Victoria, alternately whining like a whipped dog...or a thoroughly fucked Elf...while involuntary grunting the deep belly moans of 'Daddy allegiance' warping orgasm of a 'sweet sixteen' teen girl freshly mounted in the dimly lit alley behind her Daddy's garage by the stud from down the street, slowly sank to her weakened knees, her sweaty and flushed flesh of her tit jutting chest, her loudly growling, and now pregnant looking, cum swollen belly, her reddened, tear stained left cheek; and the flat palms of her sweat soaked hands, with their desperately rock-face clutching fingernails, all sliding nearly frictionlessly down against the rough, iron-hard and cruelly cold surface of the boulder-side. The boulder-side that had just been the site of her latest 'education' as to her proper, and new, position in Lokin.
Desiree leered down at the quivering, glassy-eyed Elf prostrate at her spread feet with a nearly insanely triumphant face, her teeth clenched, eyes bulging, nostrils flared. Breathing hard and fast through those nostrils, she planted her hands on her wide, naked hips, stiff legs spread wide, and watched her furiously erect eighteen inch Elf-breaker stiffly bob up and down over the now kneeling, fuck-broken Elf's out-thrust butt. Her ever-erect sex-battle mace continued to plop long, tacky, pencil thick ropes of left over coiled semen down upon the stretched, sweaty flesh of the utterly defeated Victoria's visibly quivering ass-loaves.
Asscheeks parted by a fist sized oval hole between them...a hole located right over the Elf's formerly near invisible anus...
Desiree felt great!
Like she already was a God...er, Goddess!
The power that surged through her!
And the lust and the...indescribable urge to dominate these...these...little, weak...receptive!... females all around her! She felt that she could...fuck...enslave these little..."playthings"...any one of them!...for all eternity!
This must be what Loki felt!
What a God must feel!
Then Desiree looked over at Cassandra...Batgirl...still sitting naked on her firm, round, teenaged athletic butt but at least now with a wide eyed gawk at the Aesir's Divine Dong drooling and flexing over the overpowered Victoria's full and round nether charms.
The girl's silent white eyed stare betrayed a half terrorized/half fascinated expression at what she had just witnessed alongside her: Of the horror of the anal violation/rape that Desiree had effortlessly and brutally performed on a helpless, but eventually and inevitably oh-so-orgasmically willing Victoria...and Batgirl's own ever rising...while certainly unbidden nonetheless quite irresistible...cravings for the same horrible/intoxicating use of her by that jutting organ!
To Batgirl, Victoria had eventually acted...convincingly...that the anal assault upon her had been the most gratifying of experiences. She appeared to confirm that, to the Elf, the most femininely fulfilling act in her existence had been to stand submissively against the rock wall, present her superhumanly full and luscious tail up to Desiree, and accept every wrist thick inch, repeatedly, fully up her butt!
Cassandra couldn't believe she could take so much...manhood up that little...opening!
And how the poor Elf screamed!
And tore at the impervious rock with her claws.
And how her taut, Elven belly swelled with each of Desiree's furious strokes balls deep into her!
Cassandra was certain that she was going insane! Never had she ever imagined that being raped (anally so no less!) could become so...pleasurable, so...fulfilling to any female! Yet the formally self assured and dominate Victoria had been reduced to shrieking orgasm...multiple anal orgasm, in just minutes!
And it apparently was no different with her! This beast, beautiful and...'attractive'...as she looked, had no difficulty in pinning her to the very same rock wall and...'fucking'...her into bliss with that ridiculously dimensioned penis! Now, as Batgirl stared up at that horrible/fascinating sex weapon with Desiree's first massive load still drooling out her distended vaginal opening, she could still feel the powerful, frightening, and delicious waves of lust...intense lust for that terrible cock...surge through her in ever increasing intensity! It was as if the very semen forced into her was surging now through her veins, arousing her mind and body like a drug! A merciless, dominating opiate of sexual arousal and need...need for that insane male organ jutting feet out from this giantess' otherwise quite feminine hips!
And all she could do when she saw that...that...PRICK was pant for it!
Desiree smiled and nodded her head in understanding. That strange, but...entertaining Human was finally realizing what her Divine Organ, and the Drow poisons put into her semen, could do to her...for her! Humans were not that much different than Elves, after all!
The more of those poisons entered her blood, the more...enslaved this 'Bat...girl' became to Desiree's organ! The more she would crave...need the gut spreading penetration of Desiree's delicious Cock!
No longer Loki's Cock!
Desiree's Cock!
Then the Aesir heard a rock break loose to her side!
Spinning, throwing a two foot long strand of precum in a great arch over her prostrate victims as she did so, Desiree turned to face...
Embla! The Queen of the Drow!
She was slowly climbing up to the boulder-top, a self-satisfied smile on her beautiful shiny-black face as she concentrated on wiping off tons of dripping, coagulated maroon colored 'gunk' from her curved sword blade.
Ork guts, no doubt, Desiree thought, in equal satisfaction. The 'remains' of Moira's Orc Army? Maybe even of Moira?
The Drow Queen, nearly naked, nonchalantly cleaning her weapon, continued up to the boulder-top. Her midriff length vest's cords had been loosened or cut, and the entire inner hemisphere's of her anthric tits, as firm, smooth, and taut as a Guild Elf's, quivered stiffly and rapidly as she strode. Embla's dark maroon nipples, aureoles as round and broad as a business suit button, would rhythmically pop into view as the loose front of her battle vest moved towards and then outward of her mid-line with her strides. Her nipples were quite invisible, of the same color and buried in the middle of her aureoles, only betraying their pebble hard nature by momentarily catching the vest's edge as it swept in and out over her chest's vividly jutting suck-cones.
Her fully exposed, junior high cheerleader tight waist...smoothly flat from the bottom of her ribs to the peak of her hip bones... shone with sweat, making her smooth, firm black flesh glisten like it was a Greek statue. Her battle-kilt, composed of flat strips of metal laid out in a 'picket fence' and hung from a belt around the top of her flaring hip bones, only extended half way down her Elf-typically short, but also Elf-typically perfectly formed, thighs. But the slats parted readily for those thighs as the Queen strode, and Desiree had no difficulty observing the powerful fullness and the shiny black smoothness of Drow thigh enclosing flesh right up to Embla's loins...unencumbered, as was typical for the Drow in battle, by any form of underwear...
Embla abruptly halted her ascent, her smug self-satisfied smirk dropping into a hissing grimace, as she finally noticed her 'Goddess' standing naked and divinely erect before and above her.
Desiree, hands on hips, long, stiff, powerful legs spread wide, drooling cock bobbing eagerly, glared down upon her 'partner' with a toothy grin. She could see, behind and below Embla, on the ground below, the victorious Drow troops, formally cleaning their own weapons with a smug satisfaction that had mimicked Embla's but now too gawking up, eyes anime-like, round and white, jaws dropped, at what arched out over their cock-staring Queen.
"You were victorious! My congratulations to you!" Desiree roared like a god.
Not a few Drow below could be seen shuddering in barely repressed sexual rapture, just from the potency of her voice.
Embla managed to close her gaping mouth, then nod.
Desiree fixed her reddish gaze on the Queen's own gaping eyes. "And Moira? Is she...?"
After a swallow, Embla replied, "She has escaped, Desiree..." she instantly hesitated when that...organ jumped dramatically with the word 'Desiree' and, as it settled down, a snake-long and thick bolt of coiled nutbutter slid greasily out the tip to splat loudly upon the rock surface below..."Mistress..." Embla quickly corrected, "Moira was seen entering Alfheim from the NorthWest Gate..."
"That is indeed...unfortunate!" Desiree replied in barely repressed fury. Then she focused her glowing red orbs on Embla's.
The Drow Queen shuddered as lust flooded her.
A long, tense moment passed as the Drow Queen quivered, small and overawed, before Desiree abruptly broke out in a broad, toothy grin. A feral grin of a predator about to pounce...
"It does not matter, now," Desiree replied softly, red eyes fixed on Embla's 'Deer-caught-in-the-glare-of-headlights' gawk. Her divine dong began bobbing again. "What matters now is your...reward!"
Embla's wide and white eyes dropped to Desiree's cockhead as another multiple-ounce sized dollop of cum slid greasily out her slit to swing tackily to and fro, like a hypnotist's swinging watch. Embla's eyes slavishly followed its every swing for a good minute.
