Cassiopeia stepped into Desiree's Throne Room without announcing herself. She already had surmised that it would have been futile to try and get her Mistress' aural attention as Desiree would not...could not...have heard her...
Not over the howling of "Queen" Thora.
But Cassiopeia abruptly did stop ...unintentionally so... just inside the entrance. She simply had to...
She staggered to a stop with only a ragged gasp to announce her presence. With one stride into the huge, yet substantially empty, Throne Room the most raw, pervading passion...perversely submissive...consummately feminine...absolutely carnal passion...had surged down her spine to most instantly and dominately saturate the abdominal organs of her feminine core with melting wet need.
...for what "Queen" Thora was 'getting' from Mistress Desiree her wide eyes quickly confirmed!
And she instantly recognized that the wickedly, irresistibly torrid affect on her was the result of uniquely powerful black sex magick...intensely potent black sex magick of a persuasiveness she had not experienced outside of the presence of a god-cocked Dark Lord...and it was fully saturating the entire room!
And clearly originating now from her Mistress Desiree!
In an instant her still-struggling-to-remain-rational Elf mind recognized the source of the literally overpowering sexual hex flooding the room was from the now...staggering view of her Mistress, an awesomely Black Sex Magick energized Desiree, 'performing' upon the helpless, yet clearly enthusiastic, wildly squirming and violently convulsing, Elf Queen...
But the Elf also realized that what she was seeing...and hearing from the dominated Elf Queen...was not the only, or even major, reason the vampiric Wood Elf was now, especially between her full, smooth thighs, openly dripping with out of control feminine liquid lust!
Indeed, the former Queen, now impotently receptive demonic fucktoy, was certainly a sight capable of bringing out the 'worst' in an Elf's sexually submissive side! Draped over a large pillow with her hips laid directly atop said bolster, the position forced Thora's especially Guild full ass to jut straight up in line with the hard driving, supernaturally endowed Aesir's omnipotent masculine thrusts. Without a defense or the expectation of succor from her new 'Mistress', Thora was taking Desiree's massive eighteen inch long pride in breathtaking, heartbreaking, will destroying, balls deep plunges between her regal, meat-loaf sized tail-buns.
And, from the former Guild Elf Queen's hysterical, and ebulliently ear splitting, screeches of enthusiastic submission to brutally driving, quite inhumanly penetrating buttfuck, Cassiopeia recognized that Thora was unwillingly adoring every bun spreading, belly distending, bowel expanding, mind destroying thrust!
Desiree looked to the Elf to be completely obsessed with enjoying Thora's tail. (Just as she had earlier with Gem's, Cassiopeia told herself not without some self-concern.) The Aesir was plowing away most single-mindedly into the penetration deranged Queen, sinking every arm thick inch of her 'borrowed' Loki Cock into the Elf's defenselessly offered up, completely spread to fit divine meat, near-perfectly bubblebutt ass. She didn't even notice Cassiopeia standing at the doorway as she mindlessly, frantically, obsessively smacked her wide, smooth, powerful hips into Thora's quivering, bouncing, wet asscheeks..."Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!"
And the overwhelmed Elf Queen, totally blinded by glory-hole defiling pain/pleasure, responded verbally with equal volume and enthusiasm with each of their clapping, generously meaty collisions: "Oh! OH! OH! Loki! OH! GOOD! Oh! So...Loki...damn...GOOD! Damn You! Aesir! Damn You! NOT...SO...DEEP! Squeal! OH! OH! OH! Squeal! OH! OH! OH! Please...PLEASE! SQUEAL!"
Cassiopeia wondered if Desiree were not becoming too obsessed with fucking Guild Elf bubblebutt!
But her Mistress certainly was energized! Cassiopeia had never experienced such power...Black Sex Magick spell casting power...projected by Desiree (or any other Aesir/Mage) before this! She had only experienced such radiant seductive/possessive force from Dark Lords...or their Mistresses...like Moira!
Cassiopeia recalled the One Great Fear shared by all the ball-bustingly beautiful 'little' females with the pointed ears of Lokin: Just being around Dark Lords made Elves 'me-so-horny'!
And very...very EASY!
And she had always...ALWAYS lost when facing such Black Sex Magick power! Worse...willingly lost!
She just couldn't say no, even if she wanted to...when she was made so horny! Like now! She was instantly and overwhelmingly oh-so-very dripping-pussy, aching nipples, wide eyes locked on dinosaur-sized, Guild ass splitting demonic cock randy!
Even when she knew what shame she would suffer through afterwards, the humiliation that Moira always heaped upon her victims after she broke them with her irresistible Sex Power and Dark Lord Cock, that the memory of her...feminine submission to that divine yet bestial Cock would be unbearable to recall...
It just didn't matter!
Not now!
All that just didn't matter anymore, she suddenly realized as she gawked, panting at Desiree's awesome use of the ex-Queen! Even as she debated with herself, argued with herself, begged herself to resist...
Just like with Dark Lords...with Moira...the fight was over with Desiree.
Without trying, Desiree had her. Anything Desiree wanted...Everything Cassiopeia had!
Instantly the prideful Wood Elf, then helplessly staring at Desiree's hips rising up to powerfully drive back down into openly receptive and defeated Guild Elf Queen tail, knew now that all she wanted, all she could think of, was to lose...to submit...to Desiree's new Power! She wanted more than anything to be the Guild Elf slut Queen squealing under her Mistress!
Offering her ass up to divine Aesir Cock!
The Wood Elf ruefully realized, with that small part of her mind not yet subsumed and subverted by the Black Sex Magick sweeping through the empty Throne Room, that Desiree's victory over the Guild had...changed the Aesir! Certainly it had increased her casting power, boosting her Black Sex Magick casting abilities to those approximating that of Dark Lords! Certainly close to Moira's Elf raping potency!
What power those Guild Elves must have, untapped power given them by their Lord Loki! Power that Desiree's Loki Kai's rape must have sucked out from them as they, admittedly unwillingly, dramatically sucked tons of Loki Kai wadd from the Guild Elf conquerors!
Just how much more of that Black Sex Magick based Loki Power do those little sex-bitches still have?!
Power still waiting to be sucked out of a buttfucked Queen by a huge, metaphysical prick?
Suddenly, amongst the wildly surging waves of all demanding, submission precipitating lust in her...the mad, irresistible NEED for belly bulging fuck being generated in her by merely watching her Mistress cruelly, wondrously, esquisitely buttfuck another fully helpless and multiorgasmic Elf, the gawking, sweating Wood Elf felt jolts of...fear...
They were manipulating...trying to manipulate...the very sex forces of Lord Loki, the real God who created...founded Lokin! The Lokin that the Dark Lords colonized...not made. The Lokin that Aesir's like Desiree merely stumbled into from other places that they were fleeing from...
Do they deserve the opportunity to wield such sex power? Can Mistress Desiree...control the Power she has already taken from the raped Guild?
It didn't look like it right then, as the Wood Elf watched wide eyed as the Aesir furiously fucked away between Thora's widely spaced and meaty asscheeks.
She just looked like she was enjoying breaking the ex Queen...too much!
Could Desiree actually succeed in becoming the next Lord Loki? What would happen to her Elf Sisters...to HER?!...when Desiree obtained literally unlimited power?!
Cassiopeia already knew what was going to happen...what she wanted to happen...to her right now!
"Mistress..." Cassiopeia finally announced her presences after clearing a very dry throat. She tried to keep her eyes on her Mistress' face, and not hypnotically gawk at that shiny slick, arm thick Cock plunging in fifteen inch strokes relentlessly, wondrously in and out of fuck defeated regal rectum.
A Desiree quite lost in her triumph, and fucking through the hot, wet and clinging velvety grasp of the anal tube of the former Queen wildly writhing beneath her, just kept pounding away, making the obviously Loki Cock possessed Elf Queen squeal and thrash like a virginal teen bride in a wet-dream wedding night.
Cassiopeia, eyes nevertheless fixing on that madly pounding prick, had to announce herself twice more before Desiree regained reality sufficiently to abruptly noticed her. With a voracious, wolfish grin that bordered on dementia (even for an Aesir too long too close to the Dark Lords), she immediately stopped her furious butt plowing, though keeping her anal assault weapon buried completely in the squirming Queen's Royal butt. After a moment with her organ swallowed in the shuddering, whining Thora, she began to slowly, and not without some difficulty, pull her hugely swollen weapon from Thora's convulsing, sucking rectum.
