Roger and the Lesbian Elves

by MadHat886

A man name Roger must save his wife from the clutches of lesbian Elves. By Krellscholar. While looking through some old files, I found this old story in my files that's not mine. Seeing how it's not anywhere else since Greyarchive site shut down, I decided to post it. And it's been more then 10 years since the writer has posted anything.

28. Roger Becomes a Religion or How A Sweet

Roger finally reached the door at the end of the second, ridiculously long hallway. At the door he stopped. Looking down he laughed sarcastically.

"Some condition you're in to deflower a three thousand year old virgin!" he told himself, his eyes roaming his bare chest, his new musculature gleaming with a recent sheen of sweat. He had hardly needed to sweat when running at full tilt the good quarter mile down the hallway. In fact, he had never felt so...good running like a maniac down that hallway!

Now, he certainly wasn't dressed for romance! Not with his holy honker jutting out over a foot before him, drooling long strands of coagulated testicle protein all over the gold trimmed red carpet! "Not exactly subtile," he added. He wondered how he was going to get this innocent all worked up about serving under him with his 'single-minded' porker sticking in her face!

Suddenly that voice burst in his head: "GO!" echoed in his skull.

When the echoing finally stopped he was holding the door handle and his 'kilt' was on the floor. He was naked! Staring down at his exposed body, it took a moment to realize that, suddenly (at least to him), he now seemed to look one hell of a lot better naked now than he had back on Earth!

But it still didn't silence his worries about what the Princess will do when she sees this beast, with softball sized nuts hanging halfway to his knees, walk up to her and propose to fuck her!

But, he opened the door anyway...

Cassiopeia stood before the shackled-into-the-rack Victoria, slowly, mercilessly pulling on the Elf's swollen, iron bar hard, fifteen inch long clit. She had just finished putting Thora, that cow, into her own rack, on the other side of the very unhappy looking, though quite thoroughly aroused, 'bat-girl'.

The spell Desiree had cast over her expansive throne room before she had left for Asgard was still in effect, still potent. The Aesir had just received a great deal of magical power from the raped Guild Elf army, and she knew how to use it when she had cast the spells to protect her Castle while she invaded Asgard. Cassiopeia had never experienced an 'arousal' spell both so irresistibly compulsive and overwhelmingly enthralling. You couldn't help but get hotter than hell when you stepped into the room, no matter what you tried to distract yourself from it!

Both 'bat-girl' and Queen Thora were fully in its merciless grasp; hanging by their arms in their racks, sweat dripping off of jutting, pebbly nipples, grimaced, locked chins, down smooth heaving bellies and quivering, wide spread thighs. Their nostrils were flared, allowing them to pant openly and freely. Both 'bat-girl' and Queen Thora also had other fluids dripping from them. Both of their bright pink, floppy lipped pussies were drooling a continuous stream of lubricating juices to the floor.

Cassiopeia smiled when she witnessed 'bat-girl's' utter mortification when she had teased the stuck-up little bitch about her horniness.

Well, fuck her! Thanks to what Mistress Desiree had given her during their 'love making' earlier, she would soon be able to give 'bat-girl' what her body, if not her mind, needed so badly!

Cassiopeia, vampiric Wood Elf, smirked up at Victoria as she increased the rate of her pulling . Victoria was no better off than the others. Dripping liquid lust from her own pussy, she was obscenely aroused into quivering, sweaty, voiceless and breathless...need. It was only that she possessed a clit a good thirty times longer than that of 'bat-girl' or Queen Thora that attracted the vampire's attention.

And that outrageous clit was a rigid, throbbing mess. By now, after Cassiopeia's non-stop milking of it for a good ten minutes, it resembled a mortal cock, fully swollen and on the verge of exploding.

Only it couldn't erupt into a spooge fountain!

As long as she was in this room, and had that cock-like clit, she would be 'sticking out' over a foot on the veritable verge of heart stopping orgasm immediately when her female phallus was grabbed.

She couldn't help it, Desiree's spell protecting her Throne Room was that potent and influential!

Cassiopeia looked down as the steely pole jerked especially strongly in her jacking hands. The...intimidating thing was also thick! Nearly as wide as Mistress Desiree's 'Loki Cock', the Elf's naturally longer fingers couldn't quite get all the way around the slab of feminine phallic organ.

But she could get enough of it to keep Victoria quivering on the edge of a monumental orgasm.

And that was just what Cassiopeia wanted!

"You know, Victoria, I have been so envious of this," Cassiopeia husked into Victoria's sweat dripping, grimacing face. She reversed her grip and began jacking the jumping clit.

"UNG!" went Victoria, throwing her head back and thrusting her impressive chest out, pebble hard nipples first.

Cassiopeia saw the shackled Elf's legs stiffen. Then her breathing increased...

Dramatically.

"Heh! Heh! How would you like it if I...relieved you of this...burden? I so much have wanted to be a 'top', and now you have given me the opportunity at acquire the one thing I've needed!"

Victoria moaned and her clit jumped powerfully and Cassiopeia immediately slowed her strokes. "There, there, I can't have you cuming...yet! When I make you cum, I want you to blow your head off! Who knows? It just might be your last orgasm!" Then Cassiopeia smiled...and showed her vampiric fangs to her shackled, helpless victim.

Victoria gasped and, in spite of her horribly aroused condition, real fear showed in her face as she squirmed in her bonds in a feeble effort to escape.

Cassiopeia continued to smile as she walked around the rack...

...to behind the futilely struggling Elf.

She had long ago determined that fear increased the 'intensity' of the flavor in the blood she routinely fed on. She was afraid that that made her somewhat of the sadist in taking her victims...tormenting them, like a cat with a bird, before feasting on them. It intensified the flavor of their blood, especially the cinnamon in Elf blood!

But the real feasting was when the blood was taken while the victim orgasmed! There was nothing more delicious than orgasmic blood! Furthermore, from her experience with 'taking' two of the Guild Elves fleeing the Battle in the Pass, she realized that orgasmic blood also carried any magic power, or spells cast upon them, from the victim to her!

After those two Elves, she understood why Desiree felt so powerful...omnipotent even! After that first Guild Elf, tied to a stake and unable to defend herself, Cassiopeia's own vampiric powers had increased dramatically! She had no difficulty in forcing the second Guild Elf into hypnotic slavery, ordering the Elf to jack herself off, furiously rubbing her stiff little clit with the palm of her hand until she helplessly exploded.

Then, at the height of her self-induced orgasm, Cassiopeia took her...leisurely!

The best way, enjoying the cinnamon and whimpering as she fed!

If that was the case, that magical spells and energy were transmitted through the blood, then why couldn't she take the spell that gave Victoria that impressive clit which, Cassiopeia surmised came from Moira (It looked like a cast Moira would do to a defeated opponent!), to herself by drinking Victoria's blood! Just by driving an overheated Victoria into convulsing orgasm as she drained her!

But first the vampire had to hesitate a moment just had to glare down at the nether charms her victim presented her... to admire Victoria's Elf typical ass. It wasn't a Guild Elf's butt. Victoria didn't spend most of her life with her padded asscheeks spread across a powerful and very, very muscular stallion's back! But it was...attractive nonetheless!

She slowly, sensuously ran her hands over that hip spanning pair of muscular and smooth ass-loaves, then explored the dark crack between them. She ran her claw-like talons down those buns, until her pointed nails disappeared between a suddenly hissing Victoria's thighs from behind. Only after wetting her claws in Victoria's sopping pussy did she run those points back up to her tailbone.

Cassiopeia smiled as a now whimpering Victoria's buttmeat jumped and quivered under her sensuous assault. Even though she knew that all Elves had perfectly formed, man-god pleasing tails, she still admired each and every victim's butt as something beautifully unique.

It was the least she could do before taking them...

Victoria's lust constricted throat finally managed to croak a desperate plea, "Please, Cassiopeia, not that! You can't..."

The vampire just chuckled and wrapped her arms around the racked Elf's ribs to fill her hands with jutting, perfectly full and pointed (of course!), Elf boob. Finding the Elf's nipples to be rock hard and pointy, she caught them between her thumb and forefinger and cruelly twisted...

"OHHHH!" Victoria's pleas degenerating into raw sexual passion, the nipple clamping silenced her victim instantly. Victoria's hips jerked in near orgasm from the electric shocks surging from her tortured tits.

"I am afraid you do not have a choice," Cassiopeia whispered hotly into Victoria's ear. Her hands left the throbbing babyfeeders and her nails travelled down...

When they stroked, oh so slowly, over Victoria's belly, the Elf hissed and moaned hoarsely.

Cassiopeia looked over the Elf's right shoulder to see that demoncock-like clit jump up and down furiously as Victoria's belly heaved and fluttered under the vampire's fingernail torture.

"You are so in need, Victoria," Cassiopeia husked into that ear. Across Victoria's chest she could see an equally aroused, but absolutely terrified looking 'bat-girl' staring at her 'taking' of the Elf. She gave the girl a predatory look which screamed at her, "And YOU'RE next!"

Then she returned to the victim at hand. "You need this, don't you! You need the release! Just let go! I will free you from this torture. You can't understand how...delicious it is...feeding on beautiful, sexy, hot and...easy Elves!"

"No!" yelled the Elf, shaking her head vigorously. "Please, no! Don't make me one of you!"

Cassiopeia suddenly was stung by her cry. "So, you think you are better than me, Elf?"

"No!" Victoria gasped, tears starting to drop down her fear scared face. "Just alive!"

Grimly grinning, Cassiopeia's torturing hands dropped from the Elf's heaving belly to wrap around that wrist thick clit. "I'll show you what being alive gets you!"

Then she jacked the clit.

Hard.

"OHHHHH!" went Victoria, every part of her seemingly stiffening at once. Instantly the Elf was helpless, unable to move from the delicious, oh-so-desperately-needed pleasure of the vampire's jackoff.

"Feel good?" Cassiopeia teased, kissing the catatonic Victoria right over her right jugular vein.

Victoria continued to shake her head, just much more slowly, "I won't accept...gasp!...don't do this...ung!...Cassiopeia! Please! Don't...MOAN!"

"OOO! That clit you have acts just like Desiree's Divine Cock when I beat it like this! Gets all fat and round and jumps all over the place! It must feel oh so good, doesn't it Elf!"

"Stop!" Victoria hoarsely gasped between involuntary moans and whimpers. "Don't...Please...stop..." Her pleas collapsed into nonsense syllables.

Pressing her own loins against the Elf's hot, wet ass, humping those round meaty cheeks, Cassiopeia sped up her strokes even further, feeling the clit grow tumescent and still. Just like Desiree's Divine Cock did right before it explodes quarts of wadd all over her face. "Going to cum, aren't we?" she husked into Victoria's ear. She licked the Elf's neck, wetting it down to reduce the pinprick pain of her bite. "You are going to be delicious, Victoria!" she ended and started twisting her hands around the doomed clit.

That did it!

"OHHHHHH! S...S...Stop! Please...OHHHHH!" went Victoria, then her hips jerked and the clit suddenly nearly jumped out of Cassiopeia's merciless grip. Then, inevitably, the convulsions and high pitched, repetitive cries of consummate bliss seized Victoria as massive machine-gun orgasms overwhelmed her.

Baring her fangs, Cassiopeia quickly and painlessly bit down.

All the Elf could do was thrash and moan in endless bliss as the vampire jerked her...and fed.

Soon the moaning and whimpering would stop. Shortly after that the vigorous jerking and hip tossing would still. Soon after that Victoria would simply slump in her bindings.

Two minutes later and Cassiopeia no longer could find a huge, fat jutting clit for her hands to torment. She continued to feed, enjoying immensely the taste of Victoria's blood. As usual for her, she took her time, taking every bit she could. (It was better if Victoria were laying down, she thought to herself. Standing up some blood settles into the legs.)

Then Cassiopeia felt the most exquisite pain coming...from her clit! Finally finishing her feeding, licking the wounds to stop the nonexistent bleeding, as was typical for her (Don't leave a mess!), she looked down.

Batgirl desperately tried to keep her sanity! That monster...killed Victoria! A real vampire! And now its looking at her!

And smiling!

Cassiopeia's eyes drifted over 'bat-girl's' body, suddenly noticing some parts of her as if for the first time. Or, maybe more accurately, from a radically changed point of view. A little 'skinny', but attractive nonetheless!

Her loins were especially attractive to the satiated vampire. Satiated with blood, that is!

They looked built for a big cock to fill!

Cassiopeia stepped out from behind the slumping Victoria, running her hand, somewhat clumsily, over her jutting, nearly eighteen inch, wrist thick clit. She felt her knees want to lock when she did that! It felt wonderful to stroke it! No doubt it would feel even better buried in someone's belly!

Like 'bat-girl'! She looked ripe for penetration!

Batgirl's jaw dropped when she saw from over her right shoulder the vampire step out from behind Victoria with an even bigger version of Victoria's swollen clit!

Cassiopeia stepped behind 'bat-girl', eyes fixed on those most attractive and muscular asscheeks. She slipped the tip of her clit between 'bat-girl's' spread thighs and pressed in against her soaked slit.

The iron bar hard tip of her clit parted 'bat-girl's' labia like it was overripe fruit and a torrent of juice coated the probing phallus.

And 'bat-girl' hissed...good and loud!

"Good!" Cassiopeia whispered into 'bat-girl's' much smaller ear. "You lubricated me most competently...you are called 'bat-girl'?"

After a momentary hesitation, Cassandra nodded.

"Good! I certainly don't want to hurt you! However, this is my first time...fucking...another female and I don't want it to be a unpleasant experience for you! After all, just from looking at you I can tell that you have many pleasant experiences for me with this...delicious body of yours!"

Cassandra closed her eyes and fought down the urge to whimper for Batman...

"Do not dare to harm that Human!" suddenly came from the left, from an equally racked Queen Thora. "Haven't you done enough evil!"

Cassiopeia looked at the Queen with a frown. Then she realized that the cow was right! A terrified 'bat-girl' would not be nearly as much...fun in fucking as a relaxed, cooperative properly sexed-up 'bat-girl'! "Thank you, Thora, you are right!" she replied, most agreeably.

