out for her again!

Instantly Swift was moving again, her lightning reflexes taking over, and again she sent her rock hard fists into his approaching palm.

No sooner was her blows applied than he dropped that threatening hand to his side and waited, an irritating smirk on his bovine face.

Shen Li-men, as soon as she retracted her arms, leaped and slammed her right foot into the beast's completely unprotected belly. On her way down she observed that, firstly, the Beast was making no attempt to prepare for her next attack and, secondly, her first attack apparently had no ill effect upon him!

She allowed herself no time being distracted by the alarm that went through her at the Beast's invulnerability to her first blow. She had put men through walls with that kick!

As soon as she landed she dropped to her left arm and leg and send another extending kick, this time at his left knee joint. It felt like she were kicking a steel pipe, and the joint didn't so much as flex!

She would have crippled any Human back on Earth with that blow!

Suddenly Shen Li-men felt fear...real fear, and it was rising unto panic when she looked up at the still arrogantly smirking face of the Minotaur! It began to sink in that maybe she couldn't hurt this thing!

"Well, I'm not going to give up my body to this Monster without a serious fight!" she screamed silently at herself, overcoming her growing fear of failure. Leaping as powerfully as her magnificently conditioned legs could manage, literally transforming into a human projectile, with all her courage and determination she sent the most vicious right cross smack on the Minotaur's snout/chin. She struck right on, at an absolutely perfect angle and deflection...

...And the Minotaur's head jerked to his right, about one inch.

And Swift cried out in pain as she went down. Landing before the unmoved Male Monster, she smoothly dropped to one knee, cradling her right arm. With a jerk she raised her head up to glare at the smirking Minotaur, her arm tingling wildly from compression of her ulnar nerve.

There was fear on her glaring face.

It was like hitting a brick wall, that jaw! roared through her pain jarred head. Never had she struck someone so resistant...so irresistibly strong! So arrogantly stoney hard and powerful.

Then she looked down at the awesomely projecting bull prick which, in-spite of her best efforts to pain him, remained iron bar erect, jutting into her face.

Slowly her flexing hand calmed and her pain frozen elbow loosened, then she rose, slowly to her feet. She didn't assume her defensive stance.

She believed, now, that there was no further point.

Her eyes lowered further to the massive and potent testicles still hanging low under that intimidating phallus. Suddenly, for the first time in her memory, a wave of submissive, all too feminine passion filled her belly with an unbidden, undesired yet quite concrete quivering need for...penetration.

As the Minotaur remained motionless, arms still at his sides, cock slowly bobbing in time with his massive heart's beating, Shen Li-men slowly looked back upwards, eyes suddenly wide in feminine awe. Slowly, relentlessly, her vision rose, taking in, inch by inch, his magnificent, terrifying...and abruptly most arousing body, momentarily pausing to gawk at particular bulging muscle groups on her way up to his arrogant muzzled face.

"Are you finished 'defeating' me?" he growled, his smirk stretching across his muzzle broadening to a gloating grin.

Swift didn't...couldn't reply. She felt impotent under the towering Beast's impregnable power.

"Then let's see how good you are as a gift!" he bellowed...

...And he reached for her...

She stiffened at once, her eyes wide and white as the Minotaur's right hand made for her. For a brief moment her reflexes made her jump in preparation for striking out at that palm once again.

But the Minotaur's grin, and his advancing hand, didn't even hesitate.

"No!" was all the defense she managed to muster, her hoarse cry emitted as his hand, with no further opposition from the 'Superheroine', wrapped around her waist before his unchallenged lifting of her off her feet. As soon as her feet cleared the rock floor he spun the mortified into silence Swift upside-down on the axis of her waist.

And she found herself staring at the underside of his cock...and that extended and wrinkled, upside-down sack holding his pair of human head sized testicles.

No sooner was she positioned then his other hand grabbed her behind the head and pressed her trunk and hips against his rock solid, blazing hot body. She felt the underside of his cock slide under her chin, then the long, pulsing hot shaft slipped between her tits and pressed against her sternum and belly to her navel.

Instantly she felt streams of boiling hot precum drool down her flat, though now heaving stomach to thoroughly coat her sternum and inside surfaces of her heaving boobs with a copious silky coating of...Maleness.

She tried to ignore the warmth that built in her smooth, soft skin wherever that evil effluent touched her!

Then she opened her eyes and saw...His nuts were less than half a foot from her continuously negatively shaking face...

When that hand seized her skull, wrapping nearly halfway around it, her shaking had to stop. And those testicles came rushing up to her screaming face...

Pressing her head into that hairy scrotum and between vividly hot and rock hard balls most effectively smothered her cries.

When she finally stopped screaming, and inhaled, the almost suffocating wave of his musk, saturated with sex pheromones, permeated her senses and drugged that part of her nervous system responsible for her judgement, tactical thinking, and sense of appropriateness.

All of her head shaking and near hysterical cries abruptly calmed.

Then her Sex Centers were stimulated.

And her mouth filled with saliva as she 'tasted' his musk while her pussy flooded copiously with her sweet, pale lubricant.

No one could really hear, what with her face enwrapped with scrotum, but the Minotaur felt the vibrations as she moaned long and loud...

Like so many other 'gifts' had done so long ago.

Wrapping each of her thighs in a massive hand, he effortlessly spread her. Then his feet long, human wrist thick and shiny pink tongue shot out.

And Shen Li-men screamed out another smothered cry as his drooling, flat tongue plunged into her offered up, soaking wet twat.

Never had Swift ever even imagined such a penetration! Without warning a wrist thick, prehensile, boa constrictor strong tentacle plunged into her loins, deeper in one no-nonsense stroke than any mortal penis she had ever reluctantly accepted!

Her breath locked in her lungs as she clenched her teeth under the most wicked of penetration pleasures! It must be the Beast's tongue, she thought. His cock was still between her breasts! And that tongue was still driving down into her!

Then her belly heaved and a bolt of pure pleasure roared down her upturned spine to crash into her sexual pleasure center. Without willing nor desiring it, Shen Li-men's eyes rolled up into her skull as her mind exploded with the most outrageous orgasm of her life.

Again her involuntary moan of feminine submission to nonhuman pussy tonguing vibrated the Minotaur's baby makers.

And still that tongue drove down into her, now, bulging belly!

Cassiopeia stood gawking, mouth open, as He, with terrifying effortlessness, took his 'Gift' to heights of, no doubt involuntary, yet nonetheless outrageously intensive and effective, will shattering sexual ecstasy. She almost felt compassion for the jerking, convulsing woman held upside down by her widely spread thighs while feet of apparently dominately talented tongue stole her soul!

That could very well have been me!

Then Dragonshaft, dribbling streams of viscous precum out a prick that refused to cease its eager, nervous nodding, step-hopped over to her.

One look at his gleaming, wide open eyes told her all she wanted to know about him.

"Is not his skill arousing to you, Elf?" he bluntly started.

"Not at all!" Cassiopeia snapped back in an irritation derived lie. She knew, of course, the lie in her too quick response. She was also certain that even an imbecile like the Dragon could recognize it! Her nipples were jutting out a good inch and she literally would be begging for any kind of sexual service, female OR MALE even, if anyone OTHER than Dragonshaft was displaying their sexual organs!

But not Dragonshaft!

"I do not care for your clumsy, disrespectful company right now, lizard!" she added in a calmer (barely) tone. "I must finish Desiree's instructions to me!"

"I understand..." Dragonshaft began, waving his prodigious organ before the staring (nonetheless) Elf. "...I truly do! And I know how the desire for a huge cock like mine can preoccupy an Elf, once she has been exposed to it! I will bide my time! You will come around, begging, soon enough!"

Cassiopeia's teeth ground together as her knuckles popped in suddenly clenched fists, but she said no more. The damn thing about that lizard...he was right! Unless she could, damn soon!, get Mistress Desiree once again riding her back, stuffing her with divine meat, she would be visiting that lizard's cave for...relief!

Damn him!

After intoxicating Shen Li-men's faculties with multiple lung-fills of musk, the Minotaur withdrew his tongue from her now flexing, clasping vagina and pulled the red faced, wildly panting Swift's head out of his scrotum. Spinning her right side up, he drew her bleary eyed face up to his.

"No time for further talk, my Gift!" he bellowed into her face, making her hair fly about her head. "Time to find out just how good you can be at servicing me!"

At once she felt, pressing right up between her still held apart thighs, his precum lubricated, tapered yet broadly huge pudcap pressing resolutely right up against her pussy!

All she could do was shake her head in a daze, like a dockside tart given a cheap drunk by some sailors and now realizing the time had come for her to repay them...

But, while her enfeebled mind may have wanted to resist, her more than well prepared body, especially her pussy, dripping with woman lube and copious Minotaur spit as well as most adequately stretched by metaphysical tongue, was entirely most eager to comply...

With a shriek of sharp pleasure/pain, Swift most cooperatively took in the Minotaur's obscenely dimensioned glans. Immediately the still head shaking oriental gripped the Beast's horns above her own head, then began to pull herself up...

To escape his impaling weapon...

With a derisive snort He pulled powerfully down on Shen Li-men's still wide spread thighs and a good foot of leg thick meat shot right up her, following after the already belly-swallowed glans.

As her belly outlined the driving cockhead and shaft, and right before the Minotaur's smirking muzzled face, Shen Li-men's jaw dropped as her eyes dramatically rolled up in mindless obedience to forced orgasmic slavery. The moan she emitted then was well heard by all as she continued to drop, slowly but relentlessly, under the merciless grip of the Minotaur's absolutely powerful hands. Without respite or consideration of His 'Gift', in one unnerving, soul stealing pull on wide spread, inhumanly well toned thighs, the Beast enveloped Shen Li-men's feminine organs around his Male Potency with the speed and smoothness of a perfectly lubricated machine.