Finally, after a full minute of vacuumous withdrawal, Desiree's adult Human Male fist sized cockhead popped out of the still offered-up Royal Guild Elf Butt accompanied by both a syrupy pop from one end of Thora's GI tract and a razor sharp, ear splitting shriek from the other.
Cassiopeia, finding herself, thanks to Desiree's intense, continuous, and unfocused Black Sex Magick casting produced as she used Thora's unused in three eons tail, quite distinctly and intensely now suffering the opposite of emotions compared to her earlier experience in the Minotaur cave, could well understand Thora's yelp of disappointment at losing that fabulous plug from her backside!
The magick possessed Elf, quite involuntairily and thoughtlessly, oh so wanted to submit to HER Mistress' weapon just then!
Rolling on her side to face Cassiopeia, leaving Thora on her belly, panting and sweating, and quivering in whining disappointment at suddenly being left so...empty, Desiree swept aside a strand of sweaty hair from her forehead and smiled, a little less savagely, at Cassiopeia. Taking her towering prick in hand, she idly milked the shaft a few times, then directed the copious testicle drool generated into the panting Thora's deep, dark asscrack. The greasy and lumpy demonic liquid-protein slid completely out of sight into that Stygian crack.
Then the smirking Aesir looked up at the horribly aroused Wood Elf. "You have accomplished your...mission?" she husked. Her voice oozed with torrid, inhuman, irresistible, horrid and delicious Elf-dominating...SEX.
The vampiric Wood Elf could only nod. She had to swallow again before her perpetually lust dry throat could converse, "H...H...He has been convinced to...support us, Mistress. It took two 'gifts', both of whom resisted him...For which I do not blame those females! He is a ghastly barbaric creature! The ease at which he dominated those two strong women...raping them before my eyes! I really have second thoughts about this, Mistress."
Desiree nodded in understanding...and agreement with her Agent. "Yes, it is a great risk we take with him! He could be quite uncontrollable without Lord Chaos influencing him! But he is the only creature in Lokin, that I know of, that can intimidate Moira and stand up to Chaos! So, he will be in Asgard when we get there?"
"I have arranged for him to transport there just about the time we should arrive. And, Mistress, it has been over four hours, we should be going!"
Desiree ignored Cassiopeia's last statement, more interested in sensuously smearing her precum all over Thora's jumping asscheeks like it was the most expensive and luxurious of skin lotions. Not looking up from her 'application', she asked, "And my Loki Kai? What about the Guild?"
Unwatched, the Wood Elf nodded once more, her eyes still slavishly locked on Desiree's Loki Cock. "The Loki Kai performed as you predicted, Mistress...in all facets: They ravaged nearly every Guild Elf who came with Que...Thora. After enjoying them, as per your orders to them, they chained the Elves down so they couldn't escape, even if they wanted to after servicing the Loki Kai, and then the Loki Kai promptly collapsed. By my estimate only about two dozen Elves in total managed to escape."
She hesitated, then quickly added, "Forgive me, but Moira must be moving her Orc army upon Asgard by now! We must be leaving now if we are to intercept them!"
"Not too bad," Desiree replied, patting Thora on her bulging left bun. She acted as if she hadn't a care in the world. Then she looked up. "Do you really think Moira will be moving this soon? It does not matter, anyway. Embla will be moving for us, in plenty of time to intercept Moira! I have it all arranged for the Drow to take care of Moira's Orcs. Without her Orcs, not even Moira will invade Asgard itself! Furthermore, she will never find Thora's..." and she viciously slapped the Guild Elf's wet, plump right asscheek, the 'crack' echoing off her Throne Room walls while Thora squealed and Cassiopeia jumped. "...lesbian bitch daughter without a guide!"
Then the Aesir glared at the sweating, openly panting Wood Elf. "I will not need a guide!" With a wicked smile she dropped her vision down to Cassiopeia's loins, where her typically Elf-quality hairless pussy blatantly displayed long, floppy labia literally dripping with lubricating female juice. "I can...smell your...slutty Elf's horniness from a kilometer away!"
Cassiopeia whimpered and shuddered as she watched Desiree's eyes lock in her drenched twat. The lust surging through her from those glowing red sex-coals locked on her slit crushed all remaining will and restraint, leaving nothing in her but...NEED!
Once Cassiopeia's belly was heaving in fast and hard gasps of building, undeniable randiness, Desiree's eyes rose to lock on the Wood Elf's. "I can smell you, Cassiopeia!" she husked, again, this time with the most arrogant, knowing smirk. Picking up her drooling cock, the Aesir waved it at the Wood Elf. "You feel my Power? Of course you do, Elf! And you want it, don't you? Now do you believe?! Do you believe in My Power?"
Cassiopeia, no longer the cool, self-assured Wood Elf Agent, gnawed on her lower lip, her eyes locked on that wadd pumping cockhead. "Yes..." she whispered in near religious awe.
"What?! I didn't hear you!" Desiree lied with a hideous grin. She could see the Wood Elf's pussy fluid running in waves down the inside of both her svelte, firm, strong thighs almost as if the Elf had lost control of her bladder. "What do you want more than anything else right now, my Slut?"
"You!" came the instant and sincere hoarsely reply. All of her pretense towards sophistication immediately collapsed. "Please! PLEASE! Do me! Use me! Fuck me, Mistress!"
Desiree chuckled. "Of course! It has been too long since I...permitted you to serve your Mistress! Come, show me that Wood Elves are just as good Cocksuckers as big assed Guild Elves!" She slapped Thora's cum covered buns with her prodigious meat-pole as she watched Cassiopeia's hungry smile widen.
When the Wood Elf stepped forward, her claws outstretched towards her Loki Cock, Desiree added, "When you finish here we can depart. But I want you to do me good, first..."
Then the Aesir cut her gloating off short, with a dramatic hiss, as her Cock was wrenched from her hands and her pudcap suddenly engulfed with hellish moist heat. Now it was Desiree's turn to gawk as Cassiopeia's flushed face began to relentlessly, eagerly descend down her fifteen inches of arm thick shaft in inch long gulps.
The Throne Room filled with the sloppy, sharp sounds of forced precum swallowing, slurping of quick gasps of air, and, most noticeable, the most nasty sounding eruptions of gagging and retching as Wood Elf head engulfed divine dickmeat.
Gasping raggedly under Cassiopeia's oral assault, Desiree still managed to continue issuing orders, "We still can't let any of the Guild escape back to Alfheim. I want no survivors! I want that 'Princess', my next Wife..." and the Aesir again cracked a wicked palm off Thora's bubblebutt, "...to know there is no escape by any Elf from my...ung!"
Just over a foot down the jumping, throbbing cockshaft, Cassiopeia's gobbling descent abruptly, temporarily, halted as she retched especially loudly and two fountain pen thick bolts of coagulated testicle protein spurted out her flared nostrils. A moment's hesitation to clear her throat, however, and the dedicated Elvish cocksucker was once again diving over Desiree's choad, wrapping more and more of her throat around jumping penile shaft.
With a near fatal moan, the Aesir felt her testicles, nearly 50% larger than they were when Gem had milked them last, seized in the Wood Elf's talons. Knowing then that she was not long for clear headed thinking once those talons sank home, Desiree hurriedly finished her order issuing through her own constricted throat, "No...ah!...Elves may escape! They have climbed into the...fuck! More, swallow more you cocksucker!...ah, the mountains on the Alfheim side! They will not...ung!...escape! Send the...yes! that's it!...send the Cockbats after them. I owe some...entertainment to the Cockbats, too!"
Then she spasmically gripped the back of Cassiopiea's head and forced it down around the last three inches of as yet unswallowed shaft until the Wood Elf's pointed nose pressed into the Aesir's rock solid belly. Cassiopeia's ass, thrust up into the air as she knelt between her Mistress' powerful, well parted thighs, writhed wildly up in the air as she gagged and slurped uninhibitedly around eighteen inches of God Cock.
The Throne Room echoed with the wild cry of a lioness seizing her prey by the throat as Desiree roared, acknowledging another load lost to Elf cocksucking skill.
Another, even louder retch, and great gushes of Aesir-chowder was spewing from Cassiopeia's dilated nostrils as her eyes rolled up in absolute orgasmic bliss and her belly swelled like she had swallowed a melon. Over the next minute quarts of baby-making goo shot directly into her stomach while nearly as much erupted from her nostrils to blanket her chin and neck.
And Desiree moronically howled her semantic triumph over yet another cocksucking Elf.
FarArcher finally reached a ledge, actually a boulder-top sticking out from the mountainside wide enough for her to collapse upon and rest. It was approximately two hundred feet above the pass, and gave her a complete view of the horrible battleground below.