She reached around the stiff, clearly on the verge of panic 'bat-girl' and cupped her slightly smaller then Victoria's tits. "Relax, little one! I am not going to harm you in any way! I have already...fed, so I do not need you for...food! I want to...practice something on you...or IN you!"

Then the horse hung vampire jabbed forward and Batgirl's eyes popped open when, once again, she felt that stiff prong breach her womanhood. "No!" she screeched.

"Oh, yes!" Cassiopeia replied instantly as she pushed ever more shaft into the girl's hot, wet, oh so delightfully yielding passage. "AAAAHHH!" the vampire exclaimed, driving with ever more enthusiasm up Cassandra's belly. It felt so good to force her way into the girl's hot, wet guts! No wonder Desiree wants to fuck so much!

Cassandra, temporarily, was again in a panic! This felt just like atop the cliff with Victoria on her back, taking her! Then the wild rush of the...fat...phallus generated the same sensation as had Victoria up on the cliff!

When the tip of that clit smashed into her 'spot' next to her cervix, stars flashed in her confused mind, just like when Victoria first took her! "OHHHHH!" she completely involuntarily moaned.

Cassiopeia chuckled with the girl's moan, but the chuckled broke off abruptly when her throat constricted from the delicious moist heat of her first belly. Grinding away far, far up "bat-girl's' guts, she rested her chin on the girl's shoulder. "No wonder Desiree likes using her cock!" she exclaimed to the panting, sweating 'bat-girl'. "Let's see what happens when I do this!"

Then she pulled back about a half foot and, after a momentary hesitation, thrust back in.

Both of them howled, both enthusiastically, when 'bat-girl's' womb and Cassiopeia's clit smashed together. The vampire Elf moaned as wet-hot bliss, as 'bat-girl's' pussy reflexively seized her nearly buried clit, while 'bat-girl' howled like she did so long ago under Victoria's sexual attack on that cliff.

"Oh! You are good at this!" Cassiopeia cried into Cassandra's ear. "Let's do more of this!" she added as she pulled back again, only to drive up into the spread eagled girl.

Batgirl's screams and moans began to echo off the Throne Room's walls.

Roger entered a room of soft lights, pastels and gossamer...everywhere! The first thing that popped into his head as he looked around the pink pillared, expansive room was: harem! No, not exactly right! Pillows, huge pillows, chiffon drapes, all in pink...

A Queen's harem! Yea, that's it! A harem for a dyke Queen!

Where cocks were not permitted!

Roger glanced down at his cock, bobbing up and down eagerly like a hound dog on the scent of a raccoon.

Talk about incongruous!

Well, he had a job to do! he told himself. Then Roger began stepping, carefully, around the pillows scattered all over the floor down what seemed, to him, to be a path going farther into the harem.

He had gone some hundred feet, and the lavender colored walls seem to be closing in around him, forming a kind of passage or hall, when he heard the most...youthfully feminine, quite human voice: "MMM! Look, Rita! I'm supposed to be out there, being you! If someone is to be raped by a Dark Lord, its supposed to be me!"

Then, softly, came another voice, higher pitched, which Roger recognized immediately as an Elf's, "Don't worry! No Dark Lord has been in my apartments in three thousand years! Now, scoot that pretty Hollywood ass back towards me, I'm famished!"

"No! Rita, stop it! Don't...Oh! Don't...not there! Don't lick me there...OHHHH! Fuck! You know I can't resist you when you suck me there! Damn you! Oh! Oh! OH! Moan! Damn you, Ok! Ok! Sit on my face, I wanna suck you too!"

Suddenly the voice was cut off...

Roger suddenly fantasized about a sweet young lesbian's face smothered by a pair of Flare-like asscheeks!

How can she breathe? popped into his head.

He shook his head irritably, driving out the frivolous question. Then Roger suddenly rushed forward...

He seemed to be able to...smell pussy ahead!

He burst through another wall of gossamer pastels and...

Immediately tripped over a pillow and landed on a floor composed of wall to wall mattress sized, pink pillows. As he bounced, trying to get control of himself, he could hear distinctly feminine squeals and giggles!

When he finally could roll onto his back, he quickly recognized that he had landed between two...gorgeous creatures! One on each side of him, they were young...looking...and very, very well built.

"Who are you?" came from his right, so he turned his head that direction. He caught the gorgeous creature trying to signal the other, on his left, to 'get away'!

Skillfully, without turning his head, he reached out with his left hand and ran into the other doll's leg, her ankle he surmised. He immediately and securely seized it. The owner pushed on his grasping hand momentarily, but without nearly the strength required to dislodge him, so, after a bit of feeble struggling, she stopped.

The naked female...very female...on his right frowned mightily. But, he noticed that her eyes kept drifting over to where his swollen organ lay across his stomach nearly to his sternum!

"Who are you?" he astutely asked.

She pulled her eyes from his obscene display and growled (as best an adorable stacked urchin could), "I am Chris...I mean, Princess Margarita!"

Roger looked at her ears. "No you're not. You are human! Wait a minute! I've seen you before! In movies!"

With great resignation she sighed and nodded. "I'm Christina Ricci."

Roger did a double take. Her? Here? How? He gasped out, "What are you doing here? Wait a minute! Are you a les..."

"Lesbian!?" she broke in, eyes flashing at Roger's unconscious leering anticipatory smile. "Is that what you were going to say? Lesbian, Dyke, Rug-muncher! Is that it?"

Typically for a male accosted by Christina's lesbian fury, Roger back tracked, "No offense! But I've always wondered if...that...was as influential in Hollywood as rumor has it?"

His question did not help Ms. Ricci's temper, "Oh! You mean the Great Lesbian-Hollywood Conspiracy? You think because we're great actresses we gotta belong to the GLHC?"

Roger just lay there, helplessly grinning at finally getting to see Christina Ricci in the buff. Right next to him!

And she was worth it! he told himself as his eyes quickly pasted over her extensive and well displayed 'talent'!

But she was on a roll..."Ok! Ok! You win! Yea, a girl has to take care of herself, right? I've been down on some of the biggest leading lady-types in Hollywood! But I made my career on my own talent! All-right?"

Nodding his head willingly, eyes fixed momentarily on her well over a handful of tit with pointed, rock hard nipples, Roger quickly replied, "Certainly! I believe you! I can see that you are a great talent!" He said the last while staring right at her hard nippled hooters. With just a slight hesitation, he added, "Who did you make it with?"

"The men?" she replied sarcastically.

Roger raised his vision up to her beautiful, though seriously frowning face, "No, the 'leading Lady-types'! Anyone I know? Madonna?" Roger was literally drooling.

She rolled her eyes. "Who hasn't? And she's pretty good on the pay back. Must of had lots of practice! But if you really want to know the dirt about the GLHC, why don't you let go of the...Elf?" She arched her back and spread her kneeling thighs, giving him a clear look at what Hollywood had to offer. And it was impressive...very impressive. "I can be very...entertaining to the right man!"

But Roger's brain (the one in his skull) was still functioning. ("Must be the Brisingamen", he told himself.) He turned to his left and looked up.

It was an Elf. And what an Elf! Typical long pointed ears, but a pair of gazongas that put to shame every Elf babe he had had the honor and utmost pleasure to see at least topless!

That is, excepting Queen Thora's awesome chest!

Hmmm!

She looked fifteen. Her waist was oh so tight and smooth, like a junior high cheerleader. But her hips were the opposite, downright wide, though hardly fat. Her legs were short, but proportionally full in the thighs.

Just like Queen Thora!

And she was staring, unblinking, right at his prick!

He could see the glow in her eyes.

Then he felt hands, dainty, smooth, feminine hands on his prick. He turned back to see Christine holding him!

"Let me take care of this..." she started. But she came up short when her hands were full of him and she tried to lift it. "Damn! What are you, John Holmes!?"

She suddenly had a wide eyed expression on her face of pure shock.

"Ah! I didn't ask for this." Roger said almost sheepishly.

Ms. Ricci was staring at his starting to jump schlong more like the Princess every minute. "Ah, look, Mister..."

"Call me Roger," Roger replied. He managed something like a friendly smile as Christina most pleasantly continued to hall and paw his beginning to throb prick in her dainty, talented hands.

She didn't, couldn't take her eyes off the...huge dick she was holding up into her face. "Ah, Roger, I don't know if I could put this...big thing in any part of me, but I'm willing to give it a real good shot if you'd just let go of the Elf."

"You mean the Princess here?" Roger said, looking at the now panting Elf on his left. Her eyes couldn't leave the dick in Christina's hands.

"You want this?" he asked the wide eyed Elf.

With a jerk Rita broke her hypnotized stare on his 'equipment' and looked down at him. Really, looked down imperiously like a Queen looking down at a mere commoner. "I do not want anything to do with...crude, common Men!" she replied coldly. Then she looked back at his huge commoner meat.

Her mother's daughter, alright! he thought. That's the Princess!

Roger rolled to his left, his throbbing pole flying out of Christina's hands (She could barely hold on to it, anyway!). Pulling on Rita's ankle, he forced the Princess to flop on her back with a little sharp squeal. Then Roger started to climb between her legs.

He tried not to grin too much in anticipation.

But he saw the look on that cherub face of the Princess, eyes wide and white, paralyzed with terror...real terror of the unknown...HIS unknown prick moving between her wide spread thighs...and he hesitated.

Looking down on the luscious but trembling in fear Elf, he thought, Look at her! Damn it! She's acting like a high school virgin in the back seat for the first time! Hell, she looks like a virgin! He saw the One Big Question of virgins written large across her sweet face: What it would be like to have a MAN climb upon her, all huge and hard and interested more in what's between her thighs than between her ears. Would it hurt?

She looked like a virginal college Freshman with a brash, testosterone overdosed Upperclassman climbing into her bed for the first time during Summer break with no roomies around...

To Roger's credit, he stopped in the face of such feminine discomfort and...downright fear.

Then Christina slapped him on his rock hard left bum. "Bastard!" she yelled. "Who do you think you are? Brad Pitt?"

Roger looked back. "Hey, I stopped, didn't I?"

"Well, not before you've scared her half silly! Don't you know anything about virgins?"

Roger nodded. Then he fell onto his left side alongside the Virgin Princess (Is there any other kind?). Finally he released her ankle. "Look," he said in his most gentle voice. "Do you know about the Myth about the return of Loki..."

"Of course I do!" she imperially barked back from her back. Those tits! Jutting up towards the ceiling like a pair of mountain peaks! "And my chastity is to be sacrificed to create the next Lord Loki!"

"Your chastity, Princess," Christina broke in with an emphasis on the 'Princess', "has been long gone! You've been fucking girls for three thousand years!"

A long moment of silence, then Rita's formal, frowning face broke out into embarrassed laughter. The two females had a good laugh as Roger lay there alongside them, feeling left out. After the laughter ended, Christina crawled on the Princess' other side.

"Are you going to rape me, MAN?" Rita suddenly blurted out once she stopped laughing, betraying the foremost thought in her mind. Her voice was no longer imperial.

It was a voice of a frightened little girl.

"The name's Roger, uh, Princess."

"Rita, Man." Rita replied.

"Sure, Rita. Look, I don't want to...to...force you! But things are getting hairy out there. We could have Dark Lords coming through that door any minute..."

Rita waved her hand and a metallic disc materialized in the air overhead. It showed a scene of the area where he had left Flare and Hermione. He saw two Elves laying one atop another and no Hermione.

"You see, no Dark Lords," Rita exclaimed. "Just two Guild Elves doing what they are supposed to when there is no danger to distract them."

"That's Flare!" Roger yelled while studying the image in the disc carefully. "Who's that on top of her?"

Rita looked carefully, then answered, "I do believe it is Lady Gem, who, if I am not mistaken, is betrothed to Flare. What could be so unusual about that?"

Roger ignored the 'betrothed' part. "Because Gem is back at the Jotunheim Pass, trying to free the Guild army! She couldn't have gotten back from there this quickly!"

Rita nodded solemnly. "It does appear that Dark Lord forces have breached our first line of defense! Very well, MAN! Against my better judgement, I must agree with you."

"Look, I have to get back out there! Flare is in danger! No offense, and don't get scared, but I have to fuck you...and now!"

"Now wait a moment!" she replied. "You were right about the threat, but that doesn't prove you should be the next Loki."

"This does!" he replied while waving his drooling Godcock before the two females.

Suddenly the Princess was cooing! "OOOOOOOO!"

Roger couldn't help but grin. Just like the others!

Frowning furiously, Christina slapped Rita's shoulder this time, knocking her out of that enrapt stare at his organ. Then she turned on Roger, "Damn it! Put that away! Can't you see she can't think straight with that in her face?"

That's the whole idea, Roger thought, wisely silently. Then he slowly and carefully reached out to cup one of Rita's magnificent boobs. "Look," he said to the movie star in as calm and soft a voice he could manage considering that he was under the circumstances of having seen his 'girl', Flare, under what had to be a Dark Lord Agent posing as Gem, "I'll be gentle and as loving as a mere MAN can be, but if I don't make a 'woman' out of her, there'll be at least one other horse hung...thing coming through that door pretty soon and they will not be as considerate! Now, are you going to help me or not? After all, at least I am Human!"

Christina chewed on her lower lip, then glanced in the direction of the door. Then, with a sigh, she nodded. But she was not happy.

Suddenly Roger was! Looking down at the Princess, all of the Snow White/Sleeping Beauty Disney fairy tale crap abruptly became very real.

This babe was a real looker! Looking up at him, deep blue eyes wide and white, ruby red lips pressed together in a not smile/not frown, she was obviously waiting for him to act. To her credit, she was trying very hard not to lock up, become completely rigid...like his dick was just then!

He took a moment to inspect her in detail. As he looked her up and down he kept reminding himself not to lear, not to look like he was doing what he was doing!

If he had glanced at Christina, all frowns of obvious disapproval, he would have thought he was a complete failure at that.