As the cock possessed Superheroine, belly swollen to near bursting by feet of up-thrusting mythological cock, whimpered for mercy, or, possibly, in entreaty for even more insane impalement, the Minotaur, without further comment or delay, masterfully, even effortlessly, raised her back up by his thigh grip. The sounds of her soaked and maximally stretched womanhood sucking lovingly on His withdrawing man-weapon, the syrupy reverberation echoing, along with her futile whimpers, off the cavern walls, resembled vividly a child slurping on a rapidly melting popsicle.

The Beast only stopped lifting her when she briefly but hysterically shrieked as His widely flaring cockhead caught on the inside of the already outrageously spread foramen of her soaked, only just prior to this event near virginal, pussy.

So, again without hesitation nor remorse, he wrenched the former Superheroine, now 'Gift', dramatically back downwards, quickly, forcefully, callously wrapping her around his immutable prick until her cervix smashed down, and partially opened around, the apex of his well tapered, swollen and virtually rock hard cockhead.

At once, with but the briefest of barking cries, Shen Li-men broke. Arms dropping limply from his horns, drool and her tongue rolling down the front of her chin, she sat on that cockhead, her hips flicking front and back, grinding her nearly breached cervix over his omnipotent glans buried so far inside her.

The Minotaur snorted again in derision. "Not much of a fighter! Hardly gave me a challenge! But, after three thousand years without any pussy, she'll do for now as a gift!"

He looked up briefly, looking at Cassiopeia from over the head of the now vigorously humping Swift. "You may tell your Mistress that I accept the gift! I require now just transportation to Queen Thora's Castle."

Cassiopeia, with unheard of sweat showing on her brow from just watching Shen Li-men's degradation and penile possession, and not without a great deal of concern about her own fate in this cavern if the whining Superheroine had not met with the Minotaur's expectations, with obvious relief showing on her beautiful pale face, nodded eagerly. "I will arrange it immediately..." she gasped.

"Let's say," the Minotaur interrupted. "I go once I am finished exploring the 'depths' of your 'gift' first!"

Cassiopeia nodded again, eyes fixed on the split asscheek junction of squirming, honking Superheroine and steel bar rigid mythological cock.

Then another bright flash of light, just to her right, momentarily filled the cavern with brilliance...

Cassiopeia, turning her head belatedly to her right, immediately recognized that...someone else was coming...had come through a new access portal...

The Superheroine she had seen earlier, the one with a uniform resembling a white skin tight swimsuit with sleeves.

The uniform that barely could contain her dramatically abundant physical Super-assets!

Queen Thora and her retinue had no more success in resisting the sudden Loki Kai assault than any other of the Guild Elf Troops. While she, as well as most of the Elves around her, had initially inflicted many and grievous injuries upon the wildly charging beasts, once actual physical contact was made with the Loki Kai's astounding male organs, the Elves' resistance had rapidly collapsed into cooing, squealing sexual defeat.

Now Queen Thora was little more than a quivering, whining, overheated sexual mess as two of he crude, MALE beasts held her still between them...

Pawing her lush body at will.

And all she could respond with was feeble arm grabs, torrid forced gasps and belly shaking moans as her, now, painfully pebbly nipples, jutting a good inch through her vest, were insolently, and very, very effectively pinched, pulled, and twisted.

She had no idea how these MAN monsters learned how to so effectively paw her melon tips! They were absolute devils at it!

Not to mention those hypnotic, passion generating, delicious glowing Cocks they sported, every few minutes, into her face!

Or the seemingly permanent grips they had on her bulging butt muscles! Even that felt...divine!

Around her, hardly noticed by her anymore in the pawed pleasure from the Loki Kai 'handling' her ample Elf assets, her own retinue writhed on the ground in wicked impaled bliss, their flashlight eyes illuminating the remaining shadows as they thrashed with cock swollen bellies.

She even could see, right before her thoroughly groped, Loki Kai held Jennifer Connelly body, some of her closest advisors kneeling naked among the Orc heads. They each had a towering Loki Kai standing before them, stiff legs spread, a triumphant grin on their brutish faces, holding the tops of their heads in a single, hairy hand...

The Elves were choking, snorting, slurping, gagging down on foot and a half long Loki Kai glowing cock! With the hand atop their heads offering selfless assistance, they were engulfing nearly all of those god-mimicking meatpoles, their throats expanded, their faces red with exertion.

Then, occasionally, great jets of coiled, stringy semi-solid protein would spew from their flared nostrils, and waves of boiling, surging, lumpy Loki Kai pudding would gush out from between maximally stretched lips and straining, shiny, nearly swallowed Loki Kai pud!

Then another Loki Kai was standing before her. This one had eyes spread further apart, with a slightly more bulging forehead. And a more intelligent, cruel smirk on his face.

He walked up to the whining, writhing Queen being pawed in the middle of a bunch of cock-choking, hard fucking Guild Elves. After looking her up and down a moment, he reached out and cupped her much more than a handful left boob.

With his squeezing hand filled to way over overflowing with Queenly Elf tit, he nodded in recognition. "You are the Queen, no doubt about it! What a cow you are Thora..."

"Queen Thora, you cur!" she tried to bark back.

"Not for much longer, Elf fuck!" he replied with a hiss generating flick of her inch long nipple. Then he looked to the two Loki Kai pawing her. "Pick her up!" he barked.

Like they had been well drilled in that command, the two ape-like beasts snapped to, then seized an asscheek and a thigh in each huge hand.

With a mere squeal from Thora, they effortlessly picked her up between them.

Then the newer Loki Kai took each of her arms and forced her hands over and down to the jutting, and glowing, cocks of the Loki Kai holding her up.

"No!" she half whined/half commanded when she saw where he was leading her hands...

The bastard just chuckled as he watched her hands approach those cocks. Just an inch from each cock her hands, totally against her overt will, abruptly opened wide and, as soon as each hand first touched Loki Kai cock flesh, her fingers smoothly wrapped around the prodigiously wide, and hot, shafts.

She gripped the two jumping shafts of eighteen inch long cock spasmically, forcing a long worm of precum to spurt out the slit at the tip of each prick.

The third Loki Kai laughed degradingly at the cock clutching Queen in her blushing defeat.

She was so mortified! She couldn't help it! It was...instinctive!

She couldn't seem to either stop herself, nor release those hot, sensuous, meaty shafts of woman stuffing pleasure pole!

"Elves are such sluts!" the Loki Kai before he remarked right into her blushing face. "No wonder Mistress Desiree thought she would have no trouble with you!"

He turned again to the two Loki Kai holding her between them but, now sitting in their arms as if in her throne and using their cocks as armrests. "Take her to Mistress Desiree. Do not let anyone use her...you may strip her, preferably in-front of her Elves...that is Mistress Desiree's orders! Only she will use this Elf tonight!" He ended with a hideous smirk at the sweaty faced, hard nippled Queen clutching two Loki Kai cocks.

Immediately the Loki Kai marched off.

"It is over!" Roger heard Hermione gasp just a few moments after most of the raucous noises from the rifts in the pass died down. The only sounds now coming up where still quite loud, but mostly reserved to high pitched squeals that resembled those Flare (and many other Elves) had been force to give out when Roger was stretching and stuffing their tight feminine tubes with huge divine dick!

Emotionally he refused to acknowledge that those repeating cries coming from the below ground Guild Elves were from metaphysical females being driven mad by monstrous penetration of their pure, hairless feminine openings and outrageous, delicious, immoral and most ungentlemanly spooge-ation to insane overflow of their oral, anal, and vaginal cavities!

But his rational though processes were clearly convinced that essentially the entire Guild Elf army was quite thoroughly taken, defeated, and fucked by Desiree's monsters!

The subtle appearance of not quite hysterically loud moans...long, oh so drawn out, straining moans as bowels were distended by gushing loads of Loki Kai-wadd, clasping pussies bulled open by driving Squid tentacle cocks, and...no doubt eagerly...suckling and gulping, widely stretched Elf throat amply rewarded by genetically engineered phallic Elf 'semantic forced feeding' ersatz Loki Cock!

He looking longingly at the edge of the grassy slope, hoping against hope that Miriam and her troopers were still there, gallantly still resisting the depraved and villainous assaults of the Loki Kai who accosted them not fifteen minutes before.

But no, he recalled, gasping as Flare managed to swallow his entire towering cock in one spooge releasing plunge while an ever more excited Stryker managed to capture an entire softball sized Roger baby-maker in her drooling mouth! Damn, the longer their sisters moaned and squealed, the more...orally agitated these two became!

"Ease up, Babes!" Roger gasped at the two cocksuckers. To reinforce his 'request' he buried a hand between the jutting buns of each and, finding each cocksucker's and ball licker's back pore, sent a middle finger into each to the last knuckle.

Two more Elves squealed from rude, aggressive male penetration of sacred Guild Elf opening.

With a syrupy pop Flare pulled of his jumping pud. The look she gave him was that of pure, feminine anguish. "M'Lord! We must get away from here! I am going insane listening to my Sister's suffer such wonderful bliss! Please!" Then she going down on him again, gulping down feet long mouthfuls of his monstrously erect meat.

Stryker just nodded in agreement with Flare, her ball filled mouth forbidding speech on her part.

Then Roger recalled the vision he had last of Miriam: Held up by her thighs, her back pressed up against the arrogant Loki Kai mastering her. His cock was far, far up her pussy, outlined in bas relief by her formerly flat belly. As he raised and lowered her with awesome strength, that bulge of cock would advance and retreat in her belly.

Miriam could do...would do nothing to prevent his haughty use of her always tight and wet vaginal charms.