From whence she had just left...ran away from...in shameful panic...
She came from 3rd Troop of the 3rd Squadron. That is, had come from...
The 3rd Troop of the 3rd Squadron no longer existed.
Her sisters were all down...pinned under or wrapped around the evil cocks of god-hung apes called Loki Kai.
It had been horrible! Never in her three thousand years as a Guild Elf had she experienced such humiliating, degrading defeat! She had been standing by the Western grass covered wall at the back of the third gash in the pass, where her Troop had been assigned, when the howling, glowing cock armed beasts simply swarmed over them just as they had apparently overwhelmed the Troop ahead of hers. She had been more than ready to lop off some Loki Kai heads...she had three Orc 'claims' already this day! But as soon as that glow flashed through the rift her mind, her Guild Elf aggression, strength, will to resist penile tyranny just...left her in a torrid surging wave of most un-Guild Elf randiness and feminine sexual submission!
All that remained was hard nippled, wet crotch need...NEED for vaginal spreading, belly stuffing, gut dislocating penetration! By anyone...any-THING!
As long as it was MALE...and HUNG!
In the melee that followed, with Elves' dramatically weakened arms and uncontrollably quivering thighs generating but the most enfeebled defenses while monstrously hung and arrogantly 'influential' Loki Kai swarmed all around the Holy-Glowing-Cock stupefied Guild Elves, impudently stripping them of their sweat and pussy juice soaked clothing before committing unspeakable sexual villainies to every wet, pink, consummately feminine opening they thus obtained access to...
...Before she could manage to do more in her defense than seriously slash one hairy ape-arm reaching out to grope her, her vest was ripped from her and her sword wrenched from her weakened hand. Then, somehow in that tumult of squealing and thrashing, mortally penile-penetrated Elves and howling, arm swinging and Guild Elf-mounting ape-like Loki Kai, she had been thrown completely to the surface.
From her plump butt she jumped to her feet with all the speed and quickness of her Guild Elf reflexes, making her Elven perfect and Human Male hand sized tit cones quiver vividly as her white and wide eyes cast wildly about. At first she thought her new position was fortuitous...
But she soon recognized that up on the grassy surface of the pass the situation was not much better than in the squealing rifts, for the melee had also spread up to the surface...
The very first thing FarArcher saw after jumping up, immediately alongside her feet, was her Commander, Lady Copal, pinned to the ground on her Noble flat and firm belly, stripped completely pink and wet, and clearly compelled, yet equally clearly most willingly so, to accommodate a monstrous, and monstrously endowed, Loki Kai driving a nightstick long and calf muscle thick 'Elf-persuader', with awesome, literally lung emptying depth and power, right between the former Lady's wickedly spread and dramatically bulging Elf buttocks!
In her near hysterical state, and after witnessing hundreds of other brave Guild Elves fall under these apes, FarArcher could only think, while gawking in utter feminine horror down as her Commander howled and squirmed in mortal cock pinion upon the cool, soft ground before her: That is what will happen to us all this day!
One long, painful look at her obviously ass-fuck broken Guild Elf Commander, and the haughty, arrogant, brainless and very MALE beast using her, was enough...
Frozen in place, FarArcher watched as the Loki Kai slowly but steadily backed out from Lady Copal's tortured ass-tube, withdrawing a good fifteen inches of wrist thick, shiny-wet prick shaft from her clinging, suckling bowels. As more and more pole exited her widely stretched backdoor Lady Copal grimaced fiercely, teeth clenched, eyes screwed shut in utmost emotional and...pleasureable response to the emptying of her widely spread bowels.
Then, when the crown of his fist sized glans caught on the back of her already breeched but still constrictive anus, and the Beast eagerly began the wicked process of pulling his obscenely wide cockhead backwards through it, the poor Guild Elf Commander would shake her head with a terrified expression on her suddenly white and wide eyed face.
When, with a syrupy 'pop', the huge cockhead would burst out, it elicited a startled little bird-like squeal from the helpless pinned Elf.
FarArcher immediately recognized that chihuahua-like bark as one of pleasure, not pain.
The leering hairy beast, glancing egotistically at the frozen in place FarArcher, would hesitate only long enough to snort derisively down at the Elf submissively prostrate before him before planting the tip of his pudcap right back into that, now, inch wide anal hole and relentlessly applying pressure...
And Lady Copal's anus gave way almost immediately, even with her rapid and energetic head shaking. With the now desperately shrieking Elf tearing futilely at the grassy ground with her claws and toes, butt held up off the ground in the omnipotent hairy hands of the Loki Kai dominating her, her glowing eyes wide in desperate panic, the Beast...easily...popped that tapered glans into her.
One especially loud and sharp shriek of unmistakable violated bliss accompanied the distinctly louder 'pop' as the purple cockhead disappeared between Guild Elf horse tenderized bums. Lady Copal's face dropped, her head still shaking in futile denial, her fists ripping grass out by their roots. It was all she could do as her dominator climbed more fully atop her...
Then, with an obscenely arrogant smirk, the ape thrust back in, slowly, relentlessly, sinking back into her defenselessly offered up tail.
The Elf's clenched teeth chewed on the grass under her grimacing face, her fists pounded on the ground in recognition of the futility of any resistance to that divinely huge penis gutting her.
And when his hips, eighteen long, thick, driving inches later, compressed her plump buns; and the Elf's head flew up, eyes like white saucers, jaw dropped in awed shock; and when he began to grind his powerful, hairy hips around those Guild Elf bubblebutt buns, his mimic of the Loki Cock completely swallowed up by her bowels, and her saucer eyes rolled up into her skull while her prehensile pink tongue rolled out her mouth to dangle limply down her dropped chin; and when the former 'Lady' Copal belched like a pig and mindlessly exploded in transcendental anal orgasm for her conqueror, FarArcher knew that there was no hope for any Guild Elf who fell into these monsters hands!
Meanwhile, while FarArcher was transfixed watching her poor Commander being broken via massive and forced anal violation, the Loki Kai that was brutally and successfully using 'Lady' Copal finally addressed the Elf standing alongside. Greedy, as typical for most masculine 'conquerors', for ever more female 'territory' to violate, he immediately reached out for the wide eyed and quite unnerved Guild Elf alongside him while he continued, of course!, to ruthlessly sink his obscene, glowing, Elf thrilling and intimidating cock in repeated and firm, to-the-balls, strokes into FarArcher's glowing Cock possessed Commander's tail!
Her face a mask of near hysterical rape fear, and without a weapon, therefore without a hope of saving herself better yet reclaiming her Commander's feminine honor, the Bow-Elf bolted just before the huge and hairy hand could wrap around her calf.
Mindlessly, all discipline, training, hope gone, FarArcher ran...
The worst violation of order and discipline a Guild Elf could commit, to leave the field of battle with the combat still in doubt...
But she ran...
Probably, at the time, the combat really wasn't in doubt...
But she had run nevertheless.
The rigidly unforgivable, razor sharp and diamond hard shame of her Guild Betrayal...that she could never live down...
She ran...
With tears streaming down her luscious cheeks, with her butt fucked into machine-gun orgasm Commander's squeals, howls, and praises for her rapist still ringing in her ears...
She ran...
She ran in the only direction left her...up the mountain on the Alfheim side of the pass.
Up the mountain she ran. For the first hundred feet or so the squeals and howls of multiple fucked Elves and all conquering Loki Kai followed her...driving her...
She ran...
Then, for the second hundred feet up, blessed silence. Whether the gang-rape was out of earshot or all her Sisters were fucked unconscious, she couldn't tell...she hoped she would never find out...
Now, atop the boulder and looking back from where she had...run from...she could see the apes moving away. Back towards Jotunheim.
Carrying many squirming little female looking forms...
Most sitting, perched, upon glowing cocks...
She pounded the boulder-top, casting dust before her face to form mud on her cheeks with the tears of utter shame coursing down them. She should be down there with them!
The fact that she could not have accomplished any more than they didn't matter!
She had run!
Abandoning her Guild Elves!
Betraying her Sisters!
She sobbed, utterly inconsolable, for a long, long time.
Then, abruptly, her head popped up! Her head popped up...in response to a distant sound. Looking over the mountain side, eyes wide, she suddenly saw another Elf, climbing the same mountain off to her left!
Wiping the muddy tears from her eyes, she scrambled to her feet and...
Yes! Some hundred feet to her left and some feet lower down! A Guild Elf! Climbing up the same mountain!