When that feet long coiled strand of mangunk finally broke loose to crash to the rock below, the Drow looked back up at the Aesir's red eyes with a start. "No!" she gasped. "Not here! Not now! Not in-front of my troops! We must be alone..."
Desiree just chuckled. "Especially before your troops, My 'Queen'! I want them to see...to know!...who their God, and Daddy, is!"
Embla's Royal shoulders stiffened. "No, Mistress! I cannot!"
Desiree's smirk just broadened. Then her already glowing red eyes flashed.
A wail echoed over the boulder wall and the ground below. Drow on the meadow at the foot of the boulder wall cried out as one, not a few dropping to their knees, clasping folding hands desperately to boiling loins in near orgasmic crisis.
As one Victoria and Cassandra physically jerked, then moaned pitifully as their nipples, and Victoria's huge clit, exploded in swelling lust. Batgirl's flat, smooth belly heaved wildly for a good thirty seconds before she could regain control.
Embla simply jerked, and her jaw dropped as her eyes remained locked on glowing red Aesir eyes. Then, as her panting picked up, long, viscous strands of clear fluid began dripping down between her wide spread thighs. Seconds later waves of the clear pussy fluid could be easily seen running like vertical breakers down the inside of both her full, smooth, well parted thighs.
Desiree smirked. It's good being a God! "You ready to serve your God now, Drow?" she called out loud enough for the Drow whining below to hear clearly.
"Fuck me, Mistress!" suddenly whined from Desiree's right! Looking, Desiree saw the "bat-girl", Cassandra, with arms outstretched and eyes locked on the Aesir's drooling godcock, plead again...
"Please! I can't stand it! Do me...Please?!...Do...fuck...me! PLEASE?!" Batgirl pleaded in her best spoiled little rich schoolgirl whine.
Then Victoria, clutching her steely hard, throbbing clit in both hands, chorused in, "Oh, me first, My Mistress! I'm yours! Whatever you want...I'll betray Moira, that Bitch! Whatever you ask of me, I'll do. Just give me your wondrous boon between my cheeks!"
"I am sorry, I truly am," Desiree replied to the grimacing Wood Elf. "But I have no more...uses...for you..." she glanced at a sweating, pussy-juice pissing Drow Queen, "for now! I have others to...use!" She turned back to the whining pair of fuckpuppies. "But I will keep you for later...You two have...talents...that can be 'entertaining' later..."
Then, with a nonchalant wave of her right hand, the two whining females disappeared in a brilliant flash of light.
"Now, we are alone, My 'Queen'!" Desiree replied, glancing over Embla's shoulder at the milling army of sexually agitated Drow below. She opened her arms to the quivering Embla, "Come to me! Come to me for your reward!" Her cock began to bob eagerly like a jumping puppy hearing its master open a can of dog-food.
Eyes unable to break from the Aesir's vermillion vision, Embla managed to gasp out, "No! My...troops...below...will see!"
"Come to me, Drow!" Desiree roared. Wrapping her hand around her monstrous prick, her long digits reaching hardly half way around its circumference, she stroked her organ.
Tons of babystuff poured out to congeal, veritably coagulating on the hot, iron rich rock of the boulder like actual eggwhite.
Watching the cum pour out with white and hungry eyes seemed to physically strike the Drow Queen, and Embla gave out with an abruptly loud, desperate moan. Even before the guttural moan was ended, Embla stepped forward.
As Embla closed Desiree's smirk broadened as she watched the Drow troops below gawk in mixed lust and horror as their Queen capitulated.
Once Embla was within reach the Aesir crudely pulled the loose vest off over Embla's head, then ripped her kilt's belt. With a raucous metallic clang her armored kilt dropped to the rock.
Desiree took a moment to admire the smooth, shiny black skinned nude body. Lean, muscular, full where it mattered on a female, sleek elsewhere, Embla looked made for hard, rutting...sex.
And more than prepared to perform such...Her maroon nipples were as hard as the iron rich rock they stood upon, nearly an inch long in their furious arousal. Her hairless labia hung, soft, wrinkled and fiery red, like those of a Guild Elf after a hard afternoon of riding bareback and naked upon the smooth, furry/hard backs of their hot, masculine steeds... Streams of shiny-clear pussy-juice ran in waves down the inside of her smooth thighs and dribbled off those floppy lips like rainwater off of forest leaves as the overawed Drow helplessly stood, entranced by the bobbing pole jutting into her face.
"Loki sure knew how to make females!" Desiree told herself as she admired the naked, panting, cock staring Drow before her.
Then she reached out for Embla. "Let's make a baby, Drow!" she growled, wrapping her hands around Embla's tiny waist.
"No!" the Drow Queen could only gasp as she was lifted up until the Aesir's red eyes were studying her floppy, maroon-red and dripping wet labia. She supported herself with her hands on the steely hard shoulders of the godlike Aesir. Closing her eyes and slowly shaking her head in consummate humiliation at the view her troops were getting of her held up, ass even with the Aesir's head, as she was inspected, Embla was mortally mortified.
Then Desiree switched her hand grips to Embla's wide spread thighs. "I should be well lubricated before I breach such a tight and eager orifice, don't you think, My Dear? Fortunately you have provided ample amounts for our use!" Then she hauled the head shaking Drow down until her soaked loins pressed tightly against the towering sexpole.
With a vivid hiss Embla felt her dripping thighs near-instinctively wrap around the arm thick pole.
It was so hot!
Especially against her twat!
Then Desiree lifted the Drow, still wrapped around her prick, until the Drow's bulging and bald mons veneris touched the crown of her cockhead. Immediately she pulled the Queen back down, while twisting her loins around the brutally wide shaft of the prick.
Thus she thoroughly lubricated her organ with Drow pussy juice.
The Queen's pussy juice.
Within one stroke up and then down, Embla's clit was throbbing wildly and the Queen's thighs were strongly, and eagerly, hugging that wide slab of cockmeat.
The moan she quite involuntarily gave out the second time her mound slapped against Desiree's cockhead's crown brought another arrogant smirk to the Aesir's beautiful, cold face.
"Feel good, My Drow?" she smirked down at the sweating, open mouthed and wide eyed face of Queen Embla.
The Queen could only gnaw on her lower lip like a schoolgirl after school undergoing her very first male hand plunging imperiously down the front of her virginal, and extremely low cut, white cotton panties.
Then the Aesir lifted her up past the brutally wide cockhead and planted the Drow Queen's dripping slit upon the tip of the dramatically tapered glans.
Sitting on that cock, Embla's eyes popped wide open as her pussy dutifully spread, wide, and a good half of the cone shaped glans was enveloped by Drow twat. She frantically shook her head as Desiree hooked her upraised legs in her arms and filled her hands with rock hard Drow butt-loaf.
"No! Please! I can't...it won't...not in-front of my troops...Please!" Embla pleaded hysterically.
And futilely as Desiree, chuckling down at the sweat tossing, head shaking Drow Queen, sank her long talons into Drow assmeat and pulled powerfully down.
"Ah!" cried Embla as another two inches of murderously wide glans disappeared into her. "Please!" she shrieked.
Rotating the impaled Drow around her nearly swallowed cockhead, Desiree looked over at Embla's troops below. Nearly everyone of them had at least one hand buried under their battle kilts. Most looked to be frigging themselves madly.
Good!
One more tug down on her cheeks and, with a quite audible 'pop!', accompanied by an ear splitting shriek of pussy rending penetration, and Desiree's cockhead was visible no more. The Aesir closed her eyes momentarily as deliciously snug, hot, and velvety wet pleasure encompassed her newly Drow swallowed cockhead.
Damn, but Drow were tight!
Desiree grimaced down at the wide eyed Queen in her hands. "Let's let your troops see how their Queen 'fulfills' agreements!" Then she moved her hands back to Embla's upturned thighs.
She didn't even give the frantic Drow the time to whine her protest before rotating her upon that perfectly lubricated cockhead until she faced away from the Aesir...
...and towards her gawking troops!
"OOOOOOO!" went the Queen as the fabulous pleasure of cockhead flesh buffed by snug and velvety vaginal lining seized her.