Then, even worse, as the beast, along with his 'buddies' who each had one of Miriam's troopers similarly and mercilessly impaled, decided to carry his prize away, Miriam's belly began to swell...

Howling hysterically, she looked like she had swallowed a watermelon by the time he turned her away from Roger's awed, and furious face!

"We must, Sir Roger!" Hermione added. "This is not right! This is disastrous for Alfheim! If Queen Thora did not escape..." Then the Mage fell silent after a sharp gasp. Then she pointed towards the Jotunheim end of the Pass. "Look!"

Roger did to see two apes...er, Loki Kai, exit the middle rift, walking towards Desiree's Throne. They were carrying...someone between them. Someone who looked to be stacked like Dolly Parton, or a comic version of Jennifer Connelly!

As he watched, and the Loki Kai walked, the two beasts simply reached between them, where the apparent female was being carried by their grips on her wide spread thighs, seize her tunic and tights, and ripped her naked in one motion.

"Queen Thora alright!" Roger gasped, recognizing and admiring at the same time those firm, jiggling pair of Hollywood quality tits of the Queen of the Guild.

Hermione could only nod in deep sadness.

Then the wails and cries of utter grief and sadness started up from all the defeated and fucked Elves...at least those who didn't have a monstrous cock down their throats!

Kara landed almost exactly in the center of the cavern and immediately took up her most typical pose: Bare, full, muscular legs smoothed with just a touch of overlaying feminine adipose tissue set straight and spread aggressively wide, her feet and calves enclosed in her near knee high, blue leather boots; equally blue leather glove enclosed fists planted confidently on the sides of her distinctly and womanly wide hips; broad shoulders set back; head up, topped with dirty blond hair cut in a most attractive if slightly long pageboy 'Do', as if by just being there she was looking for admiring applause.

She took just a second to look around the cavern, a confident smile on her face, before the squeals and moans of the terminally fucked Shen Li-men drew her attention to the most horrid rape not twenty feet from her!

A moment of shocked outrage distorted her delicious round face at what she saw before she could recover with a frown of outraged feminine dignity, "Just what is going on here!"

Long distracted by the red hot, velvety bliss of Swift's most eager riding of his cock, the Minotaur only with PowerGirl's outcry noticed her arrival. Even without the Minotaur's attentions Shen Li-men continued to hump furiously the Monster raping her. Her legs wrapped partially around His waist, her no longer restrained talons gripping vigorously into the Beast's hugely bulging deltoids, she bounced without restraint upon his masterful woman tamer. Her squeals as she bounced her womb off His cockhead, followed by uninhibited and demeaning moans of pure penetration pleasure as she ground herself down on that unbendable organ, continued to echo off the cavern walls as the Beast directed his now undivided attention to the new challenger.

His red glowing, beady eyes roamed over the voluptuous form standing, and speaking, arrogantly before him. For certain her clothing left nothing to His (or any other male's) leering gaze!

Her only 'clothing', besides the aforementioned gloves and boots, was a pearly white, skin hugging suit that, for all facts and purposes, was a one piece swimming suit with added arm covering sleeves. The bottom part arched high up at the sides of her hips, exposing completely her upper legs and leaving only the narrowest strip of cloth, barely sufficient to modestly contain her obviously hairless womanly cleft. While the suit in back managed to cover more of Kara's very deep (for a human) and dark anal valley, it still could not conceal the outer third of a pair of dramatic and bulging, truly, though magnificently muscular, bubble butt meat-loaves.

The 'uniform' was genuinely skin tight, virtually painted on, and composed of a most elastic and clinging material so, without difficulty, the Beast made out the outline and dark shadow of Power Girl's navel set on the mid-line, though slightly towards the lower level, of her impressively firm, narrow, but smoothly flowing waist. He had already observed, running down between her full, powerful and unblemished thighs, the briefly indented valley formed from her uniform cloth hugging her vulva, which clearly was unencumbered by any form of underwear.

Then his eyes rose and lingered upon her most outstanding (literally as well as figuratively) asset...the bosom of Power Girl! Like two great chocolate Kisses, they jutted out in near perfect, gravity defying wonder. Had to be, each, more than one of His handfuls! Easily 40 DD in modern Earth parlance!

Magnificent! the Beast remarked to himself, completely forgetting about the frantically fucking oriental wrapped around his pole.

While not Guild Elf perfect, for gravity could not be completely denied with such heavy masses hung on a mere human frame, they were, nonetheless, awesome and...moving to behold by any male! With a slightly downward bulging belly oh so mildly distorting an otherwise near flawless contour, they rested firmly and unsupported by undergarments upon the frowning Kara's broad chest. In perverted contrast to the generous, expansive boob meat behind it, her aureolas were essentially nonexistent, hardly wider that her, typically, rock hard and half inch long projecting nipples.

Nipples that were now jutting out in challenge to the mythological enemy of all honorable and chaste femininity!

"Just who is asking me what I am obviously doing with this, my 'Gift'?" the Minotaur bellowed back like the bull he was.

Kara threw her head back and thrust her chest out, "I am Power Girl! And I do not suffer male pigs who must rape to get a date!"

Pulling Shen Li-men off his dick entirely, accompanied by a slimy pop and a brief shriek from the unhappy to be unseated Swift, the Minotaur sent the whining Superheroine flying in the direction of Dragonshaft. With admirable reflexes the dragon caught Swift and planted her on his even bigger cock, making her straddle him like she was riding a log.

"Dragonshaft, my friend!" the Minotaur roared, keeping his blazing red eyes on Kara, "Keep my first 'gift'...'occupied' while I attend to my second 'gift'!"

Then He turned to Cassiopeia, "She IS a gift, correct, FEMALE Elf?" He flexed his massive meat in obvious intimidation to the sweating, most feminine Wood Elf, and a good quart of leaking precum gushed out to splat noisily to the rock floor.

Suddenly Power Girl noticed the silent Elf and turned to her, an angry scowl across her otherwise luscious face.

Cassiopeia abruptly found herself in a quandary. She knew nothing of this 'Power Girl'! She had no idea if she were more powerful than the Minotaur. No matter what way she answered, if the other antagonist won...

Cassiopeia took the cowards way and and just nodded.

"Good!" the Minotaur growled. "That first gift didn't give much of a fight! Not like those Amazons long ago! Maybe you..." he pointed at Kara, "will make yourself worthwhile taking!" Then he stepped towards Power Girl, arms outstretched. "Defend yourself, female!" he nobly warned.

"OOOO!" Power Girl growled in a high pitched near squeal. "I'll show you that pigs cannot get away with taking liberties with underaged or unwilling women!" Then she was a bullet, flashing through the air, her right arm, armed with a most serious fist, extended rigidly out before her.

Flashing right between his hopelessly clumsy and slow arms, her fist impacted His snout/jaw at near supersonic speed.

With an unplanned grunt, the Minotaur's head snapped nearly to his right shoulder and he staggered back two clumsy steps.

Kara gracefully landed exactly where she had taken off. Hands back on her hips, she laughed out, "How about that, pig? Had enough? Had enough of 'raping' me?"

The Minotaur stopped a moment, rubbing and moving his jaw in appreciation of the blow. "Damn good, woman! Haven't been hit that good, by a woman, in a long time! Not since I raped the ass of the Amazon Queen! I'm glad I've finally found a real female and a real warrior to tame!"

Then he started forward again, arms clumsily outstretched.

Power Girl, with a "will they never learn?" almost sad shake to her head, watched the bull headed Beast come on, step after plodding step.

Until...

When the Beast was some ten feet before her, she leaped, landing literally under his bobbing prick. Immediately lifting off the floor, she turned on her left side and sent her right leg to kick His left testicle, hanging low between his legs in the Beast's loose scrotum, like she was a professional soccer star kicking the winning goal.

As the Minotaur began his roar in response to her ultimate male pain inducing attack, Power Girl jumped to her feet well aside his jumping prick, triumph across her face.

She expected the brainless bull to start yapping like a gilded colt while staggering away from her, clutching his, hopefully, terminally damaged balls.

Instead, no sooner than she had once again assumed her fists on hips, all triumphant pose, and before the Minotaur could even finish his roar of masculine agony, with absolutely metaphysical, no-mortal-eye-could-follow, speed, he backhanded her...

Right across her smirking face...

Power Girl went flying across the cave to smash into the rock wall thirty feet away. The ground shook perceptively, pieces of the wall broke loose as her virtually indestructible body drove some inches into the iron rich rock. Then, as broken pieces of mountain fell with her, she slowly slid to the relatively smooth rock floor. The wall where she had impacted had a pattern of cracks not unlike a vanity mirror broken by an errant child's baseball.

Seconds of shock later, she shook her head, immediately clearing it. She hadn't even seen that blow coming! And so...incredibly powerful! He would have pulverized her if she hadn't had originally come from Krypton! Ruefully, she realized she had underestimated this Monster!

Wincing, she quickly rose to her feet.

The Minotaur was waving with his hands for her to come on!

She did, but on her feet, to give her time to think.

"Yes!" he said as she approached. "You are a worthy warrior for me to fuck! It's been a long time since I let someone kick my balls!" He complimented her. "Now why don't you just save yourself much pain and humiliation and strip that attractive cloth from your delicious body and bend over! You will enjoy it! I can promise you that!"

"Never!" she growled, a furious grimace scarring her face. "I cannot let you touch another innocent female!"

He shook his head, almost sadly. "But I'm not going to touch any 'innocent' females, at least not immediately. I'm just going to fuck you into a screaming, orgasmic lump! What can be so bad about that?"

"OOOOOO!" she growled, dangerously, once again. Then she was airborne again.

She made for his jaw again, at nearly supersonic speeds.