Princess Rita was a real heartbreaker. From her typical Elven elongated face with those anime almond shaped, deep blue eyes to her dainty, perfect little feet, she was the typical wet-dream female like Flare or Gem. Only more so.

Strawberry blond hair, curly to an extreme, of course, crowned her head between unusually long, even for an Elf, ears. But below that pointed chin...pure jailbait! The boob he gently held belonged to a fifteen year old, except way too big for such a little babe. It had to be the biggest set of tits in Alfheim (save for her mother's), and certainly the largest boob he had ever been permitted to handle. Yet it was firm, and conical, and...perfect! Her nipples were wide and pink and cone shaped and...wonderful just to look at.

When he released her boob to send his hand, gently he hoped, down over her smooth, flat, and soon heaving belly, the boob stayed perfectly upright, as if it were fake. One touch, though, would have convinced any experienced boob Man of the contrary.

Damn, her belly was smooth and soft! Yet, when it flexed and jumped under his alien Male touch, it betrayed strong musculature beneath. Her navel was miles deep as it rose and fell with her building pant.

He bent down to mouth her nearest nipple. One taste, one smell, of her and, no stopping it, he lost it. He screamed at himself to be gentle, but he couldn't withstand the instinct to start nursing on her.

She immediately cried out, oh so 'sweet sixteen' getting-her-first-tit-suck sexily, and started to writhe under him. When he abruptly pulled off her furiously red, distended hard nipple, she immediately raised her head to look at him with the most wanton, suddenly sweaty, face. "Don't stop! Please!" she pleaded in a voice straight from a Catholic Girl's High School locker room.

Roger complied at once.

"Oh! Yes! Hard like that! OOOO!" she squealed. Roger was perplexed, though joyously so. He knew that this babe just looked like she could put him in jail for what he was doing. It was really okay, he told himself, for she was three thousand (at least!) years old! He also knew she was a consummate dyke, having turned who knows how many women from Hollywood and wherever on Earth into wild lesbo bottoms and fisted probably every Elf that ever visited Asgard!

Why is she going nuts over my sucking?

He pulled off her quite well sucked nipple, a loud, infantile pop accompanying his withdrawal. "Are you okay?" he asked the seriously worked up Princess. He ran his crude Male hand back up over her ribcage to cup her other tit and found that nipple just as swollen pebbly hard as the one he had suckled, apparently, with such skill.

"Oh, yes! Don't stop! No one has sucked me like this! Sucked me so hard!" she panted.

He looked at Christina, who appeared to be completely shocked. "Don't look at me!" she replied. "I can't believe she's acting this way! She has always hated Men, whenever she spoke of them!"

Looking back down on the luscious piece of Elf tail writhing in utter wantonness beneath him, he pinched that stiff nipple and listened to the Elf bitch wail and thrash. Then, it came to him. Nobody had ever suckled her like a non-breast-fed, Playboy subscribing (never READ it), true red blooded Male! All these lesbians probably just giggle and lick and kiss and play touchy feellie without really nursing on those babyfeeders! Yea! That's the explanation.

He continued to torment her nipples, watching her thrash before him in utmost pleasure. She's almost...almost!...ready, he told himself smugly. He glanced down at her loins. That naturally bald and smooth mons rose up over a tight girl slit that showed no sign of sexual arousal. Down there she looked as tight and immature physically as a prepubescent girl.

Damn! Roger gasped silently. If this were back home, I'd already be looking at 'Fifteen to Life' in the slammer, just for seeing what I've already seen! How can I get my Hentai sized pole into THAT without tearing her asunder?

Then, within his head, came that voice again: "Do her! Now!"

It echoed seemingly forever between his ears. When it faded a wave of testosterone/steroid overdosed passion, like he was a professional baseball player in the '90's, swept him. Suddenly his gentlemanly instincts went out the window...

With a growl he looked back at Rita's face as his nipple pinching hand started down her ribcage once more...

The little sexpot nodded so eagerly and smiled so damn sexily. Then, as his hand moved over her belly, making no disguise as to its destination, she closed her eyes and arched her back, raising up her hips, just as his hand reached her mons.

When she opened her eyes again, Roger's face was descending...

With an utterly agreeable wedding night moan, the Princess wrapped her arms around Roger's neck and pulled him into a devastating, Flare quality, kiss just as his fingers crested her pubic mound and slid into her 'tight' slit.

She moaned again, into their kiss, as his hand fell into the boiling swamp between her willingly spreading thighs. Damn she was wet! And open! Roger told himself as the Elf Princess effortlessly stole his breath and soul with that kiss.

His fingers, then his hand nearly disappeared between her, admittedly tight, no doubt bright pink, and certainly soaked labia. Then, without much searching, his fingers slipped into her hole.

He decided, as he felt that cinnamon scented/tasting tongue press against his lips, to probe a little. His middle finger gently pressed into her vaginal opening...

And immediately disappeared to the last knuckle!

Then his second finger followed!

He foolishly opened his mouth to her tongue as his third finger followed. Then, as he tried not to gag (unsuccessfully) as that feet long tongue slid down his throat, her pussy clamped down on his three fingers with no-nonsense, bone crushing force!

As the thrill of her pussy's...dexterity swept him, something told him that every Guild Elf lost in sex wrestling at least once in a while, including Princesses!

He was suddenly swept with a brief, but intense vision of this sweet young thing writhing with her belly bulging and heaving under a grinning, triumphant 'arm half buried in Princess belly' Guild Elf...no, Gem! Yea, that's it! Gem!

His towering prick, throbbing and bobbing over her wide spread right thigh, dumped a good cup of precum all over that smooth, babybutt smooth flesh.

Rita moaned into his tongue filled mouth like a whore faking it. Then her arms around his neck released him...

And a count later he felt her little, STRONG hands grip his schlong!

He immediately welcomed their greedy, demanding grip on him by dumping another cup sized offering of manchowder all over her wrists and extended forearms.

She just moaned into his violated and lingus dominated mouth again, and made him gag all the more.

Then he heard Christina gasp, obviously in GLHC induced shock, "My God, girlfriend! You said you'd never touch a Man there! What a closet slut you are!"

Roger couldn't agree more!

The little darling uninhibitedly hauled his meat to between her legs, and Roger quickly followed, hastily pulling his fingers out of Rita (she was kind enough to release his digits first). Then Roger felt incredibly hot moistness wrap around his pudcap!

When Rita abruptly pulled her tongue completely out of his thorough violated mouth, she simultaneously wrapped those full and, it would turn out, powerful thighs around his waist.

She was holding him down, in perfect position for his mounting of her, with his cockhead half buried and exactly lined up with her 'virgin' womanhood!

What a Princess!

Then that voice roared in his skull, "Do her!"

While it rang through his consciousness, she had wrapped her sloppy forearms around his neck again. Just as he recovered she pulled his head down, with incredible strength, until his face was tucked into her neck and left shoulder, right next to her ear.

"Do me!" she urgently, sexily husked privately into his burning ear, speaking oh so softly so Christina couldn't hear any more of her betrayal of the GLHC. "You are My Lord! You are Lord Loki! Become him! Fuck me! Fuck me brainless!"

The words ignited something way, way down in his most primitive primate medulla. Something not only primitive in the evolution of the primate line, but also ultimately demanding of his action, irresistibly compulsive to his ape brain and very, very MALE in orientation.

Without further urging, thinking, or preparation, Roger thrust.

And that sloppy pussy gave way like he was fucking mashed potatoes, and, as the Princess shrieked her violation, Roger sank into the hottest, sloppiest, most wonderful (to a Male) pussy of his life!

And soon to be the tightest, most demanding and cum suckling woman-hole of Human Evolution! Or, at least, Roger's experience with women!

Abruptly he recognized where the meaning of 'snatch' for this wondrous female opening came from!

'Gem' was smoothly, rhythmically, potently humping Flare's mound and clit, crushing Flare's hooded button upon her pubic bone, driving the Guild Elf bottom to outrageous heights of mind numbing sexual pleasure. Helpless in her eager submission to her 'Gem', Flare was lost in the wild pleasure of being dominated by her 'Commander' once again.

'Gem' tucked her face into Flare's neck, inhaling the sweet, cinnamon body odor of a Guild Elf in mind-distracting heat. "You are so hot, so eager, Baby!" she growled, licking, tasting the Elf's neck. "You have missed me?"

"OHH!" the dangerously aroused Guild Elf immediately barked back, "Oh yes, My Lady! It is so good to have you back! It is so good to serve under you again!"

Desiree-in-'Gem'-disguise grinned. She couldn't ask for more! This bimbo Elf was putty in her hands now! Clueless! And now was the time to finish her resistance!

For a brief moment 'Gem' closed her eyes and her brow furrowed. Then, between her legs, atop her pussy slit, her 'clit' began to swell...

Dramatically!

Flare, eyes closed in erotic/romantic bliss, overjoyed to be again united with her Commander and Love, still had her mind running in combat mode, even if her body wasn't. A nagging, all too irritating thought kept reoccurring: How did Gem get back so quickly?

Then another wave of searing passion would blank out her rationality as 'Gem' continued her rhythmic, merciless, relentless humping of the Guild Elf's stiff little clit.

Flare called out in bliss as their, perfectly shaped, of course, conical boobs pressed and battled together, 'Gem's' broad pink and stiff nipples flicked over and across Flare's scarlet nipple cones, creating shocking, hip squirming bolts of pure feminine pleasure that helped in befuddling her rational thinking.

"Oh, Gem, My Lady, I love you!" the Elf blurted out, franticly filling her hands with 'Gem's' substantially larger than normal tits.

Gem's breasts really WERE bigger, much bigger, than the last time Flare had grabbed them...the last time she had served under her Commander!

How? her mind replied. And Why is she back from her mission so soon! Too soon to have completed the mission Lord Roger gave her!

The glowing red eyed Gem's clit continued to...grow. Longer with each hump, proportionately wider as it extended into ridiculous, Loki-like dimensions, it soon was smoothly and heavily sliding over Flare's little button in fifteen inch long strokes with devastating effects upon the bottom Elf's normally, when on duty, restrained libido.

Flare was rapidly in crisis. Her thinking became distracted and foggy, like with a drug, from 'Gem's' very effective, and becoming more so, humping. Almost as soon as that glowing God-Cock reached full length and width upon her sex mound Flare began raising her hips, trying to press her throbbing clit up against the underside of the now Loki sized meat-tube sawing to and fro over her mound.

Happily Flare counter humped that sawing cock. She kept her eyes closed in bliss, almost afraid of what she would see would spoil this wonderful moment with 'Gem'!

'Gem' quickly kicked Flare's sword well out of the Guild Elf's reach, then continued the onslaught.

The effect upon the Elf of presenting her floppy pink lipped, soaked pussy with its fully erected, though still diminutive, clit up to the grinding, wetly sliding, clit crushing heavy cock riding her was dramatic. Soon a wildly panting Flare was throwing her legs impulsively up into the air until her toes were pointing towards the peaked roof hundreds of feet overhead. Instinctively she knew this position enabled what she didn't know at the moment was a, now, eighteen inches long and arm wide slab of all too masculine Cock to grind down and crush her vulnerably displayed, jumping little Elf joy-button.

Then those tits still clutched in Flare's talons swelled dramatically in her grasp!

Desiree no longer had a need to disguise herself as Gem!

She had this little Elf bitch! And she knew exactly what the Elf bitch was going to do in pay back for her humiliating assault upon HER!

In a last ditch effort to break the seduction spell Desiree, now having fully discarded her Gem disguise, had placed on Flare when she first kissed her, the Elf's rational mind screamed, "Gem, no Elf, can enlarge their tits like this! Dark Lord Black Magic!"

Quite befuddled and distracted by the delicious romantic/sexual pleasure tormenting her mind, Flare gasped into Desiree's face, and her eyelids flew up...

Simultaneously the over-towering Desiree atop the humping Elf hooked her arms behind Flare's upraised knees and powerfully, needlessly forcefully, drove Flare's knees to the hard, stone floor alongside the Elf's ribs.

Flare, eyes wide open now, finally saw and registered that the glowing red eyes and arrogant smirk above her was not her brave, beautiful Commander and Love, Lady Gem, but the face of the Dark Lord Aesir!

On top of her!

"Oh, No!" was all she could gasp, sounding like a helpless little girl, as the firmly, smoothly humping Aesir glared down on her.

The Aesir's smirk widened into a full fledge grin of triumph as she thrust her hips forward and slid her fully formed and erect Loki Cock over the shocked and humbled Guild Elf's upturned twat, crushing the Elf's clit between sliding, steel hard meaty cockshaft and her own pubic bone.

Flare's startled and temporarily angry face instantly collapsed into a slack mouth, overwhelmed squinting eyed face of irresistible, Elf compelling...pleasure as the cock slid forward until it arched, drooling, over her belly and chest. "OOOOOHHHHH!" went the pleasure dominated Elf through the entire fifteen inch long slide over her still little clit.

"Look at your fate, Elf!" Desiree growled.

Flare obeyed and, even though the cock couldn't glow because of the dampening field, her eyes widened in obscene fascination nonetheless. "OOOOOOO!" she cooed, even without the glow!

Desiree pulled back, rubbing over a defenseless, nonresistant Flare's twat. Flare moaned like a slut as it slid. Then the Aesir, in full torture mode, thrust forward.

And Flare moaned even louder.

Three full cycles, fifteen inches forward, fifteen inches back followed. With each Flare squirmed impotently and moaned loudly, unable to stop the awesome pleasure of Loki Cock sliding over Elf clit, nor resist its effects.

"Now you are ready, Elf! Let me show Gem how I get revenge!" Roared Desiree as she reared her hips back a few inches farther to permit her throbbing godcock's blunt tip to slip down between Flare's wide spread thighs, her dripping, soaked thighs, and nest between the Elf's flaming pink, sloppy and floppy labia. After making sure she was seated properly in Guild Elf twat, the Aesir looked up at a sweating, panting, tit clenching Flare, "Oh yes, Guild Elf! Let's see who stabs who, NOW!" And she thrust forward mightily.