Pressing the Drow's smooth back against her jutting tits and ribbed belly, Desiree husked into Embla's right ear, "Now, we consummate our 'relationship', My Drow! Show your troops what they will be doing soon enough, once I am your Goddess!"
Then Embla was howling, at the top of her voice, as she sank down around that arm thick pole, her flat, smooth, powerful belly swelling, outlining the massive prick surging up her. When her cervix momentarily stopped its insane impalement of the Drow, something flashed in Embla's sex-cooked brain. Her wide open and white eyes glowed like flashlights! It was as if her eyes, when they popped open in utter shock and monstrous pleasure, were mimicking a Guild Elf's under divine orgasm.
Desiree chuckled demeaningly into Embla's sharply pointed right ear as the Aesir ground that imperfect barrier...that yielding womb opening down on her demanding cockhead tip, feeling it give way...slowly, steadily, but relentlessly surrendering to the Aesir's monstrous cock.
Embla could only think of how similar the bliss of submitting to that prick was to her long past service to...her God. So much as she remembered servicing Lord Loki's organ oh so long ago! Only Desiree had a hard, brittle streak in her 'love making'. A needlessly dominating technique. She didn't have to force Embla to sit on that prick! Any Drow would very willingly service, in any way physically possible, that cock! All Desiree needed to do was thrust it into their exotic, beautiful faces! It was almost as if Embla had been in her way and now Desiree had the black skinned female Elf in her power and was going to exact her just revenge. 'Get even with the Bitch!'
Then, abruptly, the Queen's glowing eyes rolled up and, with a purely animal howl from her victim, Desiree forced the Drow into mind smothering orgasm. Embla's magnificent little body wildly jerked and convulsed upon the unyielding, merciless prick wedging her cervix apart, babbling and shrieking as pleasure she had not felt in thousands of years surged through her.
Possessing her.
Breaking her Royal will.
Enslaving her to huge holy Cock!
Which was exactly what Desiree had in mind. She wanted no 'freethinkers' behind her when she entered Asgard! Embla had reservations about her great Quest for Godhood, and Desiree wasn't about to tolerate even that little bit of doubt. But, once Embla had been suitably broken and addicted her her semen, not to mention carrying Desiree's child, the Queen would be more compliant.
Much more cooperative!
When Embla's cervix finally, inevitably, gave way and her womb filled with cockhead, bulging her black belly like she had swallowed a melon, the Drow Queen finally stopped thrashing. Desiree gave out a "AAAAH!" of satisfaction at the Drow's stuffed womb tightened around her cockhead, lovingly sucking on the throbbing hooded bulb.
When the Queen this time came down from her orgasmic stupor, her attitude was...different. Looking up over her shoulder at the transsexual beast filling her, her face a mask of mad bliss and totally amoral pleasure, her eyes emitting an afterglow just passed, divine orgasm, she growled out, "Ungh! Thou art God! Ah! My God! Ungh! OOOOOO! Use me, My Lord and Mistress! You're so...grunt!...good! AH! Use me! Give me your holy child! Ungh! Please!"
"In front of your troops?" Desiree grinned in reply.
"Fuck them!" Embla shot back, squeezing that huge organ with her potent pussy muscles, trying to goad her impaler on into a dynamic, impregnating fuck.
"I will!" Desiree came right back while dropping her head. Then she kissed her Drow, shooting over a foot of slimy tongue instantly down Embla's quickly compliant throat as she flexed her Drow Queen belly buried meat, creating a series of dramatic, energetic jerks in the physically perfect Drow body as Embla was forced to helplessly, mindlessly explode in outrageous orgasm with each perfectly timed flex of godcock inside her.
When the triumphant Aesir started up a hard and merciless fuck, raising the convulsing, thrashing, multi-orgasmic Embla, then letting her drop until the tip of godlike Aesir cockhead blew aside Drow cervix and smashed into Embla's womb's roof, and then repeating the move, over and over, and the Drow Queen screamed into the mouth covering hers with each mind crushing wave of consummate bliss generated by cockhead/womb contact, the troops below started up a high pitched chorus of awed feminine emotion and desire, "OOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Roger, Flare, and Hermione, after three hours of furious riding, managed to enter Asgard through the East gate. Roger considered themselves very fortunate to be able to do so, for through the last hour of riding, including Hermione's spell casting to open the thirty foot high, fifteen foot wide, iron plate and bolt reinforced foot thick hard oak doors of the gate, the sounds of wild, vicious, and very medieval battle bathed them with tense urgency. From the Gate no one could make out the protagonists to the North. The battle seemed to be entirely before the wide and tall North Wall of Asgard, the tallest and thickest part of the city's primary defense, and therefore quite well hidden from their view. All that could be seen from Roger's viewpoint at the towering, now wide open Gate were clouds of dust and the rapid and raucous sounds of very metallic weapons striking each other. The only voices he could make out were either Orc or Loki-kai. Obviously one, but which no one could tell which.
And there were no hints as to whether they were cries of victory or defeat...
Flare thought she could make out the sounds that Drow blades made slicing along the harder, more brittle steel blades of Topdweller's. I was a common tactic of Drow on the surface, to use the topdweller's tendency to stab or thrust out a sword or lance at their opponent. With their poisoned blades the Drow just had to cut...
Sliding their shorter, less broad and more narrow blade up that of an out-thrust long sword's to just nick the top of the hand, where the armored glove bared the skin so it could breathe, was enough to bring unconsciousness or death, depending on the Drow's attitude towards her opponent and thus which poison on her blade.
Against Orcs the Drow had some horrible deaths they could choose from.
Well, Roger surmised as Hermione motioned him into the city, at least those Orcs/Loki kai were not swarming over us, he could thank the Drow for that.
Just inside the abandoned Gates the road bifurcated. To the left the road went South, into the City proper. But Hermione matter-of-factly took the, usual for her, right hand road that led immediately into the towering Castle of Asgard, Headquarters and Home of the Guild.
Entering towering oaken doors not an inch shorter that the iron reinforced doors of the Eastern Gate, Roger swore he was entering Disneyland...a real one.
They entered a "room" that had to match, in size, the biggest cathedrals back on Earth. It gave the impression of being seriously narrow, even though Roger estimated the opposite wall, where a tapestry hung empty doorway could be seen, was a good two hundred feet away. It was just when he looked up...
He had never realized before that you could get dizzy looking up at a roof so high above your head...
The height from the underside of the peaked roof of the place to its floor had to be nearly twice its width! Even with windows at the tops of the two walls admitting light, and what appeared to be glowing globes jutting out half way down the two walls, he swore he could make out wisps of clouds up there!
"There are two entrances from Jotunheim, each set at the end of the North Wall of Asgard, The Northeast door and the Northwest door. At the far end of this hall is the Northeast door..."
Roger strained, but he could make out nothing in the gloom at the North end of the room. Just wispy fog, barely visible.
"The North Wall is 320 meters from where you are standing." Hermione continued her guided tour of the Guild home. "Set in that wall is the NorthEast Gate. Over there..." She turned completely around and pointed at the open, save for a hung tapestry, door in the opposing wall. "...is an identical room through that door and across a long, somewhat narrow garden. There have been times when Our Queen, for the benefit of Alfheim and the Guild, would meet with various Dark Lords and/or their Aesirs. The rooms have such high ceilings to make these dark dwelling creatures 'feel at home'. The light is less harsh and sharp down here on the floor with the windows set so high. Dark Lords have an..." the topless teenaged Mage hesitated, looking for the correct word, "...obsession with high places and a requirement for dim light..."
Roger, trying to keep his jaw-dropped mouth closed as his twisting upturned head gaped around, nodded to the Elf. "Are those clouds up there?" he suddenly asked, feeling like a schoolboy in a NASA tour.
That's when Hermione frowned. "No, of course not..." Then she gasped, "You are right, Sir Roger! Not clouds, but...This is bad!"
"What? Bad? What do you mean, BAD?" Roger gasped back when he saw Flare nod her suddenly frowning head. Her hand rested ominously on the hilt of her...quite dangerous sword.
"There is a dampening field around the Castle..." Hermione quickly began while looking down the huge hall with utmost concern creasing her delicious schoolgirl face.