But once more his arm moved in a blur, and managed to deflect her path enough to make her fist just graze his already soar left jaw.

Flashing past his head, she reversed her trajectory in a tight, banking turn rivaling the agility of a World War I Fokker Tri-Wing and, faster than even the mythological Minotaur could react, caught Him flush on his right jaw!

"Grunt!" went the Minotaur, nice and loud and abruptly.

But, as she flashed by him back to her origin, slowed by her impact with his rock-like jaw, his right hand, huge and unbreakably strong, managed to catch her left ankle.

Kara's eyes popped open when she was abruptly, and painfully, stopped in midair. Then she was rising in a big arc, her head to soon impact the armor plate hard, iron rich rock of the roof.

With shards of roof tumbling down, she continued with her involuntary swing to violently impact the floor on the other side of the Minotaur, like He was using her as a mallet. More shards of crushed rock flew up with her as he raised her again, once again smashing her, fortunately, indestructible head against the roof along the way of smashing her upper body into the floor on the other side of him.

Three more cycles the Minotaur hammered Power Girl into the floor on each side of him. Three more violent impacts of her head with the ceiling. No less than six times crushing the floor with her magnificent body. Each time she smashed a part of the concrete hard floor He roared his acclamation of overwhelming primitive male power.

Finally tiring with breaking rock with her, he disdainfully swung her over his head three complete revolutions and then sent her slamming back into the cavern wall, right alongside her first impact spot.

Power Girl took much longer to rise to her feet this time.

She had hardly gotten to her feet when her eyes widened from the very mountain shaking as she saw Him rushing her. A barely audible "No!" escaped her lips before he gripped her throat in one omnipotent hand and, lifting her far off her feet, slammed her back against the fractured rock wall.

He pressed up against her, his hot, slimy cock sandwiched between them, rising nearly to her chin. She immediately realized that he was too close for her to get any leverage in attacking him and she was so far off the floor that her legs couldn't even reach his balls.

The fingers of his throat gripping hand squeezed with rock crushing strength.

Noses nearly touching, he growled into her reddening face, "I grow tired of beating you! Submit to me and it will be extreme pleasure I will impose upon you instead of pain! I just want to fuck you, in a manner and with such pleasure that no mortal male could possibly approach. What could be so bad about that?"

His flexing cock pushed in on her chest, partially deflating her lungs, so she couldn't bellow back at him as she so sorely wished to. "Never!" she managed to grunt.

With his broad pink and slimy tongue he luxuriously licked the rock dust from the right side of her face. In one long lick His tongue covered the entire right side of her sweaty, muddy face.

She grimaced mightily as He did so, but afterwards she had to admit to herself the quivering pleasure that ignited far inside her from the sensuous, effective way His tongue cleaned her, the thrilling muscular power of that lingus running up her face, and the smell...the intense masculine smell of the saliva He left running down her cleaned face.

He was such a...Bull!

"I am sorry that you resist me," he calmly said, stepping back. Then his free hand seized the topmost hem of her uniform, right between her heaving, huge breasts, and instantly ripped said uniform off her, stripping her naked!

All Power Girl could do was gasp in feminine outrage as she saw his beady red eyes take in her stiffly swaying and bobbing melons. Wide eyed, she could only cry out a "No!", actually more a whimper for no one else in the cavern claimed to have heard it afterwards, as she watched in helpless horror as his muzzle descend...

To assault her magnificent mammaries!

He instantly sent his tongue into play, lapping in long, raspy strokes over first her right rock hard nipple, then her left. As soon as she began showing signs of arousal distress, when her thighs began to jerk or her breath caught in her throat, he would switch. Like a devil of sexual torture, he used her most 'outstanding' feminine asset to arouse Power Girl like no other male (there had been but a few who had ever survived tasting her melons) to heights she feared she could not fight back down.

Soon she was fearing her first nipple forced orgasm was rising from her boiling, tingling loins! Such fear brought desperate measures...

She slapped her open palms, as forcefully as she could manage, right over the Beast's ear openings.

With the loudest roar she had ever managed to elicit from the Minotaur, the Beast jumped back, releasing her to clutch his aching ears.

Panting like a cheap new whore on drugs, Kara managed to stagger away from the howling Bull, her stiffly bobbing boobs sporting inch long nipples and dripping with slick, hot Bull spit. She didn't want to look, but she was certain the inside of her thighs were equally dripping wet...

But not with Bull spit!

Then Kara saw the Dragon and, with the sight, despair seized her...

Now she knew...there would be no hope of escape. No succor from the Justice League...

Just rape...

Dragonshaft was in male dragon heaven. Carrying Shen Li-men on her back before him in his arms, her powerful legs raised up and back, quite voluntarily, until her ankles hovered over her face and ears, he was smoothly sinking his titanic prick in and out of the thrashing, wailing, overwhelmed Superheroine, effortlessly driving her, quite unwillingly on her part, into a maelstrom of machine-gun orgasms.

She had long since lost her will to resist the orgasms as well as to maintain normal consciousness upon the Minotaur's dominating pole. Even when He discarded her to deal with Kara, she had hardly been given the time to collect her own thoughts before the callous, brutal, and direct Dragon impaled her without respite or consideration around his utterly irresistible (in her present condition) outrageously massive phallus.

Now all she could do, think, experience was relentless, mind crushing, inhuman penetration bliss. All she wanted was to urge...beg this monster atop her to drive ever deeper into her, to swell her pregnant looking belly ever further, to flood her with, no doubt, copious and potent Dragon spooge until it was jetting out her ears!

The Minotaur stomped up to the shaking, naked, nearly orgasmic Power Girl. Belatedly she turned to face him, putting up her best front. But she knew it was hopeless.

The Beast was just too strong...

Invincible...

Immortal...

Too much a bull...

She felt like an innocent, just of age calf watching her bull 'husband' walk up to her for the first time, snorting in disgusting male arousal, his feet long cock bobbing and drooling in anticipation of mounting and then degrading her...

Then Kara inhaled through her nose and set her shoulders yet again. At least not without defending her honor!

This male pig of a bull will at least know he was in a fight before he crushes her!

Desiree callously pushed a literally cum covered 'Lady' Gem aside, pushing her some five feet behind and aside her throne, as she saw her Loki Kai rip the soon to be former Queen Thora's battle vest and tights off her. Desiree couldn't help but notice how determined, and successful, Thora was at maintaining her regal bearing, even when she had been stripped gloriously naked while being carried by her wide spread thighs towards her doom!

But, Desiree smirked evilly, she also saw how swollen and hard her nipples were! And where were her hands? They were not supporting herself by holding on to her Loki Kai's shoulders.

A fierce bolt of lust shot through the Aesir when she did see where the Queen's hands were! Each was resting motionless on the drooling cock of her Loki Kai!

Looking utterly nonchalant, Queen Thora had a hand atop each of the nearly two foot long cocks of the creatures holding her naked between them!

And was that hairless twat so widely displayed by her held apart thighs that wet? It looked positively soaked!

Desiree's huge cock, clearly visible to the approaching Queen of the Guild, jerked and admirably belched another ounces volumed bolt of divine precum!

Admirably for Desiree had just unloaded into that cocksucker 'Lady' Gem's face and head. To produce another load as monumental as that she inundated Gem with, so quickly, was truly heroic!

Desiree certainly felt ready, now, to make a woman out of Thora's daughter, Rita!

Gem tried desperately not to look at her Loki Kai handled Queen. Fortunately, Desiree had made that easier by dumping a good quart of wormy babystuff over her face and head! One eye was still covered, the other barely able to let light in it. She had to breath through her cum-worm dripping mouth, her nose still stuffed with coagulating spunk. Sheets of gooey, sticky cum hung from her ears, chin, eyebrows and over her formerly curly, formerly blond, and down right semantic off white, colored and plastered down hair.

Her Elf long and talented tongue flashed out over and over, snagging tacky strands of babystuff and drawing it into her, now, cum-ravenous maw between panting breaths. Still, she realized it would be a long time before her face would be de-spunked.

Then she heard a buzz...

A strangely familiar, though very unexpected buzz alongside her only ear free of jism.

"Gem?" came a sweet, little voice nearly whispering in her ear.

Gem knew that voice!

"It is I, Moonbeam!"

"Moonbeam?" Gem gasped. "You betrayed me..."

"No! I was captured. I have had to make an...arrangement with Queen Embla to escape..."

Gem suddenly reached out blind, guided by only her hearing. But her reflexes were still true, and she seized Moonbeam by her firm, round thigh.

The Fairy squealed, but did nothing else.

"Are you responsible for this!?" Gem hissed, indicating the disaster occurring in the pass.

"No! Oh, please, believe me Lady Gem! I wouldn't betray the Guild...you! Please believe me, I have come to help!" Frantically Moonbeam shook her head. She wanted to run. Her natural instinct, that of the Fairies, was to flee from Lady Gem's fury. But she was involved in his...adventure, and involved in more people than just herself! She had responsibilities to more than just herself! She mustered all her courage not to flee the wrath of Lady Gem.

She held her ground, open to Lady Gem's fury and assault.

It was that refusal to run away that convinced Gem, reluctantly, of Moonbeam's sincerity. "Very well. I believe you! Then why are you here, and for Embla, no less."

"Well," Moonbeam hesitated. "She has made me come here to offer the services of the Drow Army to Desiree..."

"You what?!" Gem roared. "Why do you betray us?! You know what she will do, now that we have been ignobly defeated? How could you?"

"It was the only way I could get free of Queen Embla...and Tonhauler!" the Fairy squeaked in reply, sincere tears of shame coursing down her pink cheeks. "You know what Desiree must do now, once she has defeated Queen Thora! The Drow Army can get her to Alfheim, but we will have to stop her raping Princess Rita! I came to free you from Desiree so you can join Roger and stop Desiree! He is up on the plains, watching the battle. He must get to Princess Rita before Desiree, to fulfill the Prophecy of the Guild! You must help him!"