And Flare wailed her defeat as that penile spear drove into her dramatically swelling belly effortlessly and mercilessly, instantly filling her vaginal tube to near bursting and smashing into her womb like a medieval battering ram. The transsexual monster chuckled as she continued her thrust, making sure she pushed her weapon way, way up into the wailing Flare, forming a softball sized and shaped bulge in the Elf's formerly taut belly just below her navel.

Flare grimaced fiercely with the awesome pleasure that that cock, plunging so deep so quickly into her, forced upon her. She pounded on the Aesir's stacked and broad chest with suddenly impotent fists as the triumphantly smirking Desiree pulled her big assed hips back a good foot, then drove in again to the accompaniment of Flare's howls of outrageous pleasure. Then the god hung bitch began plowing Flare, fast and hard, her huge, hot, rock firm balls slapping off Flare's full, round and firm Guild butt-cheeks. Flare's belly began quivering like jello under the furious pounding, her cervix rapidly giving way to the beast violating her.

Desiree's assault was relentless, remorseless, inhumanly potent. No Elf, better yet Flare, stood a chance of resisting such a rape. Soon, too soon Flare would say later in humiliated remorse, the delicious Guild Elf was clutching the Aesir's huge tits instead of punching them. Hoarsely panting as that cock knocked the air out of her lungs, she could only stare up at the triumphant Aesir, her eyes wide like an anime character's, her mouth open in utter shock from the enslaving pleasure of taking Desiree's pride and lovingly servicing it.

Then, as the Elf's head began tossing, and her almond shaped eyes rolled up out of sight, Flare's dainty toes, still pointing up, clenched furiously alongside Desiree's face.

"Yea! Cum for me, Guild Bitch!" Desiree, feeling her magnificent organ suddenly drenched in fresh Elf pussy-juice, betraying Flare's unwanted orgasm under her, roared down upon the convulsing Flare's tossing face. "Can't stop cuming, can you? Just like that Bitch Gem will, when I get my hands on her! You won't want Gem or any other of your cunt licking sisters when I am finished with you. And then I'll look for Gem! Yea! Cum for me! Cum for me, just like that cow Queen of yours did! Yea, take it! You'll soon want for nothing else than My Cock in your belly! Welcome your new God, Elf!"

The crack-like slap of huge, hard nuts off of firm, plump horseback exercised buns began to echo in the mammoth hall. Soon Flare's wails of orgasmic surrender would join them.

Hermione was fucked!

Bouncing on Moira's Dark Lord Cock, raised and lowered effortlessly in the mighty arms of Moira herself, the teenaged Mage could no longer resist Moira's wants and desires.

Now she knew what "fucked into submission" meant to these Elves!

"I'll talk! I'll talk! I'll talk!" the naked schoolgirl pleaded, screamed, surrendered to the red eyed, fang displaying, hideously grinning Dark Lord Mistress. She just couldn't fight it...the orgasms! Her mind will be destroyed! She'd be fucked into a lump, mindless, if Moira keeps using her like this!

All she could hope for was that Moira had a use for her, so she would just use her, fuck her, for awhile and stop before any real damage was done to her mind! Fervently Hermione prayed that Moira really didn't want revenge on her for some slight in the past! That Moira didn't really want to fuck her brainless!

"I'll talk! I'll talk! Oh, please, I'll tell you where the Princess is! AAAAAHHHH!" and the Mage 'suffered' through another massive wave of pure, mind blanking sexual bliss.

While Moira just continued to raise and lower the squealing girl on her, actually Lord Dread's, Cock.

Then, just as another will crushing orgasm seized her, Hermione swore she saw for the briefest time a bright flash of light from behind Moira!

But, a second later, Moira's torturing cockhead smashed into a descending Hermione's cervix, punched right through it and impacted the roof of her womb to push her guts a good four inches up towards her diaphragm and, once more, her mind blanked out in monstrous pleasure.

Seconds later, when she could temporarily see, she noticed that Moira's hideously smirking face had transformed into a wide eyed, open mouth mask of utter surprise and shock!

As she was lowered again into orgasmic doom, her stuffed feminine organs also registered something to her fading consciousness: The cock stuffing her was suddenly, and unexpectantly, swelling inside her!

Dramatically swelling!

Was Moira going to cum? Oh no! Fill her with enslaving Dark Lord semen?!

Then Moira roared and Hermione felt something hot, filling and surging shoot into and flood her womb!

Then a screaming Hermione was flying through the air, trailing strands of cum from her still spread wide pussy!

And Moira continued to howl as Hermione landed, some three feet away from the end of Moira's jumping cock, upon her fortunately well padded butt.

Looking up at the howling Dark Lord Mistress an instant later, Hermione saw that slick, shiny, HUGE cock jump up and spew a massive bolt of yellow-white spooge. It had to be a yard long and as wide as her hand. In a majestic, rapid arc the goo flew through the air...to hit Hermione right between the eyes!

YUK! She squealed as she was drenched with tacky, gooey, smelly, hot spunk! It slapped down over her mouth, down her chin, sticking between her tits and covering her navel.

She quickly managed to clear her eyes in time to see Moira's eyes light up and that cock again jerk.

"No!" she squealed when another massive spurt of wadd splattered across her face!

What was happening?

Twice more Hermione was subjected to a massive spooging as Moira howled and spewed. Hermione, getting more and more aroused, as well as enjoying the taste and smell of Dark Lord Wadd, with each unloading of Moira's spunk upon her, became so hot, in fact, that the last massive jet of spooge was met with Hermione's wide open mouth!

Finally, as the Schoolgirl Mage tried to swallow the cup sized mouthful of cum that was Moira's last spew, the mad pulses of testicle goo stopped from the Dark Lord Cock.

But not Moira's howling.

Wiping her eyes of the last of the gamey goo, then licking her fingers clean of it, she stared up at the overwhelmed Moira, stunned. Howling like a nitwit, eyes wide and white, the Dark Lord Mistress was obviously assaulted by something, and its effects certainly seemed orgasmic from the drenching Hermione took!

Then the Mage saw 'hands' holding Moira's arms back at the elbows! The hands had short stubby fingers and they were entirely covered with long, dark hair!

Then, in between Moira's howling, Hermione heard an animal-like snort!

Horns suddenly appeared over and behind Moira's head! They were short and curved inward...and she saw a dark, hairy head rise above Moira's head, carrying those horns!

Then a snout dropped upon Moira's left shoulder, announcing itself with another snort! A snout like on a cow!

Or Bull!

Moira's cock was completely flaccid by now, hanging between her legs, drooling left over cum impotently to the floor. Hermione saw a bulge in Moira's belly, a bulge rising up her belly, outlined by her belly, that had to be a foot long, and resembling the outline of a cock! A very massive, Loki long and wickedly wide cock!

Hermione looked up at a heavy lidded face of Moira and the muzzle of what was behind her. The eyes, tiny and set close together above and behind the muzzle, glowed red...

"Oh my!" gasped Hermione through a cum coated mouth and throat. "The Minotaur! The Minotaur is loose!"

Roger was going to cum!

He couldn't help it! This Elf babe had to be the sexiest, hottest, most cum hungry...babe he ever met! No sooner did he begin stroking...

Stroking his outrageously huge prick uninhibitedly into the Princess, and without a squawk from the supposedly inexperienced, downright virginal Princess, than his balls began to boil and the most delicious, orgasm inducing hot, wet, velvety friction encased his prick!

It was heavenly!

The Princess acted like she had waited her entire life to be porked by him! She cooed so sexily into his ear when he sank impossibly deep into her sucking belly! She clawed his back with rising passion as his passion rose.

Her pussy sucked on his withdrawals...actively sucked on him! And then clutched him...like a 'snatch' should, at the bottom of each stroke!

What a Princess!

"OH! OOOO! M'Lord! You feel so good! You go so deep! Use me, I love your big, divine cock way, way up inside me! Cum in me! Cum for me! Give me your child, make me your woman! Oh! You're so good! Ah!"

She knew all the right words.

Roger didn't stand a chance with this Elf babe.

She had been waiting three thousand years for him. All the lesbian stuff was to pass the time!

He felt claws grip his ass! It was Rita and she was gripping his working asscheeks to pull him forward, increasing the speed and depth of his thrusts! She was doing more than just voicing her desire for his seed...she was dragging him into her.

Then that pussy started milking him...and he lost control.

What a Princess!

He sped up his thrusts, no longer caring, or even cognizant of how far up that delightful belly he was jabbing, or what damage he could be doing to the 'virgin' Princess' girl guts, he could think of nothing else but...

Unloading into that Elf babe's sucking belly!

When Christina, the traitorous bit...er...actress began milking his Princess ass bouncing balls, using those Hollywood designed and trained fingernails to expertly...EXPERTLY!... torment his boiling balls and goad him on, he really knew he was doomed!

Then that fairy-tale fantasy man-killer wasted him! She killed him just as certain as if she pressed a .45 to his head and...

The little monster stuck her Elf long and talented tongue (Just the tip but that was more than enough!) right into his left ear as she continued to...powerfully!... pull him into her merciless godcock destroying pussy by the twin grips on his working gluteus maximii.

And when that man mastering pussy then clamped down on his throbbing, jumping, belly buried meat...she murdered him! End of the Battle! Roger's Last Stand!

"Oh!" Masculinely mortally wounded, Roger moaned his crushing defeat into her ear as his, by now, impressively well build body locked, his arms crushing the, he was sure, smirking Princess to him. His woman swallowed cock was wildly throbbing, and getting much stiffer, thereby giving away to Rita his condition of near spewgasm. And he couldn't stop! His body seemed on automatic...

With Rita cooing and urging him on into his ear, and her claws pulling on his back and butt, and Christina working his balls into 'creme of Roger' he didn't have a chance...

One last hot, fast slide into orgasm and...WHAM!

He managed to feel the first bolt of red hot babystuff gush through his prostate and enter his penile injector, but white hot blinding, mind obliterating bliss overran his wadd and mercifully claimed him the instant before he spewed...

His last feeble memories of all too natural, penile defeat were: There! He was there! The sudden grinding of his hips into Rita's saddle, polishing the end of his maximally swollen cockhead against the roof of the Princess' womb while his right hand furiously gripped the Princess by her Flare quality asscheeks, only to slip into that Grand Canyon of an asscrack, and...and...and...he-was-there!

"Yes!" he roared instinctively into Rita's ear and the first burning hot convulsion started but bliss had already taken him over...

He swore, in his last blow against female tyranny, that he distinctly heard Rita squeal with the power of his first womb filling spew right into her!

Suddenly!

Nothing!

Literally, No-thing!

Everything was blank!

It became so still! Calm! Quiet! He couldn't feel anything! Hear anything! See anything!

"Hey, relax! It will pass once you've gotten some input. The senses don't catch up to your mind for awhile, so relax! Everything is alright! Trust me! You've done it! And it took you long enough!"

The voice was friendly, distinctly male, but not sounding overly aggressive. Furthermore it didn't sound like some kind of asshole!

Roger thought, "And you are?"

"I am what Loki left behind to help whoever managed to get this far do a good job...as a god!"

"Oh, you're like Loki Help 1.0?" Roger replied.

"Sorta, but more like 10.5 than 1.0. Been in that Brisingamen for one hell of a long time. Had lots of time to think and improve on Loki's image and the knowledge he chose to leave behind. That's what I am, the knowledge and memories of Loki that he thought should be passed on to his successor."

"Where am I?" Roger quickly shot back. "I can't see anything!"

"Naturally, you're eyes are closed! But recall your last memories...hint: You were cuming like a fire-hose into the hottest lay you ever had! Even better than Flare, if I remember your subconscious correctly!"

"Right! I...see that memory...she was...er...is a great little sextoy! But not better than Flare! But that's all I see...or remember! Hey! You can read my mind?"

"I AM your mind! At least part of it, now, and I can read, sense, record every thought you have, even your subconscious ones! For instance: You've been feeling self-conscious about porking all these Elf babes over the past weeks when you originally came here to get Janey back, right?"

If Roger's mind could blush, it would.

"Don't worry about me! I'm literally IN as well as on your side! My interest is what Loki...'programmed' me to do: Educate the next Loki (if one ever shows up) and make sure they don't do any serious fuck-ups before they get used to the job. I'm on your side! Sorry about dredging up bad suppressed memories. But, I feel, and enjoy, everything you do! Especially those Elf babes!"

"No! I need to be reminded...I've been too...preoccupied with..."

"Don't you worry! I know...er...Loki knew how easy it was to get 'preoccupied' with those luscious and talented fuckbunnies he created. Think about embarrassing! He created them and most of the time they had HIM wrapped around their fingers instead of them wrapped around his...er...get the idea?"

Roger's mind nodded. "They've turned into monsters..."

"Only with your permission, remember that! You are now a god, THE ONE AND ONLY TRUE Loki...you're in charge now! You're the man...er...god! That's what I'm here for! Tell me what you want to know!"

Well, everything! There was so much Roger wanted to ask! For long minutes Loki Help remained silent, with admirable patience, while Roger went through everything he wanted answers to. Finally, he decided to start at the beginning, with the most basic questions first.

"Am I expected to do Magic?"

"Of course! You're expected to be the best in Lokin at casting spells!"

"Then how do I? And what is magic? Hell, I don't even believe in magic!"

"Of course! You're from Earth, there's hardly any magic left on Earth! When all those gods left, like Loki did, they took their magic with them!

"Okay, 'Magic' is a method of using energy, like everything else in the Universe. Only, from what your mind tells me, Human's haven't gotten nearly as far as they need to into...particle physics to know about the roots of 'Magic'!

"You have memories about something called String Theory. That is as far as your physics has come to understanding what the Universe is made of. The basic stuff all the atoms and everything is constructed of. Not bad idea, too. Ain't right. But a nice try. But that's Science for you. If you're wrong often enough and long enough some really bright orangoutang recognizes the errors and corrects them and...a new leap in the Laws of Physics! And believe me, Humans have not been nearly as slow and downright stupid as some other...'intelligent beings' Loki's seen! Just that the apes Humans evolved from were into sex, thusly so are you and that leaves Loki and He's just a perv., so he found Human sexuality really 'interesting' on a 'very' intellectual level and thus we are here up to our asses in fucktoys!