Roger did a double take at the Mage, for once ignoring her teenage firm and perfect jutting baby feeders. "What!? 'Dampening Fields?' How 'Star Trek'! I thought this was a medieval culture that didn't have control over electricity and gravity, better yet something as advanced as impulse-I mean-fusion power?"
"No, Sir Roger!" Hermione replied with a frown. Her handful of paired teen titties quivered delightfully for a moment, relentlessly catching Roger's eye.
But just for a moment.
"It is Magic! That is what rules here! Loki's magic, or whatever you might call it, made this city and keeps it running! That includes its defenses!" She hesitated a count, as if deciding something, before quickly going on, "And with Him gone there has been no one who can control or alter that Magic spell! Every Mage Mistress has tried, one time or another, over the last three thousand years. All have failed to effect or alter the Magic Loki left running this place."
Roger smiled. So that's why these fuck bunnies have been so nice to me?! "So now its my turn to try?" Roger replied. "You need me to run this place?" He added, blatantly leering at the Mage's openly displayed chest-hung feminine charms.
Hermione blushed while nodding. But she DIDN'T cover her anime schoolgirl quality, perfectly conical suck sacks. "It is true. We need you to become our God in order to manipulate Loki's Magic. No one can leave a casting, a spell for three thousand years without the Dark Lords or evil Mages like Desiree trying to...to..." Again she hesitated, searching for a proper descriptive word.
"Hack it?" Roger suggested.
Hermione nodded eagerly. "You have the idea! You are our last hope, according to Myth. But I am afraid that now it could be Desiree, or even Moira...whoever has the desire...the will to power...whoever has the magical power needed to fight the Dampening Field. I know those two already have the craving to possess and use the Guild and other Elves...to use our bodies... I am afraid that is why they come here, into the Castle of Asgard, in spite of the energy cost of resisting the protective spell Loki put on this place thousands of years ago..."
"Spell?" Roger jumped in. "What spell? You mean that 'Dampening Field'? What does it do?"
Exasperated at his appalling ignorance, Hermione looked at Flare, who quickly nodded in return.
Roger suddenly felt a lesbian conspiracy building around him.
"Look!" Hermione said in a...quieter tone. Stepping closer to him, she nearly whispered, "Look! This is a secret known only to the Guild..."
Then she looked down at her feet a moment. When she looked back up her face was crimson. "And those Mages who have gained the...confidence...the trust of Guild Elf Officers..."
Roger suddenly grinned. "You mean you fucked them? Who? Was it Gem?"
"OOOH!" Hermione clenched her fists. "MEN!" she cursed, nearly turning away from the grinning ape before her.
And finally Flare acted, punching him, hard, on his shoulder. When he looked at the Elf, he thought he had never seen her so mad!
"Ok! Ok! All seriousness from now on!" Roger conceded. "You can't blame a guy, now can you? But, you gotta answer just one question! Was it Gem?!"
Hermione quivered in stiff anger as she spun back to face him, throwing daggers with her eyes as she stared at him. Then, with an exhalation that sounded so much like "Damn you, MAN!", she nodded.
"Yes, it was Gem..."
"Oh, wow!" Roger gasped, his eyes going blank as his mind's eye went porn. Gem and Hermione! "Did she fist..."
Flare hit him again, even harder.
Hermione squealed in her anger. "Oh! She used her tongue, you stupid...single minded...short sighted...MAN! Yes, she took me! She made me sit on her face right in-front of her troops...and right in-front of a smiling Flare and she used every bit of her tongue...and it was longer than your...bedeviled cock!...and it moved around inside me like nothing I had ever imagined...and I came like I had never before, or since! Way, way better than you! I screamed her name over the plains of Alfheim as I came all over her delicious face and her troops heard me and saw me and it lasted for hours and I've loved her ever since! There! That enough for your imagination?"
Roger looked sheepishly at the flushed Mage's face. "Sorry, I was just curious."
"Now," she huffed. "If we can go on? Under this Castle is the source of all the magic in the world. The Magic Loki used to create Lokin. Loki apparently got here because he could control the thing under the city. What it is, no one knows. He didn't tell anyone. But he...only he...could access its Magic, control it, and that is what made him a God! And when he left he...cast a spell upon the city. That is the defense that envelopes this Castle.
"Now listen! Magic comes in flavors, like frequencies of light, or the spin of sub-atomic particles. Spells just tap in to the Magic this thing under the Castle creates in order to do things for the caster. You memorize the right spells in order to do what you want. Loki knew ALL the spells. The greatest Mages know allot of them, but not as many as Loki did.
"But how well the spells work, at least partially, depends on the flavor of the magic used. Each individual Mage chooses a flavor when they go through the Magehood Ritual. That becomes the flavor of magic that works most in synch with their casts. Magic that is of a flavor way off from what the Mages is does not work for them very well and can backfire and work very effectively against them. Mages spend most of their time trying to match their flavor with the spells they know. The better they do that, the better their casting.
"Now it turns out that all Elves and other creatures that are not Mages, that is, they cannot cast spells, are housing or can house part of the Magic emanating from this place. And Loki made the Guild to house his own personal favorite flavor of magic. They are loaded with that Magic! It is why they are so safe alone on their journeys, why they are so hard to defeat in combat, why they have been so successful against the Dark Lords."
"But why didn't Flare and the others hack me up?" Roger interrupted.
The teenaged Mage's eyes rolled up, "Your cock...OOO!...SIR Roger!" It took the girl a long moment to regain her composure. Meanwhile Roger stood there feeling stupid.
As he should...
"I am not certain," Hermione finally went on, much calmer, "Lord Loki didn't dictate any of His secrets to anyone, but I have some good guesses from my studies. I think he used his...organ...to 'collect' this Magic...from his Elves. I think the Guild Elves, above all other Elves, are 'collectors' or antennae for the Magic that emanates from whatever is under this Castle. That Magic, if you know what you are doing magic-wise, can be collected..." she glanced at a still frowning Flare..."by...er...penetrating Guild Elves..."
"You mean when I..." Roger, in turn, glanced at Flare to see if she were about to slug him again, "er, 'make love' to...a hypothetical Guild Elf I get magic through my...'organ'?"
"If THEY...not necessarily you...achieve orgasm around your...organ, yes," Hermione answered. "It just happens that Guild Elves...hell, all females in Lokin...are programmed by their nature to be 'size queens'! It is easy to make them cum when you are as equipped as you are! And Loki made his organ glow to attract Elves and, to a lesser degree, Human females. The glow is a type of magical emission, a kind of 'horniness spell', so he would never have a problem 'tapping into' his magical network."
Roger nodded in sudden and unusual understanding. His new dick and its effects upon Elves was something he was well versed on! "I see." Then he recalled his first meeting with Flare, oh so long ago, and ultimately why she didn't hack him to pieces once his pants were down! "That is why the Elf must see my dick to get hot! The spell must be acquired visually!"
Hermione smiled, a little bit, at Roger's sudden and most unusual insight. "But, I am afraid that when the Guild Army was...defiled, Desiree gained a great deal of magic 'energy' from them. She must be about as powerful now, in magic terms, as Moira or even a Dark Lord.
"To protect the Guild from anyone who manages to gain such power as defeating the Guild in battle potentially provides, and to protect the Guild's Queen from Dark Lord mischief, whatever is under the castle nullifies, or at least tries to, any spell castings of a different flavor than his own."
"So, we're safe in here? Desiree cannot use her magic in here?"
"Not that simple. True, she is going to be inhibited in here, but she can still use a flavor close to Lord Loki's. Provided she has the power to survive the Dampening Field. But, for certain, all but the most violent casts should still work in here, if she uses his flavor. But, to our advantage, those casts should not be as effective as the same casts in her own flavor."
Flare stepped in. "It might just be the edge we need to stop her!"
"Stop her?" Roger asked. "Stop her from doing what?"
"From doing what you are here for, stupid!" Hermione replied, throwing her thumb over her right shoulder to point to the South where Roger saw another door in yet another wall. "Somewhere behind that door is the Virgin Princess, Margarita, waiting for the next God of Lokin to 'break her in'!"
Roger suddenly nodded in remembrance of their myths. And they were serious! Rape a virgin Princess?! They actually wanted him to do that! He had been thinking all this time that it was some metaphor...
He looked even more sheepishly at Flare. "You want me to...you know...make it with your Princess?"