"I cannot with my Queen in the hands of Desiree!" Gem replied. "That is why I haven't escaped that Bitch! I know my Queen is to be captured. I must try and free her! It is my duty as a Guild Commander!"

"It is too late for that! You can only get yourself fucked in the ass again...after Desiree tires of using Queen Thora! The Queen can only delay Desiree, and you must get Roger to Alfheim ahead of Desiree, and probably Moira, so he can fulfill his destiny! He has the Brisingamen, does he?"

Eyes wide open and fixed on the Fairy, spooge and all, Gem, after a short, cautious delay, nodded.

"Isn't it written that the Brisingamen holds the power of the next Lord Loki?" Moonbeam added.

Gem, frowning, nodded nonetheless.

"Then he must impregnate Rita, thereby making Roger the next Loki. Only Loki can defeat Moira and Desiree and prevent Lord Chaos from destroying the Guild and making sex slaves of us all! And you must help Roger to do that!" Moonbeam then looked, with great sadness on her delicious pixie face, at the helpless Queen Thora being carried, naked and horribly aroused and wet, to Desiree and her towering, enslaving prick. When she turned back to the frowning Gem, she was fatalistic. "Your Queen Thora is to be sacrificed to Desiree, to insure our success! Just like your Army was! Your Army is to wear out Desiree's Loki Kai, and the Drow Army will not...cannot enter Alfheim, so Desiree will enter the city alone! There you must stop her!

"Believe me, there is nothing you, or me, or Roger can do to save Queen Thora, now. Look at her! She knows that she must keep Desiree 'occupied' so Roger, so you can get to Alfheim before Moira or Desiree and fulfill the Brisingamen Code: To enable the first true Man able to survive in Lokin amongst the Guild in the last three thousand years to successfully impregnate Loki's daughter and thereby become the next Loki! You know that is what Desiree, and Moira, want to do instead, and thereby become Loki themselves, and we cannot afford to let that happen! The Guild will be destroyed and all Elves enslaved to their Cocks in an endless war between those two bitches!"

Gem looked long and carefully at the suddenly aggressive and assertive Fairy. Most unusual for a Fairy, for Moonbeam to act this way! Then Gem looked at her Queen, being lowered on Desiree's titanic prick that had so recently been spooging her own face. Looking back at the Fairy, Gem simply nodded.

Moonbeam broke out into her first smile in a long time. "Good! Come, I have made the deal with Desiree and Embla, and have found a path that will lead us to Roger. I will need to go back to Embla, but you must guide Roger via the shortest path you know to Alfheim. I will try to go along with the Drow Army and meet you in Alfheim!"

Desiree couldn't repress her arrogant smirk as her Loki Kai stopped just two feet before her knees and she could look right up between the wide spread thighs of Queen Thora. The Queen's pussy was literally dripping!

She looked up into Thora's sad and...fearful eyes. Good! "Well, my Dear, we finally meet..." she started, dropping her eyes to the Queen's crimson and floppy pussy lips. "Face to face, so to speak!"

Thora closed her eyes momentarily in abject humiliation. Then, after opening them, she spoke, "You must call off your..." she glanced at the...impressive cock of the Loki Kai on her left. Where her left hand rested...more gripped the throbbing shaft. "...Men! You have been victorious. Do not torture my Sisters further!"

Desiree laughed. "Torture?" she replied. Then she heard a fortuitous wail, followed by a soul robbing, straining moan from one of Thora's 'Sisters'. "You think I am torturing them? I think more I am rewarding them! Just like I will be you!"

Thora gasped, then dropped her eyes, slightly, to Desiree's towering prick, covered with drooling precum.

"No!" she gasped. "I do not...wish it!"

Desiree laughed again. "Look at you, Elf cunt, even now you can't keep your cock starved hands off my Loki Kai!"

Thora glanced at her cock grabbing hands and blushed.

"If I gave the command, you would be screaming in blissful agony even more quickly than your lesbian 'Sisters' on my Loki Kai!

Tits heaving in a sudden pant, Thora fixed her beautiful almond shaped eyes on Desiree's. "What do you want!?" she said, forcefully.

"You!" Desiree replied at once. Then she wrapped a dwarfed hand around her cock shaft and pumped, once. A torrent of juicy precum poured down the underside of her prick, soaking and greasing her scrotum underneath. Then Desiree spread her own thighs and her two inhumanly enlarged testicles rolled over the edge of her throne's seat to bounce, somewhat painfully, against the front of the throne.

Thora's eyes widened in unwanted, but unstoppable lust, fixed on those impressive eggs. Her pant picked up, heaving her udders up and down at twice the rate of immediately before. Her nipples seemed to double in length.

Desiree's smirk widened as she saw the blatantly displayed clit of the Queen start throbbing before the Aesir's very eyes. Raising her vision up to the nut gawking Queen's, she added, "And your Daughter!"

With a jerk Thora's eyes fixed on Desiree's. "No! You can't! She must remain virginal until..."

"Until Loki comes back?" Desiree interrupted. "You still believe that myth? Tell me, do you know who's Cock you are about to service with that regal belly of yours?"

Thora's mouth dropped as her eyes looked carefully at the throbbing cock in Desiree's sloppy hand. Then she shook her head, "NO! It can't be...you can't...it won't...!"

Desiree's smirk seemed to stretch from ear to ear. "Let me demonstrate how I will make your precious pussy licking Daughter into a princess carrying proper young woman...a pregnant young woman...pregnant with my child!"

Thora's regal bearing collapsed completely. Shaking her sweat streaming head vigorously, she could only cry out, "NO! It's not possible! Don't..."

Holding her prick straight up, Desiree signaled her Loki Kai to approach her, carrying the dripping Queen's dripping twat right up and over her dripping prick.

Queen Thora pleaded the whole way.

She did stop momentarily when her low hanging labia parted around the tip of Desiree's cock.

"More like it!" Desiree complimented the vividly wincing Queen for her silence.

But the silence was brief, "NO! Please! You must not! I am the Queen! My daughter must be for Loki! It would destroy the Guild inheritance! Please! Oh, PLEASE!" Thora cried tears of genuine desperation as Desiree filled her hands with plump Queen asscheeks and pulled her down, spreading regal twat around transferred divine dong head.

With the first spreading of Thora's long underused pussy by her former god's cockhead, she immediately shut up. The sensation, not felt for literally thousands of years, struck her dumb!

It felt so good to be stretched like that, she cried to herself as the evil Aesir pulled ever more of her femininity around that steely, immovable male sex pole! Her eyes slammed shut as she gnawed on her lower lip, the pleasure of having her twat so widely spread stealing her will to protest.

Then her pussy snapped around and past the brutally wide crown of Desiree's cockhead.

And Thora barked, once, like a chihuahua penetrated by a Great Dane.

And Desiree chuckled, "Just like your daughter will bark when her time comes!"

All Thora could do was shake her head, throwing streams of newly appearing sweat all around her as she desperately worked to control the...pleasure surging through her at finally, again, accommodating that...divine cock inside her once more!

Sinking her clawed fingers into meaty Guild Elf typical Thora ass, Desiree nodded quickly to the Loki Kai holding the Queen up over her foot and a half of god cock. They immediately released her, and the Aesir pulled down forcefully.

And Queen Thora howled out her defeat, head thrown back, eyes screwed shut, as Desiree effortlessly pulled the Guild Queen down in her ass-grip to her inescapable impaled doom.

When Thora's cervix smashed into and then gave way to Desiree's all conquering prickhead, the Guild Queen belched out her submission to huge, holy Cock with an outcry not unlike a pig's, "Oink!"

Holding her still momentarily, Desiree let the Queen plant her feet on each side of the Aesir's hips, putting the grimacing Elf into an lewd and humiliating squat, before releasing the Queenly Ass.

Thora hovered, balancing on the unbendable prick in a deep, obscene squat. Sweat poured down her face, making her magnificent and unbelievably firm tits gleam like they had been oiled.

With a wicked slap to Thora's flanks, Desiree barked, "Get moving, Bitch! You know what is expected of you! What you want to do most of all! Do it!"

Thora opened her eyes and gawked into Desiree's a long moment. Straining in her squat, she suddenly broke out in a little, very embarrassed smile. Then she lifted herself out of her squat with her shaking legs.

At the top of her nearly foot and a half rise, when Desiree's cockhead caught on the inside of Thora's maximally stretched pussy opening, and with a smile of utter gratefulness at her piercing, Thora let go and her big, round ass dropped, wrapping her girl guts once again around that towering pole.

Then, abruptly her widely spread ass, and increasingly sloppy cunt, was flying up and down that prick, sucking on Desiree's penis both sloppily and noisily, drawing great doses of baby making protein into the tumescent, jerking, formerly divine, manhood enwrapped by her all too feminine guts.

Using all her skill derived from thousands of years of horse riding (and sucking!), Queen Thora rode that magnificent prick like the expert horsewoman she was. Her body was on automatic, her mind no longer could restrain her craving for monstrous impalement, for belly swelling penetration, for gut dislocating stuffing!

It felt oh so deliciously good to be once again riding that divine Cock!

Desiree hissed sharply when the Guild Queen established her wonderful cock riding. She had never felt such pleasure...such cum draining bliss from any female wrapped around her organ. Her balls promptly tightened up against her loins and Queen Thora's tight, hot, velvety snapping pussy gripped and then began polishing her bravely upright cockhead.

She could do this for all eternity!

Their eyes locked as the two metaphysically ravishing feminine creatures fuck-rode together...alone in the universe. Neither noticed any longer what was happening around them. Neither cared what happened around them.