"But leave it at that! You can look into other 'intelligences' later, after you're settled in you new job. Around an eon from now, if you're as bright as that guy Hawking you keep wishing you were as smart as!"

"I wish you wouldn't do that!" Roger replied. "Its getting like you're reading my diary over the radio!

"Hey, its going no more farther than your skull, just like before! But, okay. I'll lighten up on you."

After a short delay, Loki Help went on, "Now everything in this Universe runs on universal Laws, the Laws of Physics. EVERYTHING! Magic is just another way of manipulating matter and energy. Its based on (This is my best guess! You are not a physicist, after all, and I suspect that Loki even didn't understand the minute details!) the way energy/matter acts about two levels smaller down from your strings. Actually, you're not that far off from getting that level right!

"For comparison, when you can use white giant stars for supercolliders, you'll be at the level of matter one below strings. When you can use what you call Black Holes, you'll be at the level where the laws governing, separately, matter and energy are unified. The way everything was the very tiniest split second after your Big Bang."

"Oh wow!" Roger's mind perked up. "I'm not going Star Trek on you, but can you tell me..."

"About your 'Big Bang'? Well, it is integral to Loki's story. Why not?"

"Is it correct? Are we right? What caused it?"

"Look, you have the basic idea down. After all, with all the evidence around you...galaxies all traveling away from a common source, red shift, yadda, yadda, yadda. You guys would have to be as stupid as...the Three Stooges act not to notice! But you still have a bunch of rather important details to work out. But when you do! It will make 'Star Trek' seem like the Wright Brothers!

"As to where or who it came from, that's easy! Loki did it!"

"What!?"

"Well, he was there. It was...I guess you'd call it 'his civilization' that actually caused it. He never told me the details except that it was a stupid mistake by a couple of new hires. The moral equivalent of making a calculation of the trajectory of a space probe to Mars in metric, then forgetting to tell the other guy who though it was in the English system, only Loki's civilization was working on, to Humans, very advanced, and dangerous, Cosmology."

"My...er, really?"

"Well, how can or should you become a god except by surviving the biggest disaster in the Universe? According to Him, he and some hundreds of his fellow soon-to-be-gods managed some clever trick of physics that I can't even pronounce better yet understand to 'bypass' the event..."

"Oh, how Star Trek!" Roger interrupted.

"What? Oh, that. Yes, that Kirk did get away with way too much fortuitous probability! But Loki liked him...always porking those green girls with those long legs!"

Roger smiled inwardly, and nodded whole hearted agreement.

"But, back to Magic. Well, since the Big Bang utterly destroyed their civilization, and everyone else's, the survivors scattered to who knows where. Loki eventually found Earth. He wasn't alone. At least a few others found some mountaintops in where you call the "Middle East" to hang around awhile. Some where even overheard gambling over the weather by the indigenous sheep herders. But those 'Lokis' eventually got bored apparently and left.

"Boredom is a god's worse enemy and avoiding it becomes a god's worse bad habit. Loki found sex was an 'acceptable' substitute for boredom, which is what got him in trouble in the first place. You see, his civilization didn't use anything like sex to procreate. So it was kinda new to him, exciting, you know. And those blond babes kind of took to him. He always kept his ladies warm, I guess. Or maybe it was his foot and a half of 'personality'?

"Well, Loki had chosen Scandinavia to live in. The males there were called Norsemen, Vikings, bloodthirsty killers, and so on. They were not a bunch of sheep herders! The Norsemen a) resented Loki helping himself to their attractive and endlessly horny blond women so b) they rebelled. Apparently Norsemen are no slouches when it comes to fighting! Loki once told me not to sent his replacement back there, for he figured he would have nuke all of Scandinavia to stop them from hacking him to pieces, so he decided to make his own little world and populate it with his own, hand-made (so to speak) little blond fuck dolls. Thus the Guild. Where did the other Elves come from? Same thing, only by then Loki wanted some variety! Spice of life, after all! When he got bored with blond sextoys, he created the Drow, for instance. They gave him a...challenge!"

"Magic?" Roger interrupted.

"Oops! Sorry, got carried away! Magic, yes!

"Well, magic comes from that very basic level of physical interaction that I mentioned before. Where there is no clear dividing line between matter or energy. Thus, you can manipulate both or one or the other...all with the same 'tools'. What Loki's civilization discovered was since organic brains generate electrical and magnetic signals when their cells...neurons you call them, fire electrically, even though the voltage, or power, generated by the neurons are low, one of the weird things about physics is the farther down the complexity curve you get, the less energy it takes to get it to act! Its the type of signal that creates the change, not the power! Kinda like vibrations.

"Gods, Loki, now you, can generate just the right vibration..."

"You mean 'flavor'?"

"Exactly! That Hermione has been sharing her secrets, eh? In exchange for what, may I ask?"

"You know what!" Roger grinned, remembering the topless Schoolgirl Mage.

"You know that that little schoolgirl is a real 'head' case! She really likes going down on a guy! Especially if he's more than a foot long!"

Roger rolled his imaginary eyes. "Good, next time she gives me a 'Oh-I-can't-wait-for-Roger-to-stick-his-dick-in-my-mouth face, you remind me! Now, how about the magic? How do I control it?"

"You're going to have to learn this sooner or later! But, okay, most practical stuff first!

"The flavor of your cast depends on the firing of your neurons in a certain, very precise pattern. The cast, or the spell itself, the mantra of the spell, is important because it creates that pattern of firing in the neurons of the correct neuronal pathway in your brain. So, when you either say the mantra or think it, the neuronal pathway fires just the right way, and the distinct, though weak, electromagnetic signal created induces the result you're trying to get. If you've been properly trained and have went through the Mage Enspelling ritual, which puts the proper neuronal pathways into the proper place in your brain. You, being a 'god', have those pathways already planted in your brain. I, or, more precisely, the Brisingamen did, when you first shot off into Princess here!

"It takes much practice in Mages to get the neuronal pathway established, get its own particular cadence right, how fast or slow to speak the spell, and other factors, better yet memorizing all those mantras!

"Gods get it all, naturally! Its embedded in your mind. You can't forget it, even if you tried!"

"I have it?" Roger interrupted.

"You will, once you're up to speed! The Brisingamen is loading them into your permanent memory as we speak. Actually welding the neurons into their pathways. You will just have to learn which spells do what. That might take some time..."

"Quick! What is the spell that makes Elves love you!" Roger enthusiastically jumped in.

Now it was Loki Help 10.5 turn to roll his nonexistent eyes. "Elves don't love gods! Haven't you figured that out, yet? Loki made those Elves obsessive lesbians for a reason! He didn't want them falling in love with impostors, who would be men with big, fat, dicks! Instead he 'programmed' the little babies in the opposite! Guild Elves don't love men, they kill men...I mean impostors!"

"Oh! You mean..."

"I mean they can never love you! And you better learn this: Gods don't love either! They can't afford it! Flare, Gem, they will never 'love' you, no matter how nice you are to them! But, you whip out that glowing Johnston of yours and they'll happily spend eternity squatting on it, and blowing you till their bellies look pregnant, and praise you sincerely and earnestly for another three thousand years as you butt fuck them!

"But they will not...they cannot 'love' you. You will always be just a sex object to them...and ultimate Master, but not 'husband'! I'm sorry! You'll just have to get used to unlimited, enthusiastic, ball draining sex from each and every Elf you see! I hate being the carrier of such sad tidings, but it is for your own good! I guess there is a price to pay to become a god!"

"Sigh!" Roger replied. "I suppose you make sense. It's just..."

"...just that you can fuck, seduce, rape, fertilize any female you want in this world! Isn't that enough for a god?"

"It might just be!" Roger replied. Then he silently added, "and maybe not enough for a god like me!"

Then Roger added. "I can fuck anyone here? Does that include that Desiree or Moira?"

Loki Help smiled. "Well, yes and no! They are females, true! And technically you can have relations with anybody that has an...opening that your cock can fit in! But you better have the entire Guild Army with you to hold her down and stop her casting if you want to force yourself on either!"

"I thought I was a god!"

"And you thought gods were all powerful? Why do these people from Earth have that silly idea? Loki told me that the Universe has been going through something that you would call a Big Bang approximately every 30 Billion of your years. His civilization found artifacts of prior events, artifacts for at least eight such events in the past of the Universe! And he thought each had been caused by an accident of the most advanced civilization of their time! A civilization that was trying to become omnipotent! It doesn't work! There are no omnipotent gods!

"If you look, every god in the Earth Pantheon has had to manipulate natural events. None of them have been able to say, rip apart the planet, right in-front of Moses, and then put it back together, just to show him that at least one god is behind him! No, what did Moses get? A burning bush...in the dry desert! There have been no truly unnatural events on Earth, events that cannot be explained as natural phenomenon, in the memory of your race! So that must mean that either there are no supernatural gods, or your gods are not omnipotent!

"Now I hope you don't think you are omnipotent! Desiree might just get two Loki cocks sticking out between her legs if you do!"

Growing more disillusioned by the minute, Roger barked back, "Okay, wise ass! Why am I not omnipotent? I have always been taught that God...er...my god was 'all wise, all loving, all...everything'! Why not omnipotent?"

"Simple. The basic Laws of Physics, conservation of matter and energy, and the law of entropy. When you get to the level of physics that magic works on, where what we call energy and matter coexist together, like blended together Siamese twins, these laws really get important!

"Magic flows, it never stands still...wait! Roger, reach out with your mind's eye. Look around you..."

"What? You want me to open my eyes!"

"No, you can't right now anyway. No, your inner eye, what you call your mind's eye. It originates in the limbic region, near the center of the Cerebrum, where dreams originate...its where you create your own images in your head. Take that eye and direct it outward. You can do it, the Brisingamen gave you that ability when it entered your brain. Its what 'gods' can do. It will be like an out of body experience..."

"Oh wow!" Roger suddenly gasped when, as soon as he thought of visualizing the inside of his skull and then he imagined passing through it, he did! At least in his 'imagination' he did. Suddenly his 'eye' gave him a perspective from a position seemingly 'hovering' a few inches above his forehead. Then doubts crept in his logical mind. "Is this 'real'? This is not just my imagination?"

Suddenly a wave of nausea and vertigo swept him. It was violent, and most unpleasant. He couldn't see how he avoided ralphing up his last meal, (And he remembered that he was atop the Princess! Puking all over her while he porked her wouldn't be very romantic!) but, somehow, he didn't.

"I'm sick!" was all he said.

"Don't worry, its natural. It will pass and never return. You're a god, remember."

"Why didn't I throw up, I really wanted to!"

"Look down," was all Loki Help said.

Immediately upon ordering his 'imaginary' eye to rotate, Roger's mind's eye rotated down until he saw the top of his forehead, and below that Rita's luscious, grimacing face.

"They're not moving!" he gasped.

"Right! Time has stood still since you shot you first jet of cum into her. I sort of took the liberty to do that when the transference from the Brisingamen to your brain started. It was scheduled to occur with your first fertilizing spurt into her, and, frankly, I didn't have the time to explain all this in real time. Don't worry, though, everything will go back to normal, but only when you decide to let it! You are a god, after-all! But, until then, your body, being in the 'real universe' where time occurs, will be frozen. That's why you didn't lose your lunch all over Babydoll here! The nausea was entirely in your mind. It is simply not used to dealing with looking out into a 'frozen time' environment. It got disoriented and whenever your mind gets disoriented, you puke!"

Being a god wasn't so bad! "I can control time?! Alright!" Roger exclaimed. Then he began thinking. Hmm! What was the name of that cheerleader, that really stacked redhead in my Junior year in High School? Maybe I can catch her alone in the showers...

"You can't go back in time, Oh Great One!" came Loki Help's sarcastic reply. "You can manipulate time, slow it, even stop it, but you can't do anything to anyone when you stop time. Physically everything is frozen, unable to move. Only your brain, the electro-chemical part, will function. And you cannot see or go into the future, because it hasn't occurred yet, and you can't go back into the past. Sorry."

"Why? Laws of Thermodynamics?" Roger came back, his typically Male fantasies temporarily crushed.

"Laws of Time, same thing! But look at the Princess! Look at her face! No amount of lesbian clit licking could make her lose control of her facial features! Look at that face! You see? She's really getting off on you! Losing control, big time! You alone! See. it's good to be a horse-hung god! And Loki built that...weakness into the Elves here! All of them! They really appreciate the effort you are putting out in fucking them and they let you know it! Loki was into 'feedback' and he wanted his toys to give him plenty of it when he showered them in his 'gift'!

"And, by the way, Loki has instructed me to tell you that her mother looked the same way when he impregnated Thora! He also said you should try Mom out at your first opportunity. She might be a little cold and formal, at first! But he said you'd know how to 'warm her up'! He said that she likes to claw your back and grab your ass! Very good at it! And very entertaining!"

Roger smiled inwardly, "Her daughter does too! I guess 'Like Mother, Like Daughter!"

"Now you are sounding like a god in Lokin! Now, back to magic! Look around you. Look around the room with your mind's eye. Do you see anything unusual?"

"In Lokin? Unusual?" Roger joked, but complied. He looked around, seeing all the colorful pillows, the pastels hanging from the ceiling, Christina gawking, open mouthed, at her lesbian 'girlfriend' getting her brains fucked out by a Man...

Then, slowly but steadily, he started to see other 'things'...

"Colors," Roger said. "I see colors!"

"Describe them. What are they doing?"

"Moving! Like diaphanous or transparent ribbons flying, gliding through the air...going right through the walls! Strange, I've never seen them before!"

"No one has, almost no one does! Do they have ends? Can you see a leading edge on these ribbons?"

"No! No ends! They stretch across my vision as far as I can see in either direction! They come out of things, the walls, ceiling, are basically straight, but with lots of bending, twisting, thrashing side to side, but continuous, no breaks!"

"What color are they?"