Flare nodded solemnly. "It is your duty, M'Lord! The Guild depends on you!"
"Its a religious thing with them!" Hermione added.
"What if she doesn't, you know, want to...I'm pretty big and she is a virgin...she's also a lesbian, right? What if she wants nothing to do with hetero?"
"You must!" the two females replied in chorus.
"I really don't want to...rape her!"
"Then don't! Use your charm and talk her out of her virginity! Her mother will not mind, I assure you! After all, while Rita looks like an overdeveloped fifteen year old, she's nearly three thousand years old. And she's had as much pussy, nearly, as Lord Loki! Don't you think its about time she grew up? It is your...manly duty to show her why all her other Guild Elves can't help but spread for you...your cock! Now go!" Then Hermione looked up at the darkening air overhead. "Damn! See that? That cloud is a byproduct of the dampening effect!"
"Does that mean..." Roger started just as Flare shoved him towards the door.
Hermione nearly cried out, looking truly worried, "It means someone very Dark Lord and very energized is IN the room! There is no more time! Get going! Now! There will be a very long hallway behind that door. Eventually you will pass through a huge room with a swimming pool the size of a small lake. Go around the pool and through the only other door in the opposite wall and another long hallway will lead to the Princess' private rooms. Go!"
"And use the Brisingamen!" Flare added, turning to face North and the fog.
"We haven't much time!" Hermione gasped. She turned to Flare, "Flare, stay here! Stop whoever is coming this way! I'll go to the other entrance room. If it is clear, I'll come back!"
Flare nodded, but suddenly not very bravely. Suddenly she looked...frightened to Roger.
"Flare, I...!" Roger, stepping towards the door, cried out. Then he said, very softly, "...love you!"
"Just hurry, M'Lord!" she bravely smiled back. "You must succeed and become Loki! It is our only chance! Do not worry! Dark Lords cannot destroy Guild Elves..." she waved to him. As she turned back she mumbled under her breath, "I don't think!"
Then she added, "They just rape them for the Rest of Time!"
It was late in the afternoon, the shadows lengthening along the towering crags of the Impassible Mountains and into the deep rifts of the Pass between Jotunheim and Alfheim, when Lady Gem and Stryker crept up with great stealth to the edge of the southernmost gash in the pass. Most carefully they peered over the edge.
What Gem saw confirmed her worst predictions: From fifty feet away she had heard the whimperings and sighs, and now her eyes gave horrible image to those dreadful sounds. Before her grief-stricken vision, collected in little groups of three or four, were ...her...Guild Sisters, scattered throughout the bottom of the great rift in the ground. Naked and smeared with an abominable mixture of tears, dirt, and what appeared to be copious amounts of dried spooge, they huddled in miserable little groups, chained by locked collars to pegs driven deeply into the ground. As they sat in tear stained misery and post-orgasmic humiliation their oppressors, the Loki-Kai, lay alongside them, snoring in careless, satiated sleep...as was the tendency of the primate male when sexually satisfied...thoroughly satisfied as only Guild Elf ass could satisfy!
And Gem quickly made out that the stupid MALES had left no guards out!
Perhaps her Sisters fucked them all to sleep!
Gem couldn't help but shudder when she made out the quite limp, yet still anaconda-like feet long organs of the Loki-Kai laying between their legs as they slept the grinning sleep of the well sexually serviced (by HER Guild Elves!) male.
With a murderous glare she looked over at Stryker alongside her and nodded.
Stryker matched her glare and nodded in return.
Slowly, silently, they slipped flatly, like cockslugs, over the lip of the rift wall and descended like avenging wraiths, disturbing not a blade of grass nor dislodging a single pebble.
Not halfway down the grass lined wall Gem came to an instant, chameleon-like halt. The Elves in the nearest knot of Guild Elf misery had made them out!
At once Gem hand signaled silence. Equally quickly the clearly excited Elves went still. Some even took up their whimpering and sobbing, so as to not disturb the Loki-Kai's slumber.
Eternal slumber more like it! Gem told herself as she again slipped down the embankment. She hoped her Sisters didn't get too enthusiastic with their crying and wake the beasts!
Finally on the ground, Gem signaled Stryker to go down one wall while she would take the other. As she approached the first knot of Elves she made out the nearest Loki-Kai snoring confidently right next to, no doubt, "his" Elf. Gem gritted her teeth when she saw his hand comfortably resting over the nearest Elf's full upper thigh, his fingers stroking absentmindedly and luxuriously through the Elf's still floppy and parted, and especially, despite her miserable condition and, no doubt, hatred of him, quite well soaked labia.
What had these beasts done to my Sisters!? Gem thought.
Then, with a brisk shake of her head, she remembered what two of those beasts did to HER, not days ago! And she understood why the rift was full of riotously aroused pussy!
The Loki-Kai were good for one thing!
In-spite of her new found understanding, Gem halted a couple feet from the tied down Elves and ground her teeth. Regardless of her steely discipline, her emotions were at their limits. Threatening to lose control, she thought in a blind red fury, "Even in their sleep these...MEN...still take liberties with...MY...Elves!"
Then she saw the Elf whose pussy was being pawed point with her eyes at the Loki-Kai's feet. Instantly Gem saw the glittering ring of keys...
Tucking her sword blade between her pressed together thighs, she went through the dozen or so keys on the ring until, on the fourth try, she opened the lock on the first Elf's collar. Once freed, this Elf took the ring and began working on the other three Elves' collars.
At that very moment Gem heard a grumble. With a jerk she turned her head to the right, while the other Elves froze like statues. She stared at the Loki-Kai who was now sitting up, rubbing his eye! Then he, too, saw the ass of the naked standing Elf, virtually thrust into his face.
"Yo're not supposed to do that! How come you can do that, my pussy?!" he mumbled. Then he smiled as his inquisitive look turned into a lecherous horse massaged Guild Elf ass-in-his-face leer!
As his mighty cock began to swell and rise, not to mention glow, he mumbled with an outrageous look of "midnight surprise" on his ape face, "Wa's this? You wanna more? More of me, eh, Elf pussy?"
Then he finally noticed her collar on the ground at her feet. "How'd you do dat?" he went on, loosing his toothy grin. But no sooner did he get that last statement out than he saw the other Elf...the new Elf...the one with clothes on!...the one reaching between her legs...
"URK!" went the pussy groping Loki-kai next...and last.
Then his grinning, surprised face tilted back till it was pointing straight up, and his head fell backwards to thump on the ground behind him to only roll down to the exact middle of the gash's floor.
As the blood spouting trunk thumped back upon its back, Gem wiped her sword blade on the grassy wall alongside the carcass of the Loki-kai, trying not to show too much self-satisfaction on her face.
As she did the other Elves immediately went back to their silent, grim tasks.
Gem then looked up for Stryker. She saw that as soon as her first group was freed, Stryker had moved off, moving down her side of the rift to do what she did best: slitting the throat of each sleeping Loki-kai she met.
The Guild Elves, even naked and still horribly aroused by the semen they had been (mostly) forced to ingest, were a murderously professional force. Absolute communication discipline was followed, as a matter of course. Hand signals only were used, each freed Elf assigned her task silently, quickly, coolly.
"Weapons?" Gem signaled the first freed Elf after she had finished freeing her Sisters.
"At the near end of the rift, under a tarp," she rapidly replied in complete silence,
"Go, bring all you can." Then Gem motioned for the second Elf freed to follow the first.
Moments later a good dozen Elves were armed and free and Gem issued her first battle commands, again silently:
"Free your sisters!"
"Loki-kai are mortal! Kill them! All of them!"
Then, she added, "No trophies this time!"
And the Elves were silently off, grimly holding swords aloft.
Stryker, smiling as she had not done in a long, long time, returned. Smiling broadly in great satisfaction, she was splattered with much blood.
None of it Elf.
"I am going to free the Queen." Gem signaled her. "You remain to command. Don't let any Loki Kai escape!"
"You will need me!" Stryker complained.
"Can't be helped! You are needed here! This is something I must do...for myself...my honor! Take the Army to where we left the horses. If I am not back, with the Queen, by sundown, make for Alfheim and Asgard with best speed!"
Roger finally reached the "Pool Room" and halted a moment. Damn, but this place was huge! And empty!
He walked around the...huge...pool. It had to be half again as long and twice as wide as an "Olympic" pool! The water was blue and still and...empty!