Then there were more! Looking carefully down the mountain slopes she saw more! She could see them running down the entire mountain-range forming the NorthEastern Wall of the Pass! 5...6...7...even more!
Hopping up on her toes, she waved like a schoolgirl at friends, tears of joy now coursing down her pink cheeks. The ones closest to her waved back!
There was hope!
Then...
Off behind the farthest climbing Elf in her vision, FarArcher's trained eyes made out...something. It was dark, and boxy-flat, and was...soaring through the air from...Jotunheim!
A wicked icy chill swept up FarArcher's naked spine...
Cockbats!
And she without her bow!
She immediately turned and began running...climbing up the mountain. Looking back she saw the closest Elves also pick up their climbing.
Soon they were as frantic in their climbing as she was! She couldn't, wouldn't be able to cross the mountain before they would be upon her. She needed a hiding place!
She constantly looked about, looking for a crevice, a cave, anything in which to hide!
But nothing but low, flat topped boulders with wide open paths between them. No crevaces to slip into. No overhangs to shield her!
No place to hide!
Run!
How long she scrambled up the mountainside, her lungs burning from the exertion, she couldn't count. But then, some forty feet farther up from where she had first seen them, she heard...
Whump! Whump! Whump!
Deep, diffused, low tones that slowly, rhythmically, reached her ears...
From behind her.
She didn't have to look back...It was the characteristic sound of cockbats rising, gaining altitude.
As if air-swimming up over a mountainside!
Then, dimly, she heard a shriek behind her. She looked over her shoulder and gasped...
Doom seized her...
A cockbat was lazily banking around, a thrashing little doll swinging to and fro under it. As it banked and curved what looked like shredded cloth flew away in its corkscrewing slipstream.
Then FarArcher's vision was abruptly directed down by another, much louder, scream. It was the first Elf she had seen, the closest one to her.
Another Cockbat, skimming just over the jutting boulders, had skillfully swooped up the banked mountainside and picked up that Elf! As it banked away FarArcher clearly saw it strip the Elf, her vest and then tights swirling away in the slipstream. The hysterical screams of the Elf faded...then abruptly stopped.
FarArcher thought she heard a long, low moan replace the high pitched screams momentarily...
Then bass drum-like notes struck her chest...
She looked directly down the mountainside, where the notes came from, and saw, just as the second physical note struck her, another Cockbat! Skimming just over the boulders she had just scrambled over!
Just thirty feet below her...
A second later, at half the distance, from the back portion of its...HIS underside, she saw its arm thick and three foot long hooked cock spring out in a blur towards her.
"No..." she just had time to gasp before the sun was blotted out...
She was caught by her wrists and heaved, swinging, off the ground. Strangely, she was somehow proud of herself for not screaming like the other Elves'.
Then her ankles where enwrapped by tentacle and she was spread eagled under the kite-like black beast, facing it. Looking up she made out the glowing red eyes leering down upon her from just beyond her head while that massive beating heart could be heard...felt in her hard nippled chest..
As she looked up her tights were abruptly ripped off her!
Now she shrieked as she gawked down at her wide spread thighs, and naked pussy...and the steely rigid and wickedly thick cock hooked right up between her spread thighs!
Then her naked body was pressed into the underside of the massive beast.
Warmth! Like a heated bed, the first experience she registered. Then, under that leathery but supple hide, huge working muscles. Powerful muscles. Overwhelmingly powerful muscles.
MALE muscles!
Strange sensations permeated her. Sensations she hadn't felt in...
...The last time a Male...Lord Loki had climbed upon her to...enjoy her!
But those sensations were not forgotten. They had been too enjoyable to forget entirely. They came back in a furious, heart-stopping rush.
It felt so...good to be pressed against such warm, competent strength!
MALE strength!
Then the smell! Suddenly, instantly, an odor...never amongst Elves...all around her! Musky, so...male, so...sexy!
All around her as the air roared by.
Her nostrils dilated as she took in great lungfulls of the stink...
She shuddered and moaned as her perfectly firm, smooth, and contoured teenage-like flesh flushed with uncontrollable heat. The odor...the musk made her so...
Hot!
Suddenly she wanted to press herself into that smooth, tough, oh so warm hide atop her!
She no longer wanted to close her wide spread legs!
She couldn't help it! It felt so...right to do what this lusty beast holding her wanted! Abruptly she oh so wanted to submit to such a powerful, effortlessly and powerfully working, so masculine an animal!
As if the beast could read her mind, it lifted her up until her face, hard nippled chest, heaving flat belly, dripping wet pussy mound was pressed...intimately, against that smooth flesh...
So she could feel those potent muscles working against her, now, receptive female body.
She felt her pussy flood with uncalled for feminine lust as her silent wish was fulfilled, as she was pressed against that strangely erotic body...
For uncountable minutes she enjoyed the rapturous sensations of being pressed into that powerful, virile flesh.
Her eyes immediately popped open, though, when that...rigid, hot cock pressed between her bulging buns and right on her clenched, virginal anus!
She yelped, suddenly squirming frantically to keep the huge...Thing...out of her pink, virginal (for the last three thousand years) butthole.
Then, before her panic filled yelp was even finished, the threatening tip was gone...
To reappear right between her labia! Her floppy, eagerly parting, soaking wet pussy flaps!
"AAAAH!" she began to scream as the wickedly wide, iron stiff cock effortlessly slipped into her, bulling her nether lips aside, spreading her opening wide. She couldn't tell if her scream was because she feared intense pain, or pleasure, from the huge organ imposing itself upon and into her.
Then a vibration, perhaps a voice...low, immensely powerful, like a great whale at the bottom of the ocean calling out to its kin, stifled her growing panicky cry.
It was a voice! "Elf! You...like...Fuck?"
FarArcher bit off her growing scream. "What?!" she immediately, and thoughtlessly, cried out. Then she raggedly gasped as another couple of inches of steel bar rigid cock slid into her.
"You...Elf! You...like...Fuck? You...like...my...Fuck? You...want...more? You...need...more...like...your...Sisters?"
The Cockbat's deep, bone quivering tone seemed to vibrate through its hide and fluidly permeate her flesh. That invincible voice reverberated through her entire body, shaking her bones, moving and shuddering her organs, especially those in her lower belly, and galvanizing her nervous system. Her flesh seemed to vibrate with, acknowledging its obedience to, that voice.
The huge sky-whale draping over her made her feel so...weak, small, powerless!
With that sensation of helplessness came, in her now conspicuous vulnerability under the cockbat's undisguised display and...threat of His all too masculine potency, an all too feminine wave of submissiveness! She had to submit to the beast!
She wanted to submit!
Then she was screaming, and her pussy was stretching...dilating around the unyielding thickness suddenly surging into her, thrusting potently between her now willingly wide spread thighs.
"It had been so long!" screamed in her mind as the cock masterfully surged into her. Inch by inch it effortlessly slid in, spreading her widely...wonderfully.
"You...like...Fuck? You...like...my... Fuck...little...Elf?" came again through her.
It made her womb jump...
Then the tentacles around her ankles pulled her...pulled her back...
Pulled her back and over a good foot of unyielding male organ...
And FarArcher screamed...
In wondrous, terrifying, delicious pleasure she screamed...
She screamed to let the Cockbat know that she liked...loved what it was doing...
When that cock tip smashed into her cervix, and her belly bulged just below her navel, FarArcher's mind exploded...just like her Lady Copal's mind had done just before FarArcher had run.
It had been a long, long time since she had experienced such a mind blanking orgasm...
"Don't stop!" she pleaded, suddenly without any fear...or shame. The beast had pushed her forward a few inches, removing the wondrous pressure from her womb. "Please! I'll do anything! Just don't stop..."
"I...know!" pridefully vibrated through her as the Cockbat drove her down again onto that iron bar stiff prick.
And FarArcher began screaming again, just like the Elves picked up just before her had screamed.
Nice and loud and long.
And all the way to the Cockbat roost they would scream...but not in fear.
Roger stretched his legs, and other parts, alongside his mount. They had stopped at a typical looking Guild Elf campsite, four hours of hard riding from the traumatic battleground. He could hear a stream nearby, and was tempted, after the past ride, to take a dip. But he knew there was no time, nor inclination amongst the Elves, for such dalliance.
Gem had intentionally set a hard pace. Roger wasn't certain whether the pace was set to get him to Asgard before Moira and her Dark Lord Orc Army or Desiree, or to get the Elves from the scene of their humiliating defeat. When they had dismounted she had also made a point of letting everyone know that they wouldn't be staying here for very long. As Hermione had emphasized, they had to get to Asgard before Desiree or Moira could impregnate Rita!