"All kinds of colors! Many different hues!"

If Loki Help could frown, he would have. "Hmm! I don't like that! Could be trouble! Look, try to ignore the ribbons for a moment. Can you see a background color? A color you see no matter in what direction you look?"

After a moment, "Yes. It looks like some shade of bright red. The walls, floors, ceilings seem to glow this red."

"Good! That color is yours...your 'flavor' of magic. Now, trace it back. Try to find the source."

Roger's 'eye' seemed to move more fluidly,now. Less concentration was required of Roger to move it, and it quickly began moving, passing through suddenly translucent walls, floors, even bedrock that all gently glowed that hue of red. Then, far below the Castle, he saw a bright, pure white glow. I built dramatically in brightness as his 'eye' closed on it. "I see something! Far below the Castle..."

"Over a mile down," Loki Help instructed. "Buried inside a towering iron rich mountain, now buried, but which Asgard was built upon."

"Well, its shaped vaguely like an Australian football, with pointed ends but fatter than an American football. Damn, but its bright!"

"That is the power source for the magic in Lokin. See how the white light streaming out subtly turns to your color of red after it leaves the source? That means you are still the master of the magic. You have first control of the power in Lokin, still!"

"What is the power source? Where did it come from?"

"Loki never shared that with me. All I know for certain is Loki got here inside it! My guess is that either that is an example of the kind of power sources Loki's civilization used before the disaster, or the thing was created by Loki right out of the Big Bang itself."

"But if its mine, now," Roger added, "I need to know how it works!"

"Well, you will need to figure that out for yourself! Loki left no instructions about that laying around!"

"What about the Dark Lords? And Desiree? Where did they come from? They are not like Loki?"

"Oh no! The Dark Lords where made or, more accurately, spontaneously assembled from Primordial Matter. That was the very first matter that came into being very shortly after the universe began a split second after the Big Bang. They are made from the first matter that formed from all the released energy of the Big Bang. Since that matter was created when the universe was briefly in that stage where energy and matter were virtually interchangeable, and that level is where magic effects operate in, Dark Lords are very, very good at stealing and using magic!

"They showed up after Loki went to the trouble of making Lokin! And they have been a royal pain since then!"

"Why didn't Loki destroy them? Wasn't he powerful enough?"

"Conservation of energy! The law of conservation of energy also applies to magic. Magic is conserved here, meaning the more you use magic, the more magical 'entropy' you accumulate around you. Back on Earth, entropy is why iron rusts and you can't make a perpetual motion machine. 'Entropy' in magic means your magic spells 'rust', they get less and less effective and require more and more magic 'power' to work. If it gets bad enough your magic could turn against you! That is why Loki put the Dampening Field around Asgard Castle. Anyone invading here not of the right 'flavor' in their magic would accumulate a completely unacceptable level of entropied magic trying to do much damage to this place or its inhabitants with their magic. It could ruin their casting abilities entirely."

"So, the more you use magic to...fight shall we say?...the more entropied your own magic becomes? After awhile you'll actually be doing more harm to yourself using your own magic?"

"Or at least your magic weapons will cancel each other out. That is why the Dark Lords are still here. They have been stealing some of Loki's magic energy, and it would create too much damaging entropy to drive them away solely using magic, so there has been a settled balance between Loki and the Dark Lords. Neither can eliminate the other..."

"So peaceful coexistence. Or, not so peaceful if you're dealing with Desiree. By the way, what about Desiree?"

"Oh," Loki Help flippantly replied. "She's just some bitch who fell into this place, around three thousand years ago...I've...Loki had always thought from Earth...and has been causing trouble ever since. She used to do odd , mostly harmless magic jobs for both Loki and the Dark Lords, in the past, so he tolerated her.

"As long as she didn't kidnap and abuse too many Elves, she was left alone! I am afraid that was a mistake on Loki's part! She has been more troublesome lately. Since she got Loki's Cock, especially."

"Is that what she got?! But what happened to Loki?"

"Haven't a clue, except I have always suspected that he realized that finally dealing with the Dark Lords would eventually force an entirely unacceptable level of magic entropy upon him, and that would mean he could never 'win' here. I, personally, think that's why he left. He abandoned the place because he couldn't find a way of 'winning' against the Dark Lords without ruining things here for him. And, of course, he forgot his dingus when he left! Or he knew that where he was going, he wouldn't need it! Thus Desiree must have found it!"

Roger nodded inwardly. "Like quitting a game when you realize you can't win! Why finish it? But Loki left his Elves?"

"Yea, he was a bastard after all! But, gods, and TV Starship Captains, can get away with that!" Loki Help replied. "I hope, sincerely for the Guild Elves, that you stay around! I suspect that's why Flare and the others have been so...pleasant to you all this time! I've never seen a Male of any kind survive as long as you did around those luscious man-killers!"

Roger nodded again in sudden, and harsh, realization. Gods not only don't love, but they shouldn't expect 'real' love in return! Well, change the subject before you will want to follow Loki outta here! "And these ribbons? The ones of different colors than mine?"

"The ribbons are specific castings, they connect the caster to who or what the spell is aimed at. Some of them are casts from local Mages. But more than a few different colors, or flavors, indicates there must be Dark Lord Agents at work, in Alfheim, even in the Castle!"

"I've got to do something!" Roger barked melodramatically. Then he told himself, "Mellow out, Roger! You're not Captain Kirk!"

Loki Help replied in the negative, "But all the pathways have not been established, and you don't know the mantras!"

Roger thought furiously. Hmm, if muscle (magic) won't work, maybe I can..."Look, let me bluff them! If I can put on a good enough act, to pass for Loki? I've been fooling a bunch of Guild Elves, maybe I can fool the Dark Lords. At least, fool them enough to get them out of here! My guess is that, by now, I look like Loki?"

"Not that much different physically. He was more handsome in the face..."

"Fine! Fine! He was a god, okay? But if I can do something...dramatic and magical...maybe I can bluff them into believing I am the new Loki!"

"It will be dangerous! If you don't impress them, together those two bitches could tear you up magically and physically! Maybe even destroy you, in your present condition!"

"It cannot be helped, damnit! Flare is in trouble..."

"Gods do not love, remember?" Loki Help barked back. "She used you, remember? It was fun, and she really enjoyed reeling you in and keeping you in your place! But she was doing it basically for the Guild, and not for you two! Don't take it too hard, but if she 'loves' anyone, its Gem!"

"I've heard that from others! I'm beginning to believe it!" Roger nodded. "But My Guild Elves are in trouble. And they are MINE, correct? I should rescue any of them in trouble, right? What would Loki do?"

Loki Help smiled, entirely imaginarily, "Just what you said. You just may make a god worthy of the Guild's worship! If you survive! Okay, let's see what we can do. Maybe if either one of them hasn't been able to form a transport shield around themselves, you could send them way North. It's good and cold up there and far away from their source of magic power. It would be a real pain in the ass to them, getting back."

"Let's do it then!" Roger barked, abruptly full of courage, and ready for action.

"You already are! I stopped time, remember? Right in the middle of making a woman out of the Princess here! Don't you think you should finish that before tearing out of the room to rescue another female? Wouldn't look too good...if you ever wanted to pork Rita again!"

"I'll worry about that later. Now, what do I do?"

"First, relax! Try to be cool! Now, look...feel around your head, your consciousness, for something that is in some way 'active' and related to time in some way, like in symbolism. Wait! I've seen from you subconscious something to do with a clock! Look for a clock!"

"Got it!" Roger cried where, off to his 'left' in his consciousness, he saw what appeared to be the face of an old fashion, round clock! "I'm reeling it in. It's a clock...its a...Mickey Mouse clock face!"

"A what?" gasped Loki Help. "Well, maybe that's a good sign from your subconscious. That you're ready..."

"No, not Mickey...oops! Its that redheaded cheerleader with the big tits from my High School memories...Her legs are split, at 2 and 10 o'clock! She's naked, too!"

"And Loki was a perv!" Loki Help shook his imaginary head. "Well, just concentrate on the clock and, when you're ready, tell it to start up again. But wait! Remember, you are in the middle of cuming into the Princess. As soon as you tell that clock to start up again, you'll be right back in the middle of that orgasm! Be ready for it!"

"Okay! Fine! I'm ready..."

"If you are, I am! Let 'er rip!"

Nodding his mental head, Roger looked carefully at the clock with his mind's eye, then simply, and silently, said, "Start!"

Bliss swamped Roger instantly. He felt another convulsion of his epididymis and Rita's howling into his ear jumped a notch in volume. The pleasure was so great it took him a moment to realize he was still thrusting, deftly fucking the Elf, jetting tons of manstuff into her swelling belly with each masterful thrust as she screamed her satisfaction into his ear.

Then he felt those claws! Painful if he hadn't been blowing his head off in orgasm, those claws felt like she was tearing his back to ribbons!

He sent his hand slipping into the Elf's deep, hot, and slippery-wet asscrack, to find the little hole at its bottom. Finding it without difficulty or delay, and without further thought, he slammed his middle finger to the last knuckle up into the searing heat of the Princess' bowels.

And Rita howled again as near continuous orgasmic convulsions racked her.

He lifted his head, staring down at her tossing, sweaty face.

As if she could tell he was gazing down on her, she gave him the sweetest, honeymoon smile as her belly heaved and collapsed, sucking more and more babystuff out of him.

But all good things come to an end, it always seems. And his fantastic fuck had to end, too. After pounding the Princess into a satisfied, fertilized, fucked lump, Roger collapsed upon her.

She was the warmest, sweetest, wettest mattress he had ever imagined.

Much more gently now, the panting Princess began running those sharp fingerweapons over and around his back as she cooed softly in his ear.

"Okay, Roger!" came the voice of Loki Help, echoing in his skull. "You've impressed her, and that Hollywood type alongside. You can always return to get seconds. Get moving!"

With a brisk nod, Roger raised himself from Rita's shoulder on his extended arms. "I must go!" he said, sounding more like Conan than a god.

"Yes, M'Lord! You have much to do...OOOOOO!" she ended in a rapturous moan as his buried dick flexed in preparation of leaving her. Then the Princess' pussy clamped down on his still belly buried prick.

And he heard Christina gasp, "Oh, my!"

"What?" he said, pulling his still huge cock, noisily, from the Princess' clinging twat.

Christina gasped again when he looked to her. "Your eyes! They're...glowing!"

He looked down at the Princess, who nodded up at him at once.

Roger thought, "Maybe I AM a god!"

"You think?" came back Loki Help. "If you don't get moving, you won't be tomorrow!"

With a syrupy pop, Roger moved.

Desiree didn't like it. Not at all!

No, not the delightfully squealing, Loki Cock spitted, cock-broken Guild Elf squirming and thrashing in unwanted, but very pleasurable 'forced' orgasm on the floor beneath her.

No, it was the flavor of this place...suddenly the colors had changed! The magic flavor had suddenly changed! And away from her own flavor! The background flavor of the magic surrounding this place had...intensified! Gotten 'stronger'!

It seemed to close in on her, like the walls of the Hallway were coming together!

It could only mean one thing...

Someone who could manipulate, modify, CONTROL the magic emanating from beneath the Castle...was present! For the first time in a good three thousand years...

And only Loki, or another god just like him, could do that!

Desiree had lost the race to the Princess!

Someone else is god!

She quickly prayed that it was NOT Moira! She knew she couldn't resist another sexual assault by that monster! She would fuck her into sexual slavery the next time! Desiree would become no more that a fucktoy to the Dark Lord Mistress!

No more Elves to keep her warm and satisfied! No more Guild Elves to torment and seduce! No more dreams of possessing her own Dark Lord lands and castle of her own, equivalent to Lord Chaos and the other estates of Jotunheim! It was...

Time to go!

She looked down at the knees alongside her ribs, pussy tilted up, tit grabbing Guild Elf thrashing under her in wicked, unstoppable bliss. Might as well take a 'souvenir'!

"You're coming with me, Elf!" Desiree told the blank eyed Flare as she tucked her head into Flare's shoulder and her wide hips began to speed up their awesome thrusting. For a long minute Desiree concentrated on getting herself off, on using the Elf's delightfully tight and squeezing 'snatch' to obtain her ultimate bliss.

Flare moaned and could only pant like a long distance runner as the awesome pleasure of having that...wonderful prick smashing violently and rhythmically into her womb while crushing her throbbing clit with each dominate thrust crushed the last of her resistance. "Oh, yes! Fuck me!" she cried shrilly, throwing her arms around Desiree's neck and counter-humping powerfully into the Aesir's pounding thrusts.

Flare had resisted...

She had resisted as well as any Guild Elf pinned under a divine dick possessing Aesir. She had made plans...admittedly desperate plans, of hiding her remaining resistance as the waves of breath stealing, belly convulsing, leg locking orgasms crushed most of her consciousness and stole the control of her body from her.

She would wait until Desiree tired of using her...of fucking her so superbly. Then, when the machine-gun orgasms finally faded, her hate, fury, resistance to Desiree's brutal rape of her and the entire Guild would surface...

And she would avenge herself upon her tormentor!

But that fantasy dissolved in the white hot heat of the bliss that Desiree forced upon her as she took her own pleasure from Flare's delicious, completely compliant, and actually enthusiastic body. With but a feeble, and silent, scream Flare's mind succumbed to the pleasure of submitting to an eighteen inch godcock thundering through her, Desiree's rock hard balls bouncing off her plump, firm, Guild Elf butt to the accompaniment of loud, rapid clapping.

Flare cried out in delight when that massive pole began pulsing far inside her.

She knew what that meant!

She was good at getting gods off!

"Fuck me, Mistress!" she panted into Desiree's ear. "I want it so bad! I need you so bad! Cum for me! Cum in my mouth, Mistress! PLEASE!"

That seemed to do it! Desiree gasped with the Elves torrid, and sincere, words. She began loosing her coordination in the fuck, her rhythm collapsing.

Flare smiled blissfully when the wild, rapid, and completely unrhythmic jerking of Desiree's hold horn so far up her made her already swollen belly turn to jello in an earthquake.