"Where are all the Elves? Did they leave no one behind?"
He found the only door in the wall opposite the one he entered. A wall that had to be 500 feet long and nearly as high. The door opened at once and he entered a hallway that matched exactly the one that had brought him to the pool.
Some twenty feet wide, with a ceiling twice that, there was no furniture and only glowing globes arching out of the walls about ten feet up provided light. The floor was a red carpet, wall to wall, decorated with intricate swirls of, no doubt, pure gold.
He had started down the hall, its end invisible in the dark distance, when he remembered Hermione's last order to him.
Stopping, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the Brisingamen. "Good a time as any," he mumbled as he hung it around his neck.
Instantly, as soon as the medallion came to rest upon his chest, it started glowing! "Ung!" went Roger as the medallion began to heat up! Seriously heat up! While he tried to look down at the hot medallion suddenly something that resembled a serious karate blow to his chest stuck him forcing him to stagger back a couple of steps.
The heat did not relent. It intensified so quickly and dramatically that he feared being burned and he thought of pulling the Brisingamen off his chest when he saw that the damned thing was sinking into, 'blending-in' to his flesh, almost as if it was becoming part of his chest!
But, within some twenty or so seconds, the medallion disappeared within his flesh, leaving just a tattoo of itself upon his chest. Furthermore, once the 'blending' was finished, to Roger's great relief, the heat quickly dissipated.
Once he had calmed, though, from deep inside his skull, a single powerful word appeared, ringing momentarily in his head, "GOOD!"
Instantly he was no longer just Roger. Visions, dreams began appearing in his head. Just like in the Drow caverns, his consciousness started drifting into another world, another set of memories. There was no controlling it. Slipping in and out of his own consciousness, Roger (when he was Roger) thought he was again 'sharing' Loki's memories, thoughts, consciousness.
And he suddenly had a great urge to run. Run towards the end of this bullshit hallway. Run for his prize, his natural prize...the Virgin Princess and her tight, wet, lesbianized pussy!
As he ran like a heroic Phidippides , effortlessly it seemed in his patriotic calling to get to 'Rita', it seemed unremarkable to Roger at this time that he didn't produce a drop of sweat and hardly had to increase his breathing as he tore down the ridiculously long hallway. But, to compliment his suddenly newfound physical ability, within his initial half dozen strides, his huge, suddenly glowing cock...Loki Cock...abruptly surged fairly instantaneously into steel bar hard, jutting erection!
As he ran!
Which, of course, he knew was impossible...for a human male!
It lifted the hem of his kilt, soon bobbing up and down as he ran, tossing foot long worms of wadd all over the carpet. While his low hanging, grapefruit sized nuts began to burn with cum stuffed urgency...
At that moment, Roger didn't give a damn about the carpet!
Hermione entered the identical dimensioned hallway that led from the NorthWest Gate, and fear instantly seized her. It was even foggier than the room she had left Flare in!
Another intruder!
"I've got to stay here!" she whispered to herself, fighting down the rising fear. "Got to give Sir Roger time...time to consummate the prophecy!"
She suddenly wanted to pee...
Then she saw...IT.
Moving slowly through the ever thickening fog, outlined by the globes behind it, she could see that it was tall. Had to be seven or more feet tall!
Dark Lord height! she silently screamed at herself!
Briefly closing her eyes, she cast her best defensive spell, then opened her eyes.
From out of the swirling fog glowing red, beady eyes seemed to cut through haze like lasers! And both lasers seemed to be focused upon her!
Then, with Hollywood special effects abruptness, the figure stepped out of the fog into the dim light, only some twenty feet away.
"Moira!" Hermione gasped, recognizing those huge, hard, jutting tits.
Moira then focused those hellish eyes on Hermione's, and smiled...
"Well," she said with a deep, piercing voice, as sinister and arousing as any Dark Lord. "My little Mage! We meet again! Tell me, how were the horses? Enjoy them? Taste good? I see their wadd was nourishing...they kept you alive...and did wonders for your, shall I say, girlish bosom. And a most...attractive improvement, too!"
"You cannot pass!" the Schoolgirl Mage tried to roar. It came out hardly more than a squeak.
"So, you are defending the Princess?! You are going to stop ME!?"
Hermione shuddered, the voice cutting right through her. Her nipples were like rock.
"Does D-Dark Lord C-Chaos know you are doing this?" She managed to reply in a more normal voice.
"He does no longer matter!" she roared, making Hermione's creased blue schoolgirl skirt flip up from the moving air. "I will soon be the God of Lokin! Then HE will be obsolete! Maybe I'll destroy him! Maybe I'll lock him away with his whores! But I will rule Alfheim!"
Then those blazing red eyes focused on Hermione's brave face. "And you, sexy little girl!"
Hermione felt her pussy melt under those eyes. Soon, she feared, her juices would be running down the inside of her full, smooth thighs.
For Moira to see her horniness!
She had to do something! And talking with this...monster...was no use! Desperately she began casting, casting her best lightning bolt. After just a few seconds, with Moira still roaring her self-veneration and xenophobic threats, she was ready.
"AAAH!" Hermione roared in turn, throwing both her open hands out, palms first. With her cry came a crack of thunder and the twisting, jerking bolt of pure furiously moving electrons crackled out her palms and struck the roaring Dark Lord Mistress right between her tits!
"AHHHH!" went Moira as she staggered back two full strides from the deadly impact of Hermione's attack.
Then she stopped, and blinked for a moment in rare stunned silence. But after that moment, the red glow of her eyes returned. Almost disdainfully she brushed off the carbonized "flesh" on her chest, and, with a hideously wide and fang filled smirk, stepped forward two strides.
Hermione's heart sank.
"Bravo, little girl!" Moira said with a grin. "Surprisingly powerful! Skillfully done! Do not be afraid, for that little demonstration of your, admittedly limited, talent might have saved you from becoming sexual road kill for my Orcs! I think I might deal with you, personally!"
Then Moira pulled her slit skirt aside and that eighteen inch, arm thick Dark Lord cock flipped up rigidly.
Hermione hissed, in spite of the fact that she did not have the Guild Elf curse for the glowing demoncock. She was already so hot that she could hardly resist falling to her knees and...
"No!" the Schoolgirl Mage bravely fired back. "I will not submit! Not to you, or Dark Lord Chaos, or anyone I don't want to!"
For the first time Moira laughed in a feminine voice. Her laughter actually had a high pitched, crystal tone as she tossed her head back and laughed loudly enough to echo off the walls.
Hermione began feeling more and more like a little girl and less and less like a powerful Mage.
Then Moira's laughter stopped.
Abruptly.
Looking back at the brave looking Mage facing her, she smiled again, and then pointed her right index finger at Hermione.
And a bolt of pink lightning flashed out to impact upon Hermione's spell shield.
And it swept around the shield, seemingly coating it. Then it began degrading it. Within seconds it dissolved it.
Then it enveloped Hermione in living, lustful, fire.
"AAAAAAHHHHH!" the poor girl wailed as every part of her was bathed in awesome arousal! Instantly every part of her firm, youthful body was right on the edge of mind crushing orgasm!
The Mage fell to her knees, hands pressed together, pressing the edges down upon the boiling hot slit between her quivering thighs. For a long moment all she could do was whine like a beaten puppy and shudder vividly before the grinning Dark Lord Mistress.
Finally, showing great bravery and will, Hermione raised her sweaty, bleary eyed face up and hoarsely cried, "NO! I will stop you!" And, not without a little triumph on her beautiful face, she staggered to her feet.
Moira glared at the fluid flowing freely down the inside of her thighs, then renewed her grin. "I see humans are...more resistant than Elves to my 'persuasive' casts! Again, most impressive! Now, why don't you raise that skirt so I can once again see what you have for my use!"
Then her eyes flashed and Hermione cried out. Her body jerked once, violently, and she started up a fast, hard pant.
The Mage's eyes dropped to the drooling Dark Lord Cock seemingly jutting into her face. She began gnawing on her lower lip.
Moira chuckled. "You know, I can destroy your mind, Human! You can't deal with the force and rapidity of the orgasms I can force upon you! Your mind will be mush and you will become a brain-dead lump of very attractive female flesh good only to feed to Orc-cock! Give up! I know you want this...want ME! You can't take your horny little eyes off of my omnipotent Cock!