After all, that was Roger's job!
Strangely, Roger thought, while both Gem and Stryker had ridden before him all morning, both still lusciously and strikingly naked (Some kind of humiliation ritual and self-punishment for losing the battle and their Queen, Hermione explained to him.), and, while he couldn't help but notice both of the Elves' bulging meat-loaves straddling their mount's backs, the normally luscious view didn't start up his typical, of late, leering erection.
As a matter of fact, Roger had no overtly sexual feelings at all right then!
Most unusual for this place!
This place wasn't so great, after all!
But, then again, maybe it had something to do with this Brisingamen and becoming a 'God'?
All morning he had been dealing with a nagging thought: Maybe it was time to start acting like a God?
Roger had been quite...'serious' lately. And for good reason, he thought.
The Schoolgirl Mage and he had stayed a half dozen meters behind the three Guild Elves during the ride. Far enough back so as not to be overheard. Hermione and he had talked quite a bit about...non-sexual things regarding the Elves, the history, commitment and mission of the Guild, the past responsibilities and benefits of Loki, and the mythology of His Succession.
What she told him was sobering...
Like when she mentioned that she believed that the Brisingamen could actually house some part of Loki's immortal consciousness.
In which he believed her, especially after his earlier experience with the Brisingamen in the Drow caverns.
Or that his consciousness could become blended or even subsumed by Loki's, and he could wind up no longer Roger, once the transformation was complete!
And how it was possible for either Moira or Desiree, with their 'borrowed' Dark Lord/Loki organs and, most importantly, testicles, could very well impregnate Rita (or virtually ANY Elf or Drow!) and thereby, technically, satisfy the requirements for Loki's succession.
And how were they going to stop Desiree from fucking Rita before he could...
And, likewise, how they were going to stop Moira!
And, finally, how 'damaged' the Guild Elves with him had become since the defeat at the pass...
"I am certain now, I am afraid, that Gem is not going to be able to get you to Rita...certainly not ahead of Desiree, or, for that matter, Moira," she had advised him. "She is no longer the same Guild Elf Commander that got you to the Brisingamen. You must understand, er...Sir Roger...she, and the other Elves, are leaderless, now. That means something extraordinary to these wide traveling and often solitary Guild Elves. They use their Sisterhood, their lesbian relationships with all Guild Elves, from the highest to lowest ranks, to form and maintain an extended family...to reinforce their confidence of command and their courage both on the road and in battle. They can sense the collective group confidence and mutual support that all Guild Elves have and offer openly to their Sisters. That is how they can resist and maintain their Guild identity no matter how long after being taken captive or becoming lost...they are psychically supported by and have supreme confidence in the belief that their Sisters will support and come for them, sooner or later. No Guild Elf is left for lost forever."
Roger winced with her last sentence. All he seemed to be able to do is lose Elves! Now he knew that those Elves back at the pass were imprisoned, enslaved, because and for him!
Becoming a God entails alot of debt and payback!
"Now, with most of the Guild taken...raped...back there in the pass, especially their Queen, Gem and the others remaining free have lost that psychic link, that reinforcement of their leadership and family-'membership' from above them in the hierarchy. And that 'feeling' is very important to Guild Elves, even if it was tenuous to begin with. Their confidence, courage, dedication to their mission has greatly declined, in turn, from losing that link. Gem will find it more and more difficult to lead us the closer to Asgard...or the farther from her Queen and Army, she goes. She knows, they all do, that she belongs back there, trying to free her Sisters and re-establish their linkage of free Guild Members.
"And, you must remember and believe me, Sir Roger: Gem and the others simply cannot face the Cocks of those two Aesirs without the courage and confidence that the Guild psychic link provides! It is that linkage with their Sisters that counters the...natural instinctive desire of Elves of all kinds to, willingly or not, submit to the glowing Cock of Loki or a Dark Lord! Without that linkage a Guild Elf becomes an especially easy fucktoy!
"Certainly you have noticed that, Sir Roger!"
Grimly, Roger nodded while staring straight ahead. He had been enjoying that 'influence' over Flare and the others for a couple weeks now. As is typical with his dealings with the 'opposite sex', there is alwasy a price to pay, a down side, to the sexual favors women, and now Elves, give him!
Those Elves never could resist him, so now they can't resist his enemies!
Figures!
"The intense sexual attraction and desire to sexually submit that the Cocks those two, and yourself, have, those hungers to sexually submit put into them by their 'father', Lord Loki, will be irresistible...uncontrollable to all free Guild Elves now. That means, amongst other things, that Gem has lost her gift of command. She will become paralyzed in a crisis. She has lost her confidence...her self-respect. Because the Loki Kai so easily defeated the Guild Elves, using the ultimate sex weapon, has made all Guild Elves to lose their self-respect as warriors. They feel, in losing their Sisters and Queen without, to their way of thinking, even participating in the battle, that they are cowards and therefore are not worthy of any future success as warriors. They do not believe that they deserve any fate other as a sex slave to a glowing Cock!
"That is why you must take command, and now! Gem and the others are in no condition to succeed in this Mission!"
"That is what Moonbeam said, just before we left," Roger replied, nodding in seemingly sudden understanding. For the first time since arriving in Lokin, he was not in the least bit thinking of sex as he looked at the naked Elves riding ahead of him.
Hermione did a double take. "She did?!" the Mage gasped. "Hmm, you should listen to Fairies, Sir Roger. Tradition has it that Loki planted certain bits of information, specifically important knowledge applicable in specific future times, in certain Fairies before he 'left'. Not in too many Fairies, and not much information, but it was written that each Fairy has specific knowledge that they are supposed to give to specific people at specific times with the implication that the knowledge would be critical to those particular individuals at that particular time.
"It sounds to me that Moonbeam had information for you! It is very possible that is why Moonbeam has been constantly reappearing around you through this journey. Fairies are loners and notoriously slutty females, and I doubt your...'equipment' by itself would be so attractive to her, as opposed to some Dwarfminer's or Dragon's organ, to alone keep her around you. That is, unless she recognized you as...as the next Loki!
"Yes! That could be it! She has been waiting all these eons to give the successor of Loki critical information...but only at the right time..."
Roger nodded thoughtfully. Made sense! At least, as much sense as anything did around here! Why that Fairy got the hots for his meat and not any others? Still nodding, he replied, "It looks like that I now have two females...ah...two friends..."
He nodded in salute to Hermione who broadly smiled back.
"Two female 'friends' have advised me...hell, damn near ordered me...to 'take command'!" He nodded ahead to the front riding Gem and her swaying bulging bubble butt. "What does that mean? Am I to take command from her? Can I take command from her?"
Of course Hermione just shrugged. "I don't know! The traditions are never that specific! All I can say is no one else is going to get you to where you need to go...into Rita's bedroom and belly...before Desiree or Moira can but yourself. The Elves, both the ones with you and Queen Thora's defeated army, have lost their confidence against both the Loki Kai and those two Loki-cocked Bitches! Maybe if you fuck Gem and Stryker in the butt again...But with Thora and their Sisters enslaved to Loki Cock, even that may not snap Gem out of her ill-confidence funk!"
Roger grimly smiled. The Mage's last words triggered an idea that had been bouncing around in his head as he had been watching Gem's buns bouncing on her mount's broad back. He looked over at Hermione, all seriousness on his face, "It sounds like you're saying that Gem shouldn't be taking us to Asgard."
Hermione looked at him a long moment, also with consummate seriousness, before abruptly smiling, "Maybe Loki planted some information in me? Is that what you're implying?"
Roger smiled back. "He didn't create you, nor me. But Humans are the product of an evolutionary process that produced a highly calculating, complex brain that functions on both conscious and unconscious levels. I'm thinking maybe your subconscious is trying to tell me something that your conscious mind can't," he answered. "She set us on the road to Asgard. Maybe that was enough. Maybe Gem has another mission, for the Guild...for her and her sisters, to perform rather than this one?"
Hermione just smiled. "I don't know. But I think...I feel...that you might be onto something!"
Now Roger stared at the stream some twenty feet away. He had been thinking about what Moonbeam, and Hermione had said, and how Gem and Stryker had acted.
Then he saw Flare slowly walking towards the stream.
By herself.
He had just taken a quick step towards that stream when Hermione walked up to him, "I've been going through the packs and found these with the uniforms that Gem and Stryker refused to wear when we left the battlefield."
Roger looked down at her hands and saw two new sets of Guild Elf field uniforms and...swords.