Smashing their sex organs together, rhythmically and powerfully, all that mattered now was fucking each other...

"Almost within range," Power Girl told herself, readying all of her reserves for a last, suicidal defense of her honor.

The bull/man continued to approach. "By the Gods on Olympus, you have shown yourself to be a warrior on equal with Herakles and Achilles, woman! I am honored to fuck you!" He said, thumping his chest with a huge and awesomely powerful fist. The chest blow sounded like a tympanic drum that echoed endlessly in the restricted cave.

He confidently, arrogantly strode noisily right up to her.

Kara couldn't help but grimly smile at His version of a compliment. She had to remind herself that in his, disgusting, world she would be admired for her resistance for a thousand years.

But still raped first!

The thought just gave her more courage to give the Beast even more to admire her for!

"Almost in range," she continued to talk to herself. "Two more steps!"

Then...she leaped, rotating 180 degrees so she faced down and sending her right foot, at the end of her rigid right leg, right at the seemingly unprepared Minotaur's muzzle. She impacted perfectly, the sole of her boot sinking deeply into the cartilage and flesh of His snout to the accompaniment of quite audible cracking and popping. Then she bent her right knee only to extend it with a snap.

And she shot from the grunting Minotaur's slow grasp.

Almost!

Abruptly, almost out of range, both her ankles were seized! Her momentum stolen from her!

As she dropped, her face approaching the rock floor at an alarming rate, she managed to look over her shoulder to see a trickle of blood running from the Minotaur's left nostril.

Triumph shot through her...but all too briefly. Then she had to drop her arms to catch herself off the floor before her beaming face did.

But the stung Minotaur still had a hold upon her ankles! And no sooner did she drop upon her arms, looking like she was participating in a 'wheelbarrow race', than the Beast used that grip to fling her up, at lightning speed, towards the unyielding rock ceiling some fifteen feet overhead.

Stars flashed in her formerly triumphant mind as her body, from her knees to back of her head, smashed into the ceiling, the back of her skull penetrating some two inches into the iron-hard rock. Another shower of brittle shards of mountain rained down to the floor as she began to drop.

Only this time her ankles were free!

"Oof!" went Power Girl as she pancaked, after a fifteen foot drop, face down upon the super-dense rock floor.

Pain laced through her as her enfeebled mind screamed at her body to get up-for some reason she couldn't quite remember at that moment. Vaguely she knew she didn't have much time, but at that very moment even her short term memory was shattered by what would have been lethal agony to a mortal soul.

She had forgotten what the actual threat was.

Rhythmic vibration in the floor told her suddenly that something...something huge was approaching! It jarred her into hasty action and she painfully began raising her shoulders up off the floor on her arms. She grimaced severely as she managed to get her head about a foot off the floor, the outrageous pain stealing her strength as well as her memory.

Then a hand wrapped around the top of her head. With omnipotent strength it relentlessly, against her greatest efforts, forced her face back against the dusty and shard covered cavern floor.

She moaned in pitiful submission as He ground her left cheek into her rocky defeat.

Then she remembered...the Minotaur!

And another huge hand gripped her by the right hip, nearly wrapping itself around fully half of her hip. With overwhelming strength it jerked her hips up off the floor, raising her bubblebutt until her legs swung under them and her knees rested on the floor.

Presenting her voluptuous ass up for the Minotaur's use!

Something wickedly hot, disgustingly slimy, and spine chillingly erect spanked those upturned meat-loaves of her tail, first one, then the other. Each, in turn, quivered and jumped under the heavy impact of the baseball bat-like pole spanking her.

As she was being spanked, a still stunned Kara could see the Dragon across the cave...using the other Superheroine. Shen Li-men was thrashing and howling in utmost bliss, impaled on an impossible length of leg thick penis.

She wasn't getting away!

And neither am I, Power Girl thought when the fleshy smooth, iron bar hard, and blast furnace hot prick of the Minotaur probed into her offered up pussy, bulling aside her, admittedly soaked and elongated, labia with ridiculous ease and plunging without restraint into the opening to her womanly passage.

"Don't you dare!" she shrieked, eyes popping open in utter horror and shock while slapping back at the arm holding her butt up. Her slap was no serious blow, more like what a housewife would do when her husband comes home from the night shift and decides to claim the 'wifely duty' owed him without bothering to wake her beforehand.

But the grips of the hands around her skull and hips were immovable, making her immovable, and all she could do was rant her objections to the Minotaur's familiarity with her.

And rant she did! "OOOOO! You bastard! Don't do this! You are so dead if you go farther..."

Then came a sharp, syrupy pop and Power Girl's next shriek echoed off the walls. The Beast had defeated her vaginal opening. She had his...huge cockhead buried in her!

She pounded on the rock floor with an impotent fist and her mind exploded in anger and hate. "OOOOO! What a dead dick you are! When I get free..."

"Not for a long time, woman!" replied the bull arched over her. Then he exclaimed in a delighted manner, "AAAAAH!"

And Power Girl's eyes bulged, wide and white as the fist like mass just inside her womanhood began sliding farther into her! Deeply into her!

"AAAAAAH!" went Power Girl as her feminine guts were bulled aside and spread far apart by the unwanted invader. "NOOOO! Stop! I don't want this!"

"You will!" came the reply, and the thick meat lance plunged ever deeper ever more quickly.

Power Girl felt her lower belly swell, outlining the horrible invader forcing its way into her. Her floor pounding redoubled as the sensations her guts were sending her brain became ever more bloated and painful.

Well, maybe not actually that painful. More different. Filling. Fulfilling...

She struck back at His hip holding arm more frantically, if not with more effectiveness, with growing panic. The Beast was deeper than any lover had ever plunged and her womb was...

There! Completely involuntarily Power Girl squealed when the Beast reached her womb and that SPOT! Never had she experienced the electric jolt that shot up her spine when that spot, just back of her cervix, was pressed into.

She never knew such...pleasure existed!

Desperately she fought down the excitement of that experience, working hard to maintain her hatred, her anger.

But it was hard.

Then her womb was pressing up, pushing up her abdominal organs, pushing up her diaphragm. Suddenly she was short winded as her lungs were compressed by her dislocated organs.

Suddenly she was panting...loudly.

She heard the Minotaur stop his assault momentarily. Then he chuckled.

Nastily!

She was grateful for that for it easily renewed her fury! "You Bastard! You are so dead! I will..."

Instantly her diatribe degenerated into a hoarse, honking gasp as that cock drove another three inches into her, nearly opening her cervix. The sensations were both horribly painful and outrageously pleasurable at the same time.

The Minotaur finished her last sentence for her, "You will fuck...Now!" Then he pulled his half buried cock back.

Panicked, Power Girl instinctively knew he wasn't giving up. Oh no! She had to do something, and now, or he was going to just drive back in and...

Wham! In mid sentence well over a foot of leg thick bull cock smashed back into her raised up hips, crushing that spot and penetrating her cervix.

Power Girl wailed like an innocent young calf accommodating her first bull, tears streaming down her pink cheeks as she futilely pounded the floor before her howling face.

But it wasn't the pain she was howling over. Certainly there was pain. Deep gut pain. But what was worse was the opposite...the pleasure of housing a truly potent male organ completely filling her feminine sex tubes!

It was the awesome pleasure of accepting that bull prick that had Power Girl in near hysteria. It was just too good to ignore, better yet resist!

She hated that Beast, wanted him dead in the worst, most degrading way! But the pleasure of that last thrust threatened to crush her hatred of him and what remained of her resistance and, worst, certainly addict her to the awesomely deep penetration pleasure only this Beast could give her!

While she frantically tried to reason out her fears and dilemma, the one minded Minotaur wasn't waiting. Just as quickly as his first thrust, he withdrew a good foot and immediately rammed back in.

Power Girl barked out her next blissful collision of womb and cockhead, and her floor pounding degenerated into mindless scrapping of her long fingernails upon iron rich rock.

Then she barked again, and again, and again, as the Minotaur took up a hard pounding fuck befitting a defeated female warrior serving under her conqueror.

For a long couple of minutes the cavern sounded like someone had let in a chihuahua with a predilection for endless barking.

It was Power Girl, of course!

Cassiopeia, standing where she could see both Superheroines, with various levels of enthusiasm, 'entertain' inhuman cock, shook her head in semi-sadness but not disbelief. She had been watching as the Minotaur, with chilling efficiency, had reduced the stacked Power Girl to impotent, ass raised, head down monstrous cock service in just moments! As a fellow female, though an Elf, she pitied the Superheroine as she was dragged into the Minotaur's rape. But then, if she hadn't shown up, it might be Cassiopeia thrusting her ass up for that Beast's enjoyment!

Well, Cassiopeia consoled herself in Power Girl's misfortune, the Jennifer Connelly physiqued Superheroine would soon, very soon, be getting her rewards for such selfless sacrifice!

Don't cum! Power Girl screamed, pleaded, begged her overwhelmed mind. Her hips where held by both of his hands, now, to better enable Him to direct her compliant ass so as to get the proper angle so his awesome prick would hit home...that SPOT!...each and every hard, driving, penetrating thrust. And that prick was pounding her into bliss!

With each vicious, pleasure inducing thrust into her she came one step closer to mindless orgasm. With each bark forced from her compressed lungs, more tears of humiliation and degradation streamed out of her eyes. Sniveling, clawing at the unyielding rock floor, head tossing from one cheek to the other, there was nothing she seemed to do that would relent the relentless, merciless, onrushing orgasm jolts coming from her bull cock pummeled feminine guts.

"Ah-AAAAh!" she cried out, loud and uncontrollable. It was soooo close!

Don't cum for the Beast! Her mantra started up once again.