Then..."Okay Elf, feeding time!" And Desiree raised up upon one knee and pulled her jumping Loki Cock, with a sloppy, echoing pop, out of the clasping, milking, sucking tube that was Flare's pussy and directed her fist sized cockhead towards the Elf's face. Flare's wide open eyes crossed as the tip of the fist sized glans settled over he suddenly smiling face. With the tip of the cockhead directly over the Elf''s panting mouth, the Aesir ordered, "Open your mouth, Bitch, for your reward!"

As soon as Flare complied, the cockhead belched the beginnings of a slimy, wormy, endless torrent of high protein nutchowder...right into Flare's gaping maw. Spontaneously the Elf reached out and sank her claws into Desiree's low hanging nuts.

Flare's mouth filled quickly, and she took a precious count to gulp down the ballpudding before opening wide again. As she swallowed the spooge continuously pouring out Desiree's cock formed tacky worms of wadd across her chin and both cheeks.

Seconds later the Elf swallowed her second mouthful and more gunk slapped across her nose and drooled down her chin in disgusting swinging strands.

Then Desiree barked in a gasp of blissful spewgasm, "Hold it in your mouth! Don't swallow...'til I tell you...Slut! I just...uh!...might let you...ungh!...live off my cum...awhile! Its been...a long time...since I have...yes!...had a cocksucker as eager for spooging...Huh!..."

Tons of coagulated spunk accumulated on Flare's bulging cheeks, nose, chin and forehead as the seemingly endless flow of coiled reproductive protein gushed out the bottomless tank that was Desiree's Loki's Cock and Balls...

Roger materialized just inside the door that led from the Hall where he had left Flare to the hallway leading to Rita's sex-pit. Immediately he saw Desiree, kneeling over a seemingly docile, though definitely ball clutching Flare, dumping a veritable waterfall of spooge on her face!

"You! Desiree! Stop!" Roger called out, then instantly regretting it. He saw Flare raise her head and direct her cum dripping face over her shoulder to look at him.

Roger could see clearly how bloated her cheeks were...with Desiree's cum!

Then Desiree scooped up the non-resisting, spooge-eating Elf and rose. "She is mine, now! Come for her at your own risk!" Then with a bright flash, they were gone!

"NO!" Roger called out. It just echoed back to him. "Can I go after her?" he desperately asked Loki Help.

"Not advisable. You're not ready to face Desiree's magic and there are all too many things that can go wrong with you just getting to her Castle, better yet defeating her. You'll have to wait till you have all your magic casting abilities established!"

Then the howling started from the other hall, mercifully distracting Roger from the grief of losing Flare.

"What the..." Roger gasped at the hysterical howls, then sprinted for the door leading to the other hall.

Roger rushed through the door and the garden just outside and then stormed into the Western-most, equally huge hallway, only to stop in his tracks just inside the door.

He couldn't believe what he was seeing!

There was Moira, alright! Just as he feared.

And another cum drenched female figure was sitting before her.

Wait, he knew those tits! Hermione!

But what shocked him was what stood behind the Dark Lord Mistress! It looked like a bipedal cow!

"Holy cow!" cried Loki Help. "I don't believe it! He was put away a good twenty-five hundred years ago! The Minotaur!"

"You mean the Greek legend..."

"None other! Only he's a real bull around the ladies. Look at Moira's belly. He must have two feet of cock up her!"

Roger nodded, but no one was looking. "Its seeming to have an...effect upon her, alright!"

"He's uncontrollable! He'll rape every female in Alfheim, unless we...YOU stop him!"

Roger shook his head. "Did Loki 'put him away' in the first place?"

"No, Dark Lord Chaos did. He's the only being who really has influence over this beast. You can't stop him, not in your condition. And, anyway, it would take so much magic to destroy him that you'd have an entropy problem for centuries!"

"Then," Roger grimly answered. "We have to deal with Chaos...now! How do I get him? What's his phone number?"

"You haven't learned how to communicate over great distances yet!"

Then Moira stopped howling.

The silence was deafening!

Roger quickly realized the sudden silence was because the Minotaur had stopped thrusting his monstrous phallus up Moira's guts. As Roger watched in great concern for Hermione's safety , less the Beast turn on her, Moira's sweaty, flushed head fell back against the Minotaur's hugely muscled shoulder.

"Oh! You beast!" she gasped in great emotion, making no move to escape him...or deny him.

His hairy, mighty arms wrapped around her, his stubby fingered hands filling with her impressive jugs. "Miss me?" he growled into her ear.

Slowly tossing her head upon his rocklike shoulder, she panted, "It was so long ago! I didn't realize how...gulp!...You are still just as...potent as back then!"

He growled again and that bulging outline in Moira's belly that looked so much like a cock in furious erection moved inches up!

"OOOHHH! Don't do that! By Loki! How much do you have up me?" she gasped in near panic.

"Not all that I have for you, Woman!"

Wide and white eyed, jaw dropped in shock, Moira shook her head, slowly, in awe. Then the beast behind her thrust back up and her eyes squinted and her jaw closed with a loud click of impacting teeth. Then she gasped, all she could gasp, "No! Not now...You cannot...must not!...for I am Lord Chaos' Mistress! I will become a god!"

He snorted over her shoulder. "I am your god, now! I have revenge to deliver upon you, and upon Chaos! Especially upon Chaos! What better revenge upon him than to take his woman!" He jabbed upwards again and Moira shrieked.

Her head tossed faster, a look of utter despair on her strained face. "Please! You unholy beast...magnificent Animal!...I cannot resist you...resist so much manhood...inside me! You cannot...do this! Lord Chaos will not permit it! I will not...permit it!"

Another snort of derision, then the beast pressed his hairy, powerful hips into Moira's big, round ass, grinding his bull prick far, far up the Mistress' guts. He smirked as she involuntarily, helplessly moaned loud and long. "Let me talk with him! You will not be a problem, if you let me talk with him! You are not going anywhere I do not want you to go, Woman!" He jabbed again and Moira again gave out with a strained moan, sounding like an Elf bent over a log, taking her god's cock up her ass.

Moira could hardly raise her right arm but, once the Minotaur relaxed his gut grinding, she managed After a swirling movement of her hand into the air, a metal disk appeared overhead. Then it glowed and an image appeared.

The image was of Chaos.

He was looking down at something, or someone, obviously under him. He had a big grin on his face and he was quite naked. Then, abruptly noticing the disc before his head, he looked up.

He seemed to recognize only Moira. "What do you want? You don't need anymore help, do you?"

Moira gasped with the flexing of the mighty pole far up her, then moaned as the stuffed belly pleasure surged through her. Finally she composed herself enough to speak, "My Lord! See! The Minotaur is loose! Gasp! Moan! He is raping me! Groan! Fuck, you're so deep!" The last was directed over her shoulder to the smirking male beast behind and inside her.

With a double take, Chaos saw the Beast. For the briefest moment fear crossed his rocky face, then calmness replaced it. When next he spoke, his words were obviously directed at the Minotaur. "My Friend! Why do you need to leave your home? Haven't I been supplying enough Elf 'gifts' to keep your pleasure?"

The Minotaur pulled on Moira's nipples, making her squirm and gasp on and around his nearly buried prick while he roared back at Chaos, "No small talk, my 'Friend'! You imprisoned me long ago at the behest of this bitch, here!" He jabbed up into Moira's guts, eliciting a ragged moan from the overwhelmed woman. "I intend to take revenge on your Bitch...say, fuck her for the next thousand years! Then I'll see if she remembers me! That is, if she hasn't forgotten how good she was with her mouth long ago, before You tricked me!"

Chaos suddenly smiled, nervously. "Now, my Friend! Do not do anything hasty! Maybe we can come to some mutual agreement..."

"Agreement?!" Moira now howled, on her tip toes, then gasped as the Minotaur again flexed his mighty hammer far, far up inside her. "My Lord Chaos! You get me out of here this instant! Do you hear me?"

Roger, completely ignored so far by the antagonists, suddenly noticed something. A nearly transparent, colored ribbon running halfway across the giant Hall and going right into the Minotaur's back!

'Its not your flavor! I'd just bet it was Desiree's cast!" Loki Help, seeing whatever Roger sees, informed him. "If you can activate it, with your additional power you have here, you can teleport both of them back to the Minotaur cage! And if we can do it before Moira can counter it, teleport both the Minotaur and Moira back against Moira's will...well, that would be impressive to Chaos!"

"How?" Roger silently replied.

"I'll set it up. It'll take some time, keep Chaos busy. And keep the Minotaur busy porking that bitch, it will prevent Moira from interfering with the cast! She is very powerful, I hope you know!"

Well, he knew now!

Moira and Chaos were silently staring at each other, fire building in both their eyes. Then two arms rose into the image from under Chaos and wrapped around his neck. Then they hauled up the head and, rather impressive, naked chest of another woman! By her ears a Human!

She cooed, most sexily, up at a suddenly uncomfortably smiling Chaos, "Come on, Puddin', its been a good half hour since we last 'did-it'! You're not 'spent', are you? Not a..." and all saw the woman reach down out of view apparently between their legs. Then the emotionally distressed Dark Lord jerked vividly and glared down at the woman's face with dramatically widened eyes. Eyes that held...fear in them!

But, with a giggle, the female was going on, "...Not a BIG, LONG, strong Dark Lord Stud like you! Come on, you promised you'd feed me next time! Remember?" Her voice dropped into a blood boiling soft husk, "And I'm hungry, puddin'!" Then the woman turned a face carrying a broad smirk to look towards a half furious, half horrified Moira.

Instantly making eye contact with the Dark Lord Mistress, the Human smiled an...arrogant smirk that spoke volumes between them!

Never had Roger ever seen a more bitchy smile exchanged between two women!

"You don't need her, Puddin'," the grinning Human said while still facing Moira but her statement was obviously directed toward Chaos. She had spoken it in an intimate, soft voice with the perfect inflection and volume in order to be just loud enough to insure Moira would overhear.

The stark, and voluptuously, naked Harley then half turned her shoulders so she could face the Dark Lord. "You said yourself that she hadn't given you a decent blowjob in half an eon!" She glanced momentarily at the seething Moira while, for the first time in a long, long time, Chaos smiled sheepishly at his Mistress.

The catty, smirking face, oozing "meow" with every glance at her opponent, didn't seem to notice, nor care about, Moira's growing, yet impotent, fury, "How was our last...tussle, Puddin? Did you cum enough? You didn't cum too much, did you, my big, strong Dark Lord? I certainly don't want to wear you out! You know how good you taste...to me! You know I would suck you off anytime you asked...unlike some...'women' you know!" A quick, 'daggers shooting from the eyes' glance back at Moira, then, "Your pudding is all I want, Puddin! All I need!" Then Harley hugged Chaos' neck, her eyes closing with a smile as blissful as a newlywed's.

With the pressing of her impressive babyfeeders against his massively muscular chest, Chaos growled, and not in anger. Looking down at Harley, his nervous smile morphed into a crooked, lusty one as he looked over the cooing female's 'assets'. 'Assets' she was now skillfully and dramatically thrusting into his face!

Now it was Moira's turn to growl, and not in lusty passion! "Will you do something about...Him!" she roared at the illuminated disc.

Chaos finally looked up at her, a bedroom smile chiseled on his rocky face. "What do you want me to do? I'm too far away to influence him! And that damned Dampening Field prevents me from casting you out of there!"

Roger saw Moira's fists clench at the ends of her stiff arms. "OOOOO!" she spoke in building frustration and anger. "You...you...Man!" she cried.

Then the Minotaur again jabbed his hips up against her big ass, drawing Moira's attention and voice back to what was...real behind her. "Ungh!" she most involuntarily grunted as another softball sized knot momentarily bulged from her belly just below her navel.

"Hey Woman!" the beast husked into her ear with a potent 'bedroom voice' heard throughout the hallway. "I'm a man! Or haven't you noticed?" Then he ground his hips against her bulging, magnificently bulging, asscheeks.

After a brisk, ragged inhalation, Moira chewed on her lower lip as more, much more, sweat broke out on her forehead.

Then the Minotaur looked back at Chaos. "Look, my 'Friend', what will you offer me not to make your woman my fuck slave! I already have many sweet Elves, like this one sitting on her pretty butt before me, licking cum off her face..." He indicated a still stunned Hermione gawking up at them. "...to enjoy. But they are...tiny for my use! I must...restrain myself lest I damage them! But this bitch in my arms has potential, she always has had the physique I could use without restraint! I want to get started on her! Break her in properly, like in the 'old days'! So, out with it! What do you want, 'Old Friend' in lieu of my use of Moira?"

Roger stared at the naked teenage Mage, who shuddered openly in hardly repressed lust under the red, beady eyes of the Minotaur. He couldn't believe it! He swore he saw Hermione coyly spread her lush, bare thighs when the Beast looked at her!

"Well, my 'Friend'? What will it be?" the Minotaur roared back again at a hesitant, Harley distracted Chaos as the Beast groped Moira's hard nippled boobs.

The impaled Dark Lord Mistress just writhed under his assault.

Chaos, in turn, openly pawed Harley's nearly as substantial tits. Harley closed her eyes in satisfied, triumphant bliss. "Very well, my long-horned 'Friend'." He replied, twisting a loudly squealing Harley's hard, pink nipples in turn. "I am in no position to interfere with your desires..."

"What?!" Moira howled. But when the Minotaur expertly twisted her nipples, she sluttishly moaned hoarsely.

Harley's arms were again wrapped around Chaos' neck as she planted noisy, exaggerated kisses all over his stony, but smiling, face. Then her feet were visible, crossed behind his back, at his waist. Soon Roger could make out her legs wrapped around his waist...

Suddenly Roger realized that Chaos was not going to intervene. And that Roger, as well as all of the sweet little sexpots running loose around Alfheim, couldn't let the Minotaur loose now, better yet have Hermione for his first snatch snack!

He had to act!

Without consulting Loki Help, he stepped forward out of the shadows, while simultaneously giving out with a, hopefully, powerful cry, "Alright! That's enough of this!"