"Never can tell when someone...a couple of Guild Elves, perhaps, could use these?" she added with a knowing smile.
He took the swords and nodded to Hermione. "Just what I need...for a couple of Elves who lost theirs...honorably in battle." Then he abruptly handed them back. "Something I must do first..." he added.
Taking a sword, he cut his disguise at his waist, then tore it around. Pulling his top off, he bent over to cut the bottom part of the disguise. Then he looked at Hermione, his remaining clothing looking more like a kilt that ended just above the knees. "Well?" he asked her.
The Mage gave him a nod and a little smile. "You're no Brad Pitt, but you look heroic enough! Why?"
"A leader shouldn't hide behind a hooded disguise," he replied. "Especially when he's going to take command from a Guild Elf Commander!"
Then he looked to where Flare was washing her face in the stream. Handing the sword back to Hermione, he said, "But first I must...talk with...her."
"Why?" Hermione had suddenly lost her smile.
Roger looked back at Flare, fear suddenly across his face. "I...I...need to talk with her...about...about...some things..."
Concerned, the Schoolgirl Mage stepped closer and took his upper arm in a hand. "She's a Guild Elf, still! She will want to be with Gem! It's her duty!"
"I know!" Roger smiled grimly. "But I lost her once, and I can't go through that again! I..." he took a deep breath. "I...love her!"
"She's a Guild Elf!" Hermione came back in a sharper voice, aiming at greater, more penetrating clarity. "You know who she's dedicated to! Who she truly 'loves'! You, especially once you are Loki, can 'make love' to her, to any Elf, Guild or not, whenever you please..."
Roger smiled at her inadvertent joke. Suddenly the approach of the teenaged boy wet dream of becoming Loki and being able to fuck any of the lush, ball-bustingly beautiful fuck bunnies in this porn-world whenever he wanted had...lost...some of its luster. Maybe it was true...you want something as long as you don't have it.
Looking back at the Schoolgirl Mage with a wry smile, he replied, "Well, I'm sure I will put that...'gift' to work with a dedication to rival the original Loki, when the time comes. But, and I really can't explain it, Flare means something...more to me than a luscious piece of tail. And I don't want to lose her...especially her!"
Hermione sadly nodded back. "She is not Human! Elves don't love...not the way Human's do! It is discipline with them! Allegiance! She is not your...wife! She...cannot be your wife!"
Roger just stared at her a moment before carefully replying, "You are probably right. I don't really understand these Elves...not as well as I should in order to propose love to one. But...say I'm just a teenager with his first crush on a...Elf, this time! I can't help it! I won't be able to do this without her...with her with me!"
Sad, sincere tears suddenly formed in Hermione's eyes. "I'm sorry! Loki had no use for what you call 'love'. Flare will obey you, and serve you, and be completely happy serving under and...wrapped around you! But she simply has no idea of what Human 'love' is! Loki never gave her that! I'm so sorry!"
Roger nodded. "Thank you, but I have to try. I won't be able to...concentrate if she is not with me. I'll be right back..." Then he turned and made for the stream.
Harley Quinn step/stumbled into existence, immediately accompanied by a sun-bright flash signifying the collapse of her casting tunnel, into a megalomaniacally dimensioned room of stone block walls and hardwood floors and a towering, hewn-wood peaked ceiling/roof. For a long moment she gawked upwards and around, turning her equally impressively dimensioned body completely around while taking in the monstrously huge cathedral-like room.
Easily forty or more feet wide, at least four times that long, the ceiling, no doubt the inside of the peaked ancient wooden roof, easily was a hundred, or more, feet above her. In distinct Medieval style the only windows were just under the eaves of the roof, and ran around the top of all four walls.
She was so preoccupied with gawking upwards she failed to notice the furniture until she heard movement outside the nearest closed, oaken door. A quick glance around floor level betrayed, amongst many more mundane pieces of furniture, a ten foot by ten foot four poster bed, very disheveled, and a vertical box-like rack, equipped with manacles!
A bedroom? she thought, turning towards the noise emitting door. She hesitated just a count when her eyes caught the rack.
Suddenly the room became more...interesting to her.
Then the door opened, quite noisily, and a...Giant stepped in!
She was female, and tall, and...built! Skin the color of dark stone, she was a good foot taller than Harley. She wore only a straight skirt hung around her flaring hip bones and ending atop her feet.
Harley's gaze then held for a long count on the woman's chest, and the view, she recognized, 'stimulated' her 'lesbian tendencies' which were, admittedly, never far from beneath the surface of her..."eclectic"(some of her fellow professionals substituted "unstable")...consciousness. The towering woman was topless, and her 'top' was...perfect! She had a pair of huge...had to be in the 40's...tits that were perfect cones, capped with perfectly conical maroon nipples. As she strode into the room the boobs acted as if they were sculpted from stone... not so much as even a quiver with her long, powerful strides!
And one glance at those powerful strides, those full, smooth, potent thighs outlined in that skirt, definitely elicited a most feminine, melting reaction in the organs in her pelvis!
The woman strode right into the room as if she owned the place!
Which she probably did, Harley told herself, eyes still fixed on those pinup quality babyfeeders.
The 'woman' got halfway to Harley before she even noticed the jester-clothed Human. She immediately, then, came up short. "Well!" she said in a deep, potently feminine voice. She suddenly broke out in a distinctly...feral grin. "And who might you be...er, woman! You certainly look...Human! Especially in that...colorful outfit!"
Harley didn't like the inflection she put on the 'colorful' word. And she really didn't like that wolfish grin on her face! Too much like Puddin' when he came home after scoring a coup on Batman and wanted immediate and thorough oral 'service' from his 'court jester'!
And she especially didn't like that predatory leer accompanied by the muscles that that 'Woman' displayed on that physique! Harley was certainly no slouch, womanly-physique wise, but this bitch had to outweigh her by at least fifty...no, seventy pounds and it wasn't all in her tits! Harley quickly realized she'd better plan on using her wits against this...thing!
Presenting her best streetwise, overconfident front, she spoke right up, "Well, I am Human," Then she thrust her own impressive, bra-less sucksacks out through her thin costume, her suddenly stiff nipples jutting a good half inch, "and a woman! And my name is Harley Quinn! And you?"
The woman tilted her head up, almost like she was sniffing the air. "I see!" she said when she brought her face back down. "You have been cast here, eh? From Earth?"
Harley stared. What did she mean by "from Earth"? "Beverly Hills," she corrected.
The "woman's" grin just broadened...frighteningly, "I'll just bet you have no idea of where you are and how you got here, correct?"
Harley tried to maintain her own brave smirk, "That would be a good bet...er...Miss...?"
The 'woman' rose to her full hight, throwing her shoulders back, thrusting those...awesome tits straight out. "I am Moira! Consort to Dark Lord Chaos! You may address me as...Mistress!"
Harley gawked at the leering, towering woman. "This Bitch is even crazier than I am!" she finally admitted.
But Moira wasn't finished. "You're arrival is most fortuitous, My Dear! I must be departing soon for another...appointment. But My Lord Chaos should not be left without...'entertainment'! I have a use for you that I think a...Human woman will find most...full-filling!"
Then Harley's eyes dropped to where a bulge had suddenly appeared in the middle of the front of Moira's long skirt. A long, wide, feet long bulge that immediately began to jump out towards her.
Abruptly Harley Quinn got that "old feeling" from 'just like Puddin' running up her spine...
"OH! MISTRESS! YES! FUCK ME!" howled Cassiopeia from between her ankles. She was on her back, alongside the still unconscious...orgasm and butt-fucked unconscious...'Queen' Thora, her own ankles straddling those long, pointed Wood Elf ears, her knees planted into the cushion alongside her ribcage. Eyes like saucers, her delicious pierced-agony grimaced face, fangs bared ferociously, tossing mindlessly side to side to throw left over worms of her Mistress' first orally received orgasm from her pointed chin off to tackily smack and stick against Thora's magnificent jugs, the vampiric Wood Elf wailed and howled up at the imperiously sneering face of her Mistress who hovered atop her, driving her divine dick down mercilessly into Cassiopeia's offered up tail not unlike a transformed fantasy Vampirella enjoying her conquest and defilement of a formerly arrogant and self-assured, but now completely sexually overwhelmed, penile penetration defeated, and awesomely fuck broken Lara Croft.
"YES! USE ME! YOU HURT...HURT ME...SO GOOD! FUCK ME! I LOVE YOU, MISTRESS! I WORSHIP YOU...YOUR ORGAN! USE ME FOR YOUR PLEASURE, MISTRESS! USE ME...PLEASE!" Howled the cock possessed Wood Elf.