"Won't be long now, My Woman, My Gift!" the smoothly hard driving Bull arched over her chortled in his deep, rich, consummately masculine voice.

Power Girl shuddered when she heard that voice. Its mastery, its power also drove her, prepared her for involuntary, unwanted, unstoppable orgasm under Him!

Her anger, her fury had long since been smothered under the relentless waves of forced, delicious, involuntary pleasure that His deeply pounding organ gave her. She wanted to hate him. She'd do anything to kill Him!

But all she could do was fuck Him!

Her eyes popped open momentarily and the latest, and most thrilling, surge of orgasm generating bliss swept up from her nether regions. "AAAHHHH!" she instinctively wailed, her body alerting her mate that her orgasmic doom was seconds...deep, hard cock strokes...away!

She had to do something! Power Girl panicked.

Then slowly, painfully, with all her remaining resistance and strength, she triumphantly raised her head and chest, in a laborious process, up off the floor and upon her straightened arms. And the horribly wicked and demeaning surges of pleasure subsided!

The angle had changed! The Bastard no longer directly struck her SPOT!

Then she felt his left hand leave her hip. A count later something wrapped around the top of her skull.

And began pushing her face back down...to the depths of despair and the cold, hard floor!

She resisted with all her being. Her very salvation was at stake! She couldn't live with herself if she submitted to the degrading sexual power of this Monster!

With a gasp of pain her left arm gave way and she sank to her left elbow. Seconds later her right elbow struck the floor. Tears streaming down her cheeks, she gnawed on her left index finger, hoping the pain would generate courage and strength,

But no. As the Beast taking her chuckled immodestly, her upper arms folded under her and the omnipotent hand slowly but unremittingly forced her head down.

"Kiss the floor my Woman, My Gift!" roared the Minotaur to everyone in the cavern as Power Girl obeyed, pressing her ruby red lips to the iron rich, dusty rock.

With his next relentless thrust Kara howled again, and an even more jolting surge of fuck pleasure rocked her mind. Suddenly, abruptly, she was panting, panting harshly and fast. The Beast had gripped her wide hips with both hands again, as was now drawing her hips back to meet his onrushing meat.

The ever more powerful collisions caused flashes to blot out her mind's eye. Honking like a cow under her bull should, Power Girl rapidly lost all control of her body and began thrusting her bulging bubblebutt back at the obscenely rutting Minotaur to ever increasing enthusiasm.

Her mantra crumbled as she was forced, completely against her will, into a wild rush towards a head exploding, womb opening orgasm. As their sexual guts smashed together in rapid and ever more perfect rhythm, Power Girl's resistance collapsed.

The Minotaur released her now hard driving hips, watching in pleasure and admiration as she matched his powerful thrusts into her with delightful, and utterly willing back thrusts, eagerly swallowing him up. Slapping her bouncing, meaty asscheeks, he rode his 'Gift' to his worthy and justified reward.

Don't cum! disappeared from her mind as only one thought filled her.

Reach that sexual Nirvana! Make the both of them explode...together!

Never had she desired sexual pleasure as much as with this horrible...wonderful Sex Monster!

Then she felt that magnificent cock jerk mightily against her jumping, throbbing womb.

And the signal instantly claimed her.

"AAAAAAAHHHHH!" she mindlessly howled at the top of her lungs. "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Oh God! Oh God! So good! Please! I need it! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

The Minotaur closed his eyes as she screamed out her defeat to his sexual prowess. He closed his eyes and willed his ducts to open.

Spew!

His first red hot eruption flooded her womb, and brought an instant series of acknowledging wails from his 'Gift'.

"Squeal! Squeal! Squeal! Squeal! Squeal! Squeal! Squeal! Squeal!" went Power Girl, convulsing now in relentless waves of ultimate feminine bliss.

The Minotaur's second spew overfilled Power Girl's womb, surged through her Fallopian tubes, and began collecting in her abdominal cavity. Three more squeal inducing eruptions and her belly swelled, perfectly and smoothly symmetrically, like she was eight months pregnant.

Power Girl, completely out of it, just came and came while continuing to squeal her thoroughly fucked brains out.

Roger and Hermione, the only two with their faces free of his scrotum or jumping cock, gawked at the union of Queen Thora and Desiree. The two 'lovers' had just reversed their positions in the past few minutes, Desiree putting Thora on her back in Desiree's Throne, placing the short Queen's ankles upon the Aesir's shoulders, thereby positioning the Queen for a thorough plowing.

Now Thora was howling hysterically, toes curling. hands clawing Desiree's seeming indestructible back, head tossing, mouth permanently open in screaming submission to the cock plowing her.

Desiree hovered, arched over the out of control Queen, driving every inch of her overwhelming cock fully into regal belly, making Thora's bellybutton bulge up with every plunge. Her rock hard, softball sized nuts slapped off Thora's upturned buns, sounding like she was being spanked by a paddle. Her buns were as red as an ass that had been spanked by a paddle.

Desiree hands gripped the Queen's oversized babyfeeders, Thora's tit-meat bulging between the Aesir's fingers. As Desiree furiously plowed the hysterical Queen, watching Thora's belly jump and jiggle like jello in an earthquake, she screamed her triumph into the helpless Elf's sweaty, flushed, ecstatic face: "Now you have found your place, haven't you, Elf! Under me! Wrapped around my cock! Cum for me, woman! Cum for your Master and Mistress! Now you know my destiny! Atop you! Fuck! Cum for me! Milk my balls, Elf, and I will reward you!"

Over and over the megalomaniacal monologue went, as Queen Thora tossed her fucked stupid face back and forth and mindlessly urged her conqueror on to ever deeper thrusts into her offered up pussy.

Then Hermione, for Roger was 'distracted' by the Queen's rape, heard buzzing. Then she cried out, "Moonbeam!"

Roger took a double take between the suddenly cheered Hermione and the seriously fucked Queen Thora upon Desiree's Throne. Before he could turn his head towards where Hermione was happily looking, the Schoolgirl Mage yelled again. "And, oh wonderful, Lady Gem!"

With Lady Gem's acknowledgment, Flare pulled of Roger's completely sucked to iron bar erect cock with a loud slurp and turned to Gem even before Roger could. "M'Lady!" Flare croaked, her throat stretched by long and enthusiastic cocksucking.

Ball tingling naked, Lady Gem strode up and hugged the almost squealing, tearful Flare. Then she looked at a somewhat sheepish Roger. Not frowning, nor smiling, she nodded to him, then her eyes dropped...

To his eighteen inch long, glowing cock sticking straight out...

...from above a soaking wet scrotal sac holding his big balls...and still being sucked on by Stryker!

Long strands of precum, sucked eagerly and most competently out of him by Flare, ran like icing across and down Stryker's naked back.

Now Gem was frowning!

Moonbeam, though, intervened. "You must get Roger to Alfheim before Desiree, remember?" she whispered.

Gem's frown deepened. Then she nodded her head.

Then she saw Flare's tights, halfway down to her knees! And her frown deepened.

"We need to go, now!" she said softly, but with great command presence, nonetheless.

Everyone, including Roger, nodded in reply.

Looking again at that huge prick, so similar to what she had just...eagerly...sucked off down in the pass, she looked up at a cautious Roger. "And put...that thing...away!"

But the look she gave him, that unwilling but longing look at his precum pissing Elf breaker, reminded Roger of other camps and other times when Gem, Lady Gem, wouldn't...couldn't tell him to 'put that away!"

As he obediently pulled his disguise down around his prick and balls, but only after Gem yanked a naked, and protesting, Stryker, by her hair, out from under Roger's ballsac, Roger had a small, anticipatory smile on his face.

The gorgeously naked Gem saw it...and blushed.

Under his disguise Roger's ever hard 'persuader' jumped, literally, for joy!

He hoped to Loki that there were no more Guild Elf uniforms packed on the horses! That Lady Gem looked damn fine enough naked!

Power Girl regained her normal consciousness in a pool of spooge. It was the cum that had flooded her belly, forced back out her unoccupied pussy after the Beast had withdrawn his man-weapon and she had limply collapsed to the floor upon her belly.

The Minotaur!

The anger, the hatred, the blood-lust re-ignited instantly! Looking about from laying on the floor, she hoped she could catch him asleep. Typical for a male, to fall asleep after ravaging a female!

Then she felt that familiar hot and slimy cockhead slip between her jutting buns, right over her virginal anus!

He wasn't asleep!

"Woo! Woo!" she gasped.

"So, you are awake!" He chuckled, milking his still iron bar erect cock, dumping a cup of lubricating precum between her bulging cheeks and into her clenching anal pore. "Good! It will be easier if you are awake!"

"You Bastard!" she screeched, her anger once again at full bore. "What do you think you are doing?!"

"There is one last opening I must use, before our relationship is consummated," he replied, probing the slick tail pore of Kara with his impossibly dimensioned glans.

"Don't you dare! I don't do...that! OOOO! Don't ever sleep, Beast! I'll slit your throat, the first chance I get! I swear it!"

"Now, you will change your mind about us soon enough. So just relax like a good Amazon and let me see how far up you I can fit."

Under relentless pressure from the Minotaur's cockhead, her anus reluctantly began to dilate.

"Don't! OOOO! Gasp! Ah! AAAAAAH! Don't... You...you...animal! Have you no shame? Stop this!" She began to kick her legs up, striking His thighs.

Immediately, though, He simply knelt across her own thighs, painfully pinning her down.

Power Girl winced, then pounded the unyielding floor from the painful pinning of her legs, but it didn't lessen her desire to kill. "Damn you! I'll kill you! It hurts!"

"But I haven't put it in yet!" the Minotaur came back. Then he thrust.