"I will be kind! In honor of your brave defense against me, I will not require your begging for my Cock! You can just get on your knees and kiss the tip, right on the slit which is drooling before your worshipful eyes!" Moira hesitated, then added in a less imperious voice, almost kindly, "You know, I've become pretty good at fucking little girls! You'll be so pleased with my 'technique' that you'll happily come back for more!"
Suddenly Hermione shook her head in a stiff jerk. "Never!" she gasped through a constricted throat, her eyes rising to Moira's with absolute hatred on her scowling face. "And, kill me and you'll never find the Princess!"
Moira suddenly lost her grin. Her great weakness...Moira had no idea of where in this megalomaniacally built castle she was in! "Where is she? Tell me!"
Finally a grin burst out on the Schoolgirl Mage. "Never!" she husked.
Moira's eyes flashed again.
Hermione screamed hoarsely, and her body began to convulse wildly. She was seized with instant and outrageous bliss, waves of orgasms surging through her, all aimed at her brain. The waves of cum burst in her mind all together, blocking out her consciousness for a long moment and reducing her to an animal, mindlessly cuming.
Moira took the time that the girl was helplessly seized in induced orgasm to step up to Hermione. With a mighty tug she ripped off of her the only item of clothing, her pleated blue skirt. Then, as the schoolgirl slowly began regaining consciousness. the towering hermaphrodite ran her huge, but sensuous hands all over Hermione's ass and loins. "Magnificent!" Moira husked, truly impressed with the girl's physique. "You were made for my pleasure and use!"
As soon as Hermione managed to come down enough to realize where she was, she saw with startled dread the Dark Lord Mistress hovering over her. Then she sank her teeth into her lower lip when she registered the delicious pleasure those hands were creating in their expert groping of her girlish 'charms'.
"Tell me, Baby!" Moira demanded, her fingers suddenly become rigid and powerful phalli, slipping between floppy, soaked labia and plunging into deep, dark asscrack.
"NO!" the Mage literally squealed as both her openings were suddenly filled with multiply wide, long, rigid fingers. Then Hermione went up on her toes as those fingers spread way, way up inside her. "Oh! No! EEEEEEE!"
OH, it felt sooooo gooood when she did that! What was left of Hermione's will and resistance crumbled under the fingerfuck attack. It just felt too good to stop it, even if she could.
Relentlessly, mercilessly, Moira worked the girl, sliding two thick fingers in and out of each of her holes. She took her time, and took every inch of feminine passage in her slow, relentless fingering. Soon there was no more resistance, either from the girl or from her finger stuffed passages. The twin fingerfuck destroyed Hermione-literally destroyed her will to resist. Within minutes Moira's hands were dripping with Hermione's crystal clear juice while the schoolgirl squirmed and squealed, thrashing in Moira's hands in uncontrollable pleasure.
Suddenly Moira effortlessly lifted the schoolgirl by the grips she had on Hermione's pussy and asshole. As the girl shrieked she lifted her victim until they were face to face. Hermione couldn't stop squirming in Moira's omnipotent hands as her wet, sex fevered eyes widened in utter shock and horror, not to mention the endless penetration pleasure.
"I think I'll fuck you now!" the Dark Lord Mistress smirked at the squirming Hermione. "That will get the information out of you!"
With skill demonstrating long practice, Moira removed her fingers and hooked Hermione's thighs upon her forearms. Then the evil monster filled her big hands with girl butt meatloaf.
All the Schoolgirl Mage could do was shake her head rapidly, in utter terror, as Moira planted the girl's pussy upon the upright tip of her steely cockhead.
Hermione clutched Moira's neck, those magnificent tits in her face.
"It won't...it can't...too big!" Hermione pleaded.
"Oh yes it will! Watch! Feel!" replied the horsecocked beast.
Then Moira just released the girl.
Hermione's head shaking sped up as she felt that tapered, but well over the size of her fist, glans tip spread her vaginal opening, aided by traitorous gravity.
And with a syrupy pop, accompanied by a single, ear splitting shriek, Hermione popped open to admit the cockhead.
The girl stared up at the smirking Dark Lord Mistress in utter shock, her jaw dropped dumbly. She was so full! And, Loki help her, it felt sooooo good!
Moira reacquired her butt grip on the girl and then rotated her punctured pussy around and around her belly buried glans.
Hermione closed her eyes and hissed loudly. Soon she was loudly moaning. It was a warbling, forced moan.
Moira chuckled most loudly and nastily. "Feel good, little Mage? Want more?"
Hermione whined, then unconsciously nodded.
"Good girl! Now let's see if you can handled this..." Then the beast tightened her grip on the girl's full buns and pulled her down.
And a wailing Hermione slowly but steadily swallowed up nearly 2/3rds of that phallus.
"Hmmm! Tight! Wanna tell me where that tight assed Princess is kept?"
Hermione had stars flash in her mind when her cervix struck the tip of that cock! She knew she couldn't resist a full fledged fucking by this beast!
But she couldn't betray the Princess!
Hermione reluctantly shook her head.
"Good! I was hoping to fuck it out of you! So be it!" And Moira lifted the girl until only her cockhead was still inside.
Then she let go.
And the girl's soaking wet pussy slid right back down that lubricated cock shaft. And Hermione moaned, and then belched, when her cervix landed upon that cock! And her mind flashed with orgasmic energy. Mind-destroying energy.
Chuckling, Moira lifted her back up and let her go.
Hermione shook her head violently as she was lifted, and then whined when she was dropped.
"OOOH!" she moaned like a cheap slut when she landed. Then, maintaining her demeaning moan, she began rotating her stuffed girl tube around Moira's invincible cock.
Moira let her grind her guts against her cock for a good couple of minutes before lifting her again. This time she didn't let her go, but used her ass grips to pull the destroyed girl down to her impaled doom.
The Schoolgirl Mage broke within three up and down strokes, her cervix accepting Moira's cockhead almost as easily as her pussy had. But it was the wicked stuffed belly bliss of her rapid and powerful fucking that crushed her mind and undid her resolve.
Within three strokes Hermione exploded in the most intense orgasm of her life. Spraying Moira's cock base and low hanging, cantaloupe sized nuts with her squirting pussy juice, she knew she couldn't withstand such orgasmic assault for long.
"I'll talk! I'll talk!" she wailed, she whined, she pleaded up at Moira's triumphant face.
"I know, little bitch! But I think I deserve some...service from you before you show me where the Princess is. You agree?" she said as she raised the convulsing girl for a fourth mad plunge.
Hermione couldn't say, or do anything by this time. Barely conscious, she couldn't stop the all powerful jolts of pure orgasm that shot through her body and mind with each incredible impact and subsequent yielding to Moira's cockhead.
All she could say, besides howl incoherently, was, "I'll talk! I'll talk! I'll talk!"
But when she blanked out this time, when her cervix eagerly parted and the cockhead pierced her feminine core, and her mind exploded again in delicious orgasmic light as her consciousness disappeared, hopefully, prayerfully, only temporarily, there was another brief, but extremely bright flash on the outside of her.
From behind the furiously fucking Moira...
With a jump of renewed attention, Flare made out the outline while it was still far down the chamber. For a long moment she watched it slowly advance, fear rising in her stacked chest.
"I wish Hermione would come back!" she mumbled to herself.
Then, frowning in self-reproach, she added, "You are a Guild Elf! You are to protect Asgard from evil beings like...what is coming! It is obviously time to do your duty!"
With slow deliberateness, Flare drew her sword, the awesome, implacable hiss the supernatural metal made all too reassuring to the Elf.
"Come on!" Flare hissed. "Come and get it! I am no longer afraid of you! It is you who should be fearful!"
On the thing came, seemingly not in a hurry. But, finally, it stopped just inside the protective cloud of fog. There it waited.
Flare would have none of that! She immediately called out her Challenge, "Come on, foul beast! If you have courage, face me! Face the Guild!"
Suddenly a voice came from the swirling fog enshrouded outline. It was a feminine voice! "Guild? Not another one!"
'Another'? thought Flare. She knew that voice! Where?
Then Desiree stepped forward, somewhat hesitantly, through the fog until she saw the Guild Elf stiffen.