Leering down with a cruel, degrading smile that all too resembled Moira's when she enjoyed the torment of a sexually defeated enemy, Desiree rode the noisy Cassiopeia, holding the Elf's knees into the mattress to force her broad butt up to face her so, thrusting rhythmically and with inhumanly long, ruthlessly driving strokes, she could drive her 'Loki Cock' in smooth, rigid fifteen inch plunges far, far up the Wood Elf's openly presented ass. The Elf's belly bulged in time with their fucking, outlining the arm wide and long phallus as it stuffed Cassiopeia's tortured bowels and imposed upon the defenseless long eared female ever more mind numbing and will crushing, oh so painfully delicious colon-packing pleasure.
"This is what I have planned for Moira, that Bitch!" Desiree roared into the now glassy eyed, dropped jaw, 'on-the-very-edge-of-metaphysical-enslaving orgasm' Wood Elf grunting and humping in complete mind-fucked stupor beneath her. "I owe her this! And She is just the Bitch to enjoy it! Now cum, Elf slut! I command you to cum-for your Mistress!"
With an immediate gurgling moan, Cassiopeia at once obeyed...
Then Desiree moaned in turn. That Wood Elf's bowels collapsed tightly around her buried meat as soon as she came!
The friction! The velvety heat!
It was too much!
Eyes closing in utmost bliss, Desiree, without missing a stroke, tucked her face into the junction of Cassiopeia's neck and shoulder. "A little reward for your service to me, My Slut!" she then growled into the Wood Elf's pointed ear.
Then she opened her grinning mouth, exposing her own, longer, fangs...
Fangs 'borrowed' from Earthly pit vipers...
As those fangs gripped the thrashing Wood Elf by her throat, Desiree just kept stroking, good and deep, listening to her victim whimper and gasp as the Aesir enjoyed the rising, building, wet-velvety friction-pleasure of their sloppy, snug colon/cock union. Her divine dick swelled, filling with wadd as her fangs found the vampiric Wood Elf's Jugulars.
Just a few more strokes and she abruptly gripped Cassiopeia's ass in a frantically clutching hand and...
"AAAAAH!" went the Wood Elf as the first pint sized bolt of semantic-jelly flooded Cassiopeia's convulsing, sucking bowels.
"Ah!" went the wide open mouthed Aesir as her vein piercing fangs jetted a twin gush of glowing, half metaphysical/half albumin fluid into Cassiopeia's bloody vein.
"Growl!" when Cassiopeia's belly as the second, equally sized, spurt of gooey babystuff followed seconds later.
"Yes!" growled Desiree immediately after extracting her fangs while fiercely and possessively clutching the loudly whining, sensuously squirming, belly and bowel stuffed Cassiopeia tightly against her magnificently physiqued and massively cocked body, enjoying to the fullest the velvet-hot, all-too-feminine guts of the orgasm seized, sex-possessed Elf eagerly sucking vigorously on her spewing 'Loki Cock'. "It's good to have Wood Elves around!" she whispered into the madly convulsing cumsack doubled over under her. "They know their place when serving...under...their superiors!"
For long moments Desiree rested atop the Elf, keeping those slim Elven ankles up alongside Cassiopeia's tapered ears, listening smugly to Cassiopeia's cum flooded belly sing its gurgling song to her butt buried bone. Then, reluctantly but knowing she had dallied too long with these two pussies, she finally told herself that she had to make for Embla's army and Asgard.
Extracting her 'weapon' from Cassiopeia's clutching bowels was both time consuming and delicate. Every couple of inches of withdrawal was countered by the vacuum formed in her colon as her cockhead retreated. It necessitated regular and common halts. And that is not to mention how noisy the withdrawl was, especially when Desiree's fully swollen, fist sized glans managed to finally pop out through a shrieking Cassiopeia's hardly sufficiently stretched anus!
"I must go," Desiree, dressing in her only item of clothing, her ankle length, slit sided 'loin cloth' skirt, said down at the still convulsing, but at least open eyed, Wood Elf. "You remain here. Make sure Thora doesn't try to release the Guild Elves. And keep her...hot for me for when I return! I am afraid that I have seriously misjudged the recovery time of the Loki Kai, so they will not be of any help to you for some time yet. Therefore I have given you a little 'help'...a dose of Black Sex Magick in your blood to deal with any...visitors who escaped into the mountains who might return to try to free the Elves while I'm gone...gone getting 'some' from Thora's daughter! I will want to 'interrogate' any of the Elves who escaped, so display them properly...here in my Throne Room...You know: Naked, spread and in heat! I feel like I could fuck...by Loki, impregnate...every Guild Elf he created!
"And keep the 'Queen' hot for my return, also! I'm just thinking how...entertaining it would be to fuck...maybe even impregnate...both mother and daughter, Queen and Princess, at the same time!
"It will be good to become a God!"
Roger stepped up behind Flare just as she finished drying her face. Perhaps it was the gurgling of the stream, but she didn't react to him until he placed his hands on her shoulders.
Then she jumped and spun around, her eyes wide as saucers...
He suddenly realized that he had finally succeeded in approaching a Guild Elf, supernatural senses and reflexes and all, without her noticing!
Then he confirmed that it wasn't because of his suddenly improved skills at stealth that he had successfully slipped up behind her!
Her reddened eyes and the absence of her natural smile indicated she was highly distracted.
"M'Lord!?" she gasped when she recognized him, flashing him an abrupt, wide, and very plastic smile. Then she quickly saw his bare chest and her eyes widened further. With a little hiss her anime eyes wandered over his trunk, her gawk running slowly from his Elf eye level pectorals down towards his rippled abdominals and still narrow and firm waist.
Then she quickly continued down to stare openly at his groin, no doubt expecting a huge bulge.
But there wasn't one. Roger had no interest, for once, in sex...
"M'Lord?" she asked again, her voice showing confusion and...concern while maintaining her stare down at his distinctly flat...not tented...kilt. A few seconds more with no 'rise' showing out of him and she suddenly reached down and, without a word, seized his quite limp, though still quite huge and meaty, prick right through his kilt!
Roger winced as she squeezed him...most effectively. Desperately he fought down the reflexive hardening of his organ in her little but powerful, well educated grip. He was only partially successful.
But Flare noticed nonetheless that his prick only swelled slightly in-spite of her best milking handiwork. There was no, as was so common in the past when she boldly Elfhandled him, the sudden ballooning of that awesome and delightful man-sausage in her greedily grasping hand. The divine beast had not sprung up into her gorgeous face with her first handful sized grip of his spongy shaft.
Staring down at the barely covered and barely erect organ clutched in her hand, she spoke with disquiet in her voice, "M'Lord? You wish service from me? Suck? I...I know I've...My Lady Gem and I have been so...preoccupied...I would be honored to kneel before you and suck you! And I won't stop before...I'll swallow! All of you, I promise!"
Roger hooked her downward pointing chin in his index finger and raised her gaze up to his smiling face. "That is not what I had in mind, just now!"
Worry creased that eternally schoolgirl innocent and just as unfailingly lust-generating teenybopper face. In a soft, perfectly pitched voice designed to destroy any mere Male's cognitive abilities originating from his waist on up, she replied, "B-But...but you must be so distessed, M'Lord! I didn't have a chance to complete my service...my...blow-job from...before at the...Pass...the battleground..."
With the word 'Pass' he saw the tears well up in those hentai-quality eyes.
But, her voice in a rush, she denied the emotions those tears betrayed, "...I should finish my service to you! I want to serve you, M'Lord! Just don't let My...Lady Gem see me on my knees before you..." She finished with her knees bending as she started down.
Roger tightened his grip on her shoulders. "No!...Uh, later, ok? I need to...ah...talk with you first!"
"T...talk?" She looked up at him, sudden and very real worry on that lovely face.
Roger nodded. "I want you to...go with me!" he stumbled.
She nodded eagerly. "Yes, M'Lord! Wherever you wish! I have all the equipment now! You can share my bedroll this time! My Lady Gem will...um...understand...I hope!"
"Without Lady Gem!" Roger interrupted.
Flare's jaw dropped. "Without My Lady Gem!? But how? I must be with her! We have a mission to perform!"
Roger squared his shoulders. "The Mission is being changed. I am changing it!"
Flare stared up at him a long moment, shock and disbelief on her face. Then she gasped, "You are changing My Lady Gem's Mission? You...are not Lord Loki..." Her voice trailed off before she could finish the sentence with "...yet!"