Power Girl only had time to gasp before the bloated glans popped right through her well lubricated sphincter and into her.

Her eyes opened wide. It felt like an apple had been put up her butt! It was accompanied by an unusual, unique bloated feeling, but nothing that could be called real pain.

How did he do that? she gasped to herself. If he didn't do things to her that caused pain, she would eventually have a difficult time maintaining her rabid hatred of the Beast.

And she wanted to keep that rabid hatred. For revenge for the degrading rape of her!

Then the apple was moving...farther into her!

"NO!" she barked as the weirdest, but not unpleasant, bloated gut feeling started traveling up into her bowels! "NOOOOOOOOO!"

"Too late!" the Minotaur, riding her backside, watching carefully as he sank more and ever more of his prodigious prick into her widely and wildly spread, plump tail.

And it was too late for her. More and more of her gut was spread open and filled with mythological bull prick, and she could do nothing about it. And, while it was...uncomfortable, it was not nearly as painful as she had imagined it would be...or wanted it to be.

In fact, there was a portion of the sensation that was kinda...pleasurable...in a demeaning, disgusting way!

Then he pulled back and it was all she could do not to squeal! The vacuum generated by his cockhead's withdrawal felt like He was turning her bowels inside out! It was the strangest, downright giddy sensation!

She did cry out when his obscenely wide crown caught and pulled on her spasming sphincter. But he immediately stopped.

And then drove right back in.

As far as he liked.

As far as he had meat to drive.

"OOOOOOO! NOOOOOOO! Oh God! Don't! PLEASE! Not so far! Squeallllllll!" went Kara as the Minotaur, arched over her on hands and feet, proceeded to sink every single inch of his damn near 24 inches of calf thick cock between the prone and defenseless Power Girl's buttocks.

She mindlessly squealed the entire way, until his hot, hard hips smashed down on her bulging buns.

But there still was no pain! Her belly was swollen from organ dislocation, he should be reaching her heart, there was so much in her, but no actual pain!

Then he powerfully flexed his butt buried bone and Power Girl first jumped, then moaned loudly. That felt...so good!

Too good!

He snorted potently into her right ear, "Your butt is as plump, and tight, as Penelope of Ithaca, whom I enjoyed...how long ago? Well, just for your information, the reason you don't feel pain is that my semen deadens pain. Otherwise, how could I possibly fuck all the women and girls I have enjoyed, especially their wonderfully snug asses, without killing them with the pain? Just a little gift to my 'Gifts'!"

Then he began withdrawing again, and His 'Gift' began moaning. As he pulled back he seized Power Girl by her hips and drew her up onto her hands and knees.

Now she knew she was in perfect position to service the Beast...

With her ass!

She hung her head in miserable humiliation when he released her hips and she did nothing. She just knelt there, butt offered up, waiting for his next evil plunge into her!

Oh she hated him! In her impotence, which he imposed upon her, she wanted to see his guts splattered across the cavern floor!

Then he thrust back in and all she could do was drop her head and moan like a cheap whore, enjoying the use of her!

Oh the misery!

Reaching under the desolate female, the Minotaur filled his huge hands with her even bigger melons. Gripping her by those baby feeders, he had tit meat bulging out between his gripping fingers when he thrust in again.

Her rock hard nipples dug vigorously into his palms as his bitch moaned loudly as her bowels filled and her belly bulged with his meat.

"Life is good!" he proclaimed and he began stroking in and out at a quick, easy pace, now that he was certain that Power Girl's bowels had been suitably spread for his use.

Power Girl's downtrodden face grimaced with each deep penetration of her butt. There was pain now, when that cockhead went way, way up her. But what concerned her was not that there was pain. It was the kind of pain.

It was...pleasurable! Distinctly uncomfortable, parts not exactly desirable, but definitely pleasurable!

And, with each deep penetrating stroke, the pleasure grew and the discomfort lessened.

And that terrified Power Girl as she again began, under the Beast riding hers tit pulling, to thrust her bubblebutt back at the Minotaur's relentless, obscene two foot deep thrusts into her!

"Ah, yes!" went the Minotaur's monologue. "Nothing like a deep ass fuck, and ass orgasm, to show a human female her proper place in the World! It is time you learned your place, Power Girl! Under me! Now demonstrate to me how this magnificent body of yours can fuck!" And the rate, and power, of his deep butt thrusts doubled.

And Power Girl cried out, "Ah! Fuck! Yes!" in quite willing acknowledgment of his acumen with riding cows, and women, and, with his next more powerful drive, not only did her head drop in miserable submission to the growing pleasure of outrageous butt fuck, but her big, pierced tail began to match the Minotaur's new rhythm and force...

In the opposite direction.

And in Power Girl's head the old, discredited mantra started up once more, "Don't cum! Whatever you do, don't cum!"

As Roger, alone for once, tied his kit to his mount, moments after Gem arrived from Desiree's Throne, he heard Moonbeam slide up alongside his face. That perfectly full little 'Barbie Doll" body caught his attention at once!

Damn, but that little thing was a looker!

And always naked!

Made him wish, sometimes, he was Walt Disney!

Moonbeam frowned when she caught him staring at her miniature bubble butt and hourglass figure...instead of her face! "M'Lord! We must be serious!"

Embarrassed, he looked up at her all-serious face. She had been so un-Fairy-like lately. It was hard to 'read' her at times.

"I need to get back to Queen Embla. But I first need to...warn you about these Guild Elves!"

Roger's eyebrows crossed.

"The Guild has been seriously injured this day! More than the rape..." she shuddered.

She turned to where Gem, Flare, and Stryker were tying bedrolls. "Desiree's magick has damaged all the Guild Elves here! You must know of this! You must see it in them! With their Queen in Desiree' power, all the Guild Elves have lost their...self confidence, their courage against Desiree's...anyone's sexual weapons! Lady Gem is a great commander, but she has become addicted to Desiree's...sexual power! And all the Guild Elves you will see between here and Alfheim will be susceptible to anyone' black sex magick or sex weapons!

"You are truly on your own, now! They cannot help you against Desiree or Moira! And they know it! They know they cannot resist the seduction of Desiree or Moira! They will always lose, sooner or later! They will mean well, and will be quite brave in fighting Moira or Desiree...up to a point! Then, just like their Queen, they will submit...

"And love submitting to their...your enemies!"

Roger stared at the completely sober Fairy. The magnitude of what Moonbeam was saying was slow to sink in, but it was sinking in!

He was finally alone and in charge!

Then, breaking out in a big, friendly...sexy smile that only a ball-busting Fairy could do, Moonbeam buzzed closer until her voluptuous (for a doll), conical tits filled his wide eyed vision. Her odor, oh so sweet and feminine, swirled around his face. "I know you can succeed!" she husked (for a Fairy). "You have the Brisingamen! Lord Loki knew that whoever would take his place would need it! And it is all you need, M'Lord Roger! Just remember that you need to take control! A God must be able to do that!

"And the Elves...your Elves, will love you for it!"

Then the Fairy kissed him, sweetly, on his forehead (while pressing her tits into his eyes, her firm waist atop his nose, and that warm, wet, hairless twat on his lower lip!), then added, "And so will I, M'Lord!"

Then, with the sweetest giggle of a prick-teasing fifteen year old, she was off in a buzz.

Leaving Roger with the departing vision of those miniature bubblebutt cheeks flashing before him!

Just as they were about to mount their steeds, Roger heard Queen Thora's piercing scream of submission to Desiree. With a jerk of his head, Roger gawked at the Throne, eyes wide, while his prick, steely as ever, jumped wildly in the tent it had made in his disguise.

Gem grimly stared, having went through a very similar experience not an hour earlier.

Flare lowered her head in humiliation, tears of shame streaming down her cheeks for not even trying to save her Queen or beloved Sisters.

Stryker growled and glared at Desiree's phat ass flying up and down over her helpless, mind-fucked Queen for the same reason as Flare dropped her gaze.

Hermione gulped in wild fear, seemingly knowing what was going to happen next to the multi-orgasmic Thora. And fearing that the same was to happen to her, if she failed in this new mission!

With an audible syrupy pop Desiree yanked her throbbing, swollen prick from Thora's grasping, cum sucking pussy and thrust it between those magnificently firm and jutting boobs of the Queen.

Thora, without orders from Desiree, pressed her upper arms on the outside of both tits and surrounded that jumping prick with heavenly smooth, firm, and hot baby-feeding udders. Then she extended her arms and caught each of Desiree's stuffed hard nuts in each of her long clawed hands.

And sank her nails in...

Deep!

And Desiree howled in turn, fucking her maximally swollen tube-steak between those perfect 'Valley of the Boobs', sawing quickly and single-mindedly back and forth in that silky firm valley of Queen Thora's jugs until...

With a hoarse cry of her own surrender to Thora's Junoesque Elven chest-fruit, Desiree exploded directly into the Guild Queen's face.

Mouth open, the first three massive blasts of Elf food filled Thora's maw to overflowing. As she tried to swallow the delicious stuff, which took three successive gulps, Desiree, not at all interested in waiting for the Queen's mouth to empty again, proceeded to spew, at supersonic speeds, all over Thora's beautiful facial cum landing strip!

"Splat!" after "Splat!" echoed off the mountainsides as Thora wallowed in semantic overload, her nose plugged, eye sockets filled, literally every square inch of her beautiful face coated with over an inch thick layering of testicle protein derived whipped cum. By the time she could open her mouth again to take in more Elf food, her face didn't just look like it had been pushed into a fully iced wedding cake, it was the wedding cake!

But she had Desiree by the balls, literally, and she wasn't about to let the bitch loose until every ounce of Desiree's demonic ballpudding had been extracted, and preferably swallowed, by her!

After all, it was her contribution to Guild Elf Victory!