Then she hastily froze.
She wanted nothing to do with a Guild Elf, not here, not in their fortress of Asgard! And this one was armed, even! After dealing with Gem, she didn't want to face even one Guild Elf, not without lots of Loki Kai backing her up!
"Desiree!" Flare growled in her high pitched voice. Desiree! Flare's mind roared. She remembered vividly what she had done to Lady Gem! Forcing her to orally service the Aesir while the Guild army was raped! Forcing our Queen to be impaled on Desiree's false Loki Cock!
"Not me!" Flare hissed. "Not this time!"
Then Flare charged.
"What?!" Desiree gasped, throwing her hands up before her when she saw the blur that had been Flare rushing up upon her with superhuman speed. Then she saw the deadly glint of Flare's sword.
Flare's leap up was timed perfectly. She soared up towards Desiree's head in a graceful arc, her sword back behind her, about to start its slashing arc...its first and hopefully only slash necessary.
Let's see how this Aesir functions without a head! Flare thought in midair.
The sword met Desiree's upraised left forearm, slicing with horrible ease through the muscle and connective tissue beneath the two bones. Only the Aesir's throwing her head back in reflexive defense prevented Flare's attack from doing the same to her throat.
Blood poured from the wicked wound.
Desiree cried out in terrible pain, clutching her arm in her right hand and looking down at the landed Flare with terrorized, wide open eyes.
Hastily she took three steps back with a curt, "You little bitch!"
Flare gracefully landed upon her feet, then glanced at her blade. The blood dripping from it brought a smile, an evil smile, to her gorgeous face.
Then she charged again!
"No!" Desiree screamed in real terror as she saw the Elf charging again! When the Elf left her feet, soaring up towards the Aesir's vulnerable head, in utter desperation Desiree through out her right arm. With superhuman reflexes she managed to deflect the sword stroke down from its target, her throat.
Nonetheless, the blade slashed across her magnificently marbled and ribbed belly, creating a gash a good half foot long across her stomach just above her navel. Desiree retreated again as blood poured down her floor length skirt.
Desiree's mind was on the verge of panic. What was it with those damned Guild Elves! Thank Loki that slut Gem wasn't armed!
But the 'damned Guild Elf' was charging again!
"Ahhhh!" cried Flare like a chihuahua as she once again left her feet, sword once again slicing for Aesir throat.
"Ahhh!" cried Desiree in mortal terror as the sword came on.
Then, in a blur of desperation, Desiree's right hand came around and managed to grab the hilt of Flare's sword, stopping her attack.
For a second Desiree felt hope that she had stopped the mad Elf, seeing the Elf's hilt and hand trapped in her own. Then, only a second later she remembered how dangerous Gem had been without a sword.
"Yeeeaaaah!" cried Flare in triumph as she continued her rise, only feet first like a pole vaulter. With her hand in Desiree's grip, she used that grip to make her stilled sword the pole, and her feet rose up, ominously towards the Aesir's face...
Her left foot smacked into Desiree's right cheek, turning it towards her right foot who's toe-point uppercutted the stunned Aesir. "That's for Lady Gem!" Flare added in righteous indignation as she dropped, her sword and hand released by Desiree as the Aesir staggered back.
Finally stopping some ten feet from the glaring Guild Elf, Desiree looked in wide eyed horror at Flare, then turned and ran back into the fog.
Flare shook her sword at the swirling fog, all that was left of Desiree presence. "Come back, you coward! Face me! Face the Guild!" She wanted to roar like a Dragon after fuck-breaking its first Elf!
But the Aesir didn't come back. She had ran away!
Flare walked back in stately pride to her original position, and took up a defensive stance.
Desiree grimaced when she stopped some fifty feet away from her humiliating retreat from a little Guild Elf! Damned Elves! So damn fast! So damn quick! So damned...good at fighting!
But, first things first. She had to stop her bleeding! Even Aesir's have problems when their blood runs out of them!
Closing her eyes, she cast tissue replacement spells and, with the magic energy she had in abundance from raping the Guild Elf army, she had little trouble fixing all that Flare had done to her.
Once good as new again, she realized she still had that problem with that damned Guild Elf!
She considered her options. Retreating was out of the question. She had burned her bridges with the Dark Lords and if she failed to gain Godhood, she would be seriously vulnerable to that prick Moira and her Dark Lord Prick.
No alternative then, she had to get by that damned Guild Elf and fuck the Virgin Princess, good and proper!
But how to get by that damned Guild Elf? She simply couldn't defeat her in combat, not in this place! She could barely keep herself in one piece! With this Dampening Field, the Elf had all the advantages!
Damn!
No, combat was out. She had to use her brains! Now, what are the weaknesses of Guild Elves?
Well, outside of this place she could just whip out her eighteen inch persuader and fuck the little female into a brain-dead stupor!
But the Dampening Field wouldn't let her cock glow, so she couldn't hypnotize the Elf. And she won't let me get close enough to her to touch her without hacking me to pieces!
Damn!
Wait! What did she say when she last kicked our...ass? "Gem!" she said. "Lady Gem" she had said. Her assault was in revenge for fucking that big assed pain in the ass Gem! Maybe there's something we can use in this?
That's it! All these Guild Elves are lesbians! She must have a thing for Gem's pussy!
"What I need is Gem!" Desiree said aloud...quietly.
Then she closed her eyes and began mumbling. "This will be complicated," she mumbled. "But with the power I have from these damned Guild Elves, I should have enough!"
She continued to cast...
Flare suddenly stiffened again when she saw something again walking toward her in the mist. Then she frowned when it became apparent that this 'invader' was not nearly as tall as Desiree!
Only about her own height.
The visitor rapidly passed through the fog and into Flare's vision.
The Elf's jaw dropped. For a long moment she refused to believe what she was seeing. Then, with a big smile forming and tears of joy running down her rosy cheeks, Flare cried, "Gem!...Lady Gem!"
It certainly looked like Gem. Only naked, voluptuously naked. Her tits looked larger than last time Flare had suckled them, and they jiggled most attractively as she quickly strode up the a nearly jumping for joy Flare.
And, if Flare had taken a moment to study Gem's loins, she would have noticed, since she had been so often 'up close and personal' with it, how large her clit was...
But Flare was way too relieved and happy just to see her Love and Commander that she forgot to check.
'Gem' walked right up to the ecstatic Flare and wrapped her in her arms. With a quick "Baby!", 'Gem' clamped a furious kiss upon the Elf.
Flare's eyes widened a moment with the dominating, forceful kiss. Then her eyes slowly closed and her sword dropped to the floor with a 'clang' as her arms wrapped around Gem's powerful, smooth back.
Flare opened her throat to the aggressive tongue and gagged loudly when it plunged down nearly to her esophagus.
When Gem, still in their kiss, abruptly and forcefully pulled Flare's tights down to nearly halfway down her thighs and then gripped the Elf by her full, round assloaves, Flare, in full lesbian bottom mode, just held Gem even closer to her. Gem's fingers sank deeply into Flare's magnificent butt muscles.
Then Flare moaned into Gem's mouth like the lesbian slut she was when she was alone on the prairie with her Commander.
Gem's slut.
Soon Gem's fingers plunged into Flare's miles deep asscrack, making the Elf squeal into their kiss. Only Then did she brake their herculean kiss.
"I want you, Baby!" Gem growled into a bleary eyed Flare's face. Cinnamon, strong, hot, sexually intoxicating cinnamon, swirled around the Elf's head. "Now, I can't wait! I want you, now, more than anything! I will not wait any longer...for you!"
Flare was overwhelmed emotionally. There was nothing she wouldn't do just then for her Lady Gem. "Oh, My Lady Gem! I love you! I will always love you! Yes! Whatever you want! Anything...everything you want! Do whatever you want to me! I want to please you!"
"I will!" Gem growled, forcing a compliant Flare down upon her back. Then Gem laid upon Flare, taking care to press their naked, bald pussy mounds against each other.
"Baby! Take it!" Gem growled again and kissed the prostrate, emotionally overwhelmed Guild Elf. Then Gem began to hump her mound, with its enlarged clit, up again Flare's inferior sex button.
And Flare moaned into Gem's kiss and furiously gripped her enlarged, conical boobs.
And the powerfully humping Gem's eyes started glowing...
Red...