Roger kept his smile, hoping to relax the Elf. "Yes. There are now two Missions to be accomplished. Our group here cannot do both together, so we will separate. I want you to go with me...to guide me to Asgard."
More tears as she shook her beautiful head. "But my duty is to My Lady...I cannot change without her...orders!"
Roger wrapped his arms around Flare's back, pulling her warm, lush body tightly against him. Their noses inches apart, close enough that he could smell the sweet cinnamon on her panting breath, he spoke into her distressed face softly yet firmly, like he was in one of those 'Sam Spade' detective movies of the 1940's, "Your duty is with me, now!" Then he crushed her with his best Hollywood Leading Man kiss.
Flare immediately melted into his arms, moulding herself to him, submissively opening her mouth the instant his tongue touched her lips. Suddenly it was weeks ago, by a log near a roaring fire with the gurgling of a stream in the background, stars brilliant overhead, and a naked nymph giving herself, all of her virginal (so to speak) flesh...willingly offering her schoolgirl charms to a towering, hung male to use and enjoy...
At least at first that was the sensation that enthralled Roger to Flare's kiss...
Then, before he could even realize it, the Guild Elf sexpot effortlessly, aggressively stole the kiss from him, conquering his male aggression and enslaving him to her feminine charms like it was his first sweet sixteen kiss...
Hours later, when they momentarily parted lips, he stood, like a schoolboy, staring wide eyed at the most deliciously, entrancingly smiling Elf. "I love you!" he gasped in near out of control, teenaged boy passion.
"Yes, M'Lord, I know!" she instantly replied, her smile addictive, her eyes now flashing. Then she popped up on her toes and captured his lips again. Her delicious, cinnamon flavored tongue drove past his teeth and down his gagging throat.
That did it! Instantly his prick swelled into urgent, demanding...downright heroic...erection to jerk up against her red hot and moist, barely covered snatch and begin a tattoo of frenzied, all too male drumbeats against that exquisite wet-pink girl slit.
But Roger kept his hands around her svelte, powerful back. He resisted with all his will the natural male urge to grip those perfect Elf ass meat-loaves and haul the wonderful fuck bunny around his jumping, steel-erect man-pole.
Finally, with the withdrawal of her enslaving tongue, he managed, with his last bit of wilting Male will, to break her near overpowering kiss. "I love you, Flare!" was all he could pant down at her glowing face.
"Uh, yes, M'Lord?!" she replied uncertainly.
"Do you...love me, Flare?" Roger finally managed the courage to gasp out.
The puzzled look on her face creased deeper. "I...do not...understand? I am yours, M'Lord! I will serve you in anyway my body can! I will sleep with you...sleep and serve under you...and journey with you anywhere for any length of time, and fight for you when you need or command! Is that not 'love'?"
Roger wasn't sure anymore. Those damn kisses were so...confusing! He decided to ask the ultimate question of the Elf. "And Lady Gem?"
In the most matter-of-fact voice, Flare replied, "She is My Lady! She is...who I must serve...when you are not commanding me! She, and my Sisters, are who I belong to...belong with...when you do not need me, of course!"
Roger's heart sank. "If it wasn't for my...Cock, you would be with Gem? Would that be your choice?"
"Naturally! I am dedicated to your Cock, M'Lord! It feels so wonderful when you put it inside me! It is so good inside me that I just must service It, whenever It erects up into my face!" She gave the base of his now furiously hard bone a squeeze. Then she squared her shoulders (which thrust her impressive babyfeeders, and pebbly hard nipples, right into HIS face!). "But I am Guild! I worship your Loki Cock, and I obey...willingly...your desires because of it. It is my duty, and great pleasure, servicing you. I enjoy greatly sucking and fucking under you, M'Lord!
"But I belong to the Guild! I belong with my Guild Sisters, especially My Lady Gem! My greatest joy is to be with my Sisters, doing those...things...you saw us do on the trail... My greatest joy, that is, provided you do not require my body, of course!"
In a panic, Roger stupidly thought that jealousy might sway the Guild Elf. "I have fucked your Lady Gem, you know! I made her submit to me, and beg me to bury my Cock into her tight ass! I watched her explode in orgasm, shrieking under me for more hard fucking before I covered her face with cum and watched her lick it off! Does that...disturb you?"
Flare replied with the sincere, serene smile of innocent selflessness. "Of course not, M'Lord! That is what all Guild Elves strive for since Lord Loki created us! You have Loki's Cock, thus we service you...it is our honor to do so! You may cum on my face, or any of my Sisters' faces, whenever you desire. I would like it if you got their permission first, but you have my permission to...'spooge' my face, is that the right term?, whenever you like! And I am so pleased that My Lady Gem finally was able to enjoy what I have been enjoying all these weeks! You know, she told me before we left Asgard on this Mission that she wanted, oh so very much, to have you mount her! It was just that, as Commander, she feared losing her 'Voice' of command if she submitted to your lusts in front of her troops! Now, why do you think I should be angered at your gift to My Lady Gem?"
His house of illusionary cards came crashing down around his futilely throbbing god-cock. Hermione had been right! These divine fuck puppies were not made for loving Loki...or any other Man! They existed just to...entertain the all-too-male divine degenerate!
And the bastard knew how to make sure no other 'god' would ever take these sweet things from him!
"You are lesbians, after all?" he mumbled in utter male resignation.
Flare gave him a momentary "Well, Duh?!" look, then smirked broadly in momentary, thought distinct, feminine triumph. "I don't recall you objecting when Hermione and I sex wrestled two nights ago and I lost...and I chose to lose mainly for YOUR recreation, if I recall...M'Lord!"
Roger just nodded and sheepishly grinned. It wasn't like he hadn't been warned enough, by more than one Human female, about these dyke Elves! He should have known better! No Guild Elf would have lost a 'sex wrestling' match willingly to a young Human girl like Hermione! Not without an alterial motive!
At least he knew where he stood!
"Well," he thought as he nonchalantly dropped a hand to openly and dominantly grope Flare's meaty and magnificent double-bun ass, "love isn't everything! Sometimes just a hentai quality, high school junior calibur firm bubblebutt to unload into in the foggy, quiet morning is enough!"
Having a world of religiously submissive petite 'habit-less' sex-nuns, each instinctively and supremely talented and completely dedicated to your service (certainly the service of one particular part of you!), and each one of them a teenaged wet dream, Disney-delicious fuck bunny, must qualify for lease-rights to a large section of any Man's Nirvana!
Then Roger's 'Deep Thought' mind clamped down on the core question that has plagued Mankind through the ages: With a world of fuck-mad sextoys, does a guy REALLY need "love"?
But before he could formulate the all-important solution to the ageless problem, the sweet cock obsessed lesbian before him reduced his brain to boiling, white hot mush...
Flare had dropped his kilt to the ground and started wringing out his throbbing, rock hard dick...expertly.
At once his heavy thought processes vanished in a flash of white hot, pure manly lust.
With worms of precum hanging and swinging from the knuckles of her twisting, jacking hands, she flashed an impish, 'like I am totally in control now, you know?' smile up at his grimacing face. "Can I suck you now, M'Lord?" she whined in her best bratty little sexpot voice. "I WANT to, so much! I want to swallow your holy organ and drink your divine extract!"
Roger gasped as the totally preoccupying pleasure sensations roared through him, and he almost impulsively and rudely pushed her down to her knees. But something, maybe it was the Brisingamen in his kilt's pocket, stopped him. Dropping his hands from the jackoff queen's shoulders, he managed to gasp out through his seriously constricted throat, "Later, Baby! I've got to talk with...Gem!"
But Flare just giggled...
Giggled!
And, completely on her own, she started down to her knees, her greedy eyes fixed on his wildly throbbing, totally helpless, manslime dripping glans! With her knees halfway to the soft, grassy ground, she added, "I want all of you, M'Lord! I will empty you...so My Lady Gem won't have any to suck out of you when you see her! Now cum...for ME!"
Wide eyed himself, Roger watched as, just before her knees hit the ground, she opened her mouth-WIDE! Then his entire glans, fist sized and all, was engulfed.
"Oh! BABY!" Roger nearly screamed as the fiery moist heat claimed him. Consciously he felt his knees lock. Unconsciously he grabbed the Elf by the back of her cockhead filled head.
Then Flare's wicked talons gripped his softball sized eggs and pulled them towards her!
Hard!
And, like a new puppy on a lease, Roger's hips were pulled, by the Elf's no-nonsense permitted grip on his testicles, right towards her!
And Flare began sliding his meat down her grasping, gagging throat...