Abruptly Moira, the Minotaur, and Chaos turned their faces and attentions toward him. The Minotaur's eyebrows furrowed and those red, beady eyes flashed. Moira squealed as the prick so far up her suddenly jumped.

"And who are you!" Chaos roared as best he could with Harley wrapped around him.

"New management!" Roger replied just as loudly. He hoped they understood 'corporate governance'!

"What?!" Moira gasped. "You? Loki?"

"Impossible!" roared Chaos.

The Minotaur just snorted dangerously, his Male dominance, and monopoly, over his harem of 'cows' in the room suddenly challenged.

Then Roger saw that the yellowish, almost transparent ribbon connected to the Minotaur was starting to to show streaks of a different color. A bright red color.

"Do you see red in the magic ribbon?" Loki Help suddenly asked.

"Yes," Roger silently replied. "Its my color!"

"I've tapped into Desiree's casting. Since she is no longer here, she has lost effective control of that cast. You are now in practical control of it. When you want them to go, point at them while thinking the word 'cast'. The mantra will appear in your mind's eye and you just say it aloud. The louder and more dramatic you say it, the more power you will add to Desiree's cast. Got it?"

"I think so."

"Good! Better not wait too long!"

Chaos and Moira had been roaring at him words of disbelief and resistance all the while the short and silent conversation with Loki Help had taken place. They had apparently not noticed a thing other than Roger's sudden presence.

"How can you claim to be Loki? Where did you come from? What powers do you have?" Chaos yelled.

Moira, regularly interrupted by the Minotaur's flexing, belly buried cock, tried to match Chaos in her indignant proclamations, "I will become...ungh!...god around here! You...moan!...are an impostor! I will prove it!"

Then the Minotaur gripped her tits and pulled her tightly against his massively muscled chest. It must have forced her down around his up-jutting pole, for the Dark Lord Mistress grimaced dramatically and her eyes nearly rolled completely up into her skull.

Now is as good a time as any! Roger told himself. Then he faced the image of Chaos, "You want proof?" he roared back as loud as he could. Then he thought the word "cast".

Nothing happened!

Immediately, before Roger could panic, he remembered that he had to point!

Extending his right arm, nearly overextending his elbow, he pointed his index finger at Moira and the Minotaur as if his hand was a toy gun. Then he repeated the word "cast"!

At once the words 'retroago amboae actutum' appeared in his vision, along the upper edge of his sight, but perfectly readable. Without further thought, and again as loudly powerful as his tense, dry throat could manage, he read them aloud, " retroago amboae actutum!"

Instantly, as soon as the last letter of the utterance was out, there was a blinding, though silent, flash of pure white light and Moira, in mid-tirade, and the blazing red eyed Minotaur were...gone!

There was a momentary breeze at his back as air rushed into the vacuum that had been the Minotaur and a stuffed Moira a second before.

Immediately Chaos fell silent. And he was no longer smiling...nor angry!

Roger stood there, arm outstretched, for entirely too long, he realized afterward. It was just he never really believed that he could do what he did! He stood there with a dumb, "Did I do that?" look on his face.

But, to his credit, he recovered soon enough to turn to face a still shocked silent Chaos.

A Chaos suddenly showing fear on his face!

"Any questions?" Roger answered Chaos' own tirade.

Chaos was definitely impressed. "My...ah!...Lord...er...Loki! It is good to have you...back with us! I welcome you!"

Loki Help then whispered in his ear: "The Brisingamen picked up from Gem up at the Temple that Chaos has an Elf, a Guild Elf, name's Kia! Don't forget her!"

Roger just barely caught himself starting to nod to the Loki Help. "Thank you, my Dear...Friend...Lord Chaos! It is so very good to be back! And I assure you...I AM BACK!"

Harley, still hanging naked from Chaos' neck, though no longer squirming or smirking, suddenly gave out with a "OOOO!" in response to Roger's first impression on them.

Roger just continued, "Now, isn't it appropriate that...Friends...exchange 'gifts' when they are reunited?"

Chaos began to regain his 'composure'. With growing suspicion, he replied, "Of course! It is only natural for...Friends...Lords and Friends, to do so. It is a tradition that goes back to the very beginning of our...'friendship'! It will show our desires to...continue...to reinforce our...desires to maintain bonds of...friendship and..."

"Peace?" Roger interrupted with as noble and friendly a smile as he could manage.

"Yes! Of course!" Chaos nodded his head, as amicably as a frightened Dark Lord could be.

"Excellent!" Roger came back. "I will consider my...removal of the Minotaur, as well as the...noisy Moira as a...small token of my friendship and desire for friendly and peaceful relations...for the time being...with Jotunheim and your court! That is, if your expression, and gift, is equivalent in generosity! I hope you remember, in our past, that I have had a long and...passionate interest in...Elves?"

"But of course, My Lord, and Friend, Loki!" Chaos enthusiastically replied. Then he halted a moment before breaking out in another broad, completely false, smile. "I have it! I remember well your...interest in Elves of the Guild! I have here, with me, a Guild Elf who has been...staying with me for a good while! I feel I have been...abusing her love for me by depriving her of her sisters company! Since the Guild normally do not journey...visit me here...they really do not dress for the climate up here, I have decided she should return to Alfheim...for awhile...to improve her spirits by socializing with her sister Guild Elves! I will send her to you...at once!"

Then Chaos hesitated again. "You understand...Lord...er...Friend Loki, that I would like her to return to my bosom in the future?"

With a crack, and one exclaimed word, "'Return'?!", Roger saw Harley's right hand slap Chaos, hard, on the flanks.

Roger smiled, just as falsely as Chaos, "Whenever she voices her desire to return to you, she will have my permission to go!" he replied. Then he added silently, "With about three hundred of her sisters with her, all armed to the tits!"

Chaos nodded. "Excellent, Friend Loki! Then I bid you Good Day!"

"And a Good Day to you, Friend Chaos!" Then, silently, "you ass!"

As soon as the illuminated disc disappeared, with yet another bright flash of teleporting light, a naked, dazed Elf appeared sitting on her generous (for an Elf) ass in the middle of the floor.

Roger stepped up to her, extending his hand. Taking her hand in his, he raised the wide, anime eyed Elf to her feet. Then, bending down, he said, "Lady Kia, I presume?" Then he kissed the back of her hand.

Kia, eyes opening even wider before a divinely transformed Roger, could only silently nod. Then she looked down at his still huge and glowing, though, with all the tension of the past minutes, hardly erect cock, and cooed, "OOOOOOO!"

Then she dove at his hanging schlong, falling again to the floor, on her knees. Opening her mouth to outrageous width, she inhaled about half a foot of him. Then, with the first jerk of eminent erection from his pole, she started gnawing on his glans.

As Roger winced, and "Lady" Kia gagged, Loki Help spoke up, "I'm sure glad Loki has 'returned'!" A minute of expert cock swallowing later he added, "Damn! She's good!"

Roger could only nod to the voice in his head...and, glancing at a broadly smiling Hermione, moan in approaching spewgasm.

Cassiopeia stood behind Queen Thora, who was still shackled into the rack closest to Desiree's Throne Room's main entrance and who openly suffered still from the formidable influence of the arousal spell protecting said room. Whimpering in outrageous, humiliating feminine heat, she could feel the vampire's searing breath on her neck.

Yet the Queen of the Guild could only pant in uncontrollable desire...NEED...for monstrous penetration!

The vampire slipped her arms around the Queen's ribs and gripped her magnificent udders. Cassiopeia closed her eyes in tactile pleasure as her fingers sank into the firm yet yielding, most generous flesh of Thora's jutting boobs. Mauling those magnificent and firm cones of Elf babyfeeding gland, the vampiric Elf caught, then pulled and twisted on the already pebble hard nipples of the wantonly gasping Queen.

"OOOOH!" the Queen moaned lustily, the sharp jolts of wicked pleasure making her wide, full hips writhe before her tormentor and her eighteen inch clit.

Cassiopeia had always thought, over the three thousand years of her memory, that there had always been a bit of a breast fetish in her love making. She found mammary glands much more rewarding to fondle and suckle than the typical lesbian Elf. She certainly paid much more attention to the endowment upon the chests of her 'partners' than other lesbian Elves! How she relished the next short moments of Elf-handling the delicious, magnificent jugs of the Guild Elf Queen!

As she worked the tits of the squirming, moaning Queen, her mind drifted back to a few minutes before, to that 'bat-girl' now hanging by her arms, exhausted and dripping streams of sweat on her right. She thought that she had done...better...with the human girl than Victoria. At least 'bat-girl' was still alive!

Proudly she recalled that this 'Bat-girl' had been her first real fuck!

Cassandra had acted initially as the vampiric Elf had expected after her gruesome taking of Victoria: screeching in absolute terror while desperately, and futilely, trying to squirm away from her approach from behind her. To Cassiopeia, running her hands over 'bat-girl's' tight, smooth ass as was her habit when addressing victims, she was quite terrified...and sexy. Terror, after all, did have a most exciting and sensual side to it!

But, with or without the terror, 'bat-girl's' tight, magnificently conditioned and still wickedly nubile body was a dream...to paw!

And just perfect to try out her new...weapon on!

Cassiopeia was very cognizant that she really didn't know what she was doing when it came to mounting this ineffectively struggling 'bat-girl'. But when the blunt rounded tip of her new phallus just happened to slip up into the delightfully hot and swampy hole between the girl's shackled far apart thighs, the next action seemed downright instinctive...

Cassiopeia grimaced in the humid and hot pleasure that the tip of her clit registered...in spades!... as soon as it popped, quite naturally she thought, into Cassandra's soaked and teenager tight pussy opening. Almost reflexively her hips thrust forward with that grimace, driven by the immediate desire for more of that snug, liquid-heat pleasure around her furiously erect, no longer 'little' clit!

The helpless Queen sadly watched as the human girl's eyes popped open white and wide, almost in exact imitation of a mercilessly penetrated Elf's, when that horrid beast began its violation of her womanhood.

Cassandra's fear was forgotten almost at once when she felt that wide, firm pole begin its slick slide up her embarrassingly soaked vagina. If she hadn't been so...admit it, Cassandra! Terrified!...after watching that monster kill the helplessly tied down (Like Herself!) Victoria, and fully expecting next the bite from behind her that would end her existence, she might have noticed the...vampire poking around between her asscheeks!

But when that monster penetrated her!

That got her attention!

She knew that something in this place was making her, and everybody else, so hot sexually! She certainly wasn't into obtaining pleasure from being tied down and raped! But the emotionally thrilling spreading of her womanhood and the nearly frictionless violation of her, no helping it, soaked pussy felt oh-so-much like the sensation when that transsexual Desiree was standing before her, drooling cum on her face, or when Victoria had raped/seduced her upon that mountainside.

Only Desiree wasn't here!

She couldn't resist the lust surging through her, wanting, oh so much, to submit to the lust, just from being in this room! She couldn't seem to get her thoughts off of...sex for very long at all...ever since she had arrived here!

Now, that false phallus, sliding slickly up her already used more than once...pussy...created the most wonderful sensations of submissive feminine penetration and delightful womanly fullness in that...special place up inside her. She couldn't help it, the sensation just stole her mind and sent her reeling in a pleasure filled stupor. She couldn't seem to do anything except stick her firm, rounded butt back for more of that unnatural and obscene penetration!

Oh, how 'bat-girl' howled as Cassiopeia forced ever more shaft up into her! The sensation of penetrating that firm, young body! The vampire exploded into an absolutely monstrous orgasm almost before she started...certainly before she managed to fully penetrate the girl. Then, gasping and up on her toes in orgasmic flexing, she instinctively began 'fucking' in and out of that snug, yielding tube as delicious bursts of orgasmic energy surged through her!

Once the first orgasmic episode finally died down she realized, to her great joy, that she only needed the briefest of rest periods after such a wild and explosive orgasm before she was enthusiastically thrusting again into 'bat-girl's' delightful feminine guts, driving herself, as well as her 'partner', to yet another mind blinding, body convulsing series of orgasms.

At 'bat-girl's' expense.

But by this time Cassandra could no longer resist Cassiopeia's enthusiastic fucking except with her weakening voice, for she was quickly getting 'enthusiastic' about being fucked thanks to the effect of being in Desiree's Throne Room! Initially she fought with the tendency of her eyes to roll up into her skull when the monster struck her womb with enthusiastic power. But all too soon she could no longer resist, could no longer fight off, the persistent, will-crippling machine-gun orgasms rushing up her spine as Cassiopeia pounded away perfectly inside her. Soon all she could do was register her objections in all too feeble words, "Stop!...grunt!...Oh! Oh! Oh! Please stop!...I can't...Not so deep!...MOAN!...DEEP!...PLEASE!...OOOHHH!"

Finally, inevitably, 'bat-girl' could only hang by her arms in the rack, hips jerking with each orgasm generating thrust into her. Her head was laid back upon the vampire's shoulder, her smooth neck open and completely vulnerable as her eyes rolled up. She grunted rhythmically each time that huge clit repetitively smashed into her cervix.

After the next series of orgasms the vampire reached around the helplessly fucked girl and seized her by her just more than a handful of tits. She began riding the child, listening with newly found smug satisfaction as the girl's cries of indignation at Cassiopeia's violation of her slowly, relentlessly turned into shrill squeals and long moans of feminine pleasure as she fucked away, ever deeper and faster into the overwhelmed human as she gained experience.

'Bat-girl' turned out to be a real howler, to Cassiopeia's immanent satisfaction...and pleasure!

Gem managed to find Desiree's throne room fairly easily. All she had to do was follow the echoing orgasmic howls running through the castle to their source. The last set of howls she was certain was those of Queen Thora!

She found the open double doors to the Throne Room. Peering in, she made out three occupied racks...with the Queen in the nearest one! And an Elf standing behind her, clearly mauling Her Queen's abundant breasts!

Then Gem recognized the Elf behind her Queen...Cassiopeia! She remembered what she had done to her Elves at the Temple of the Brisingamen! And that Cassiopeia was a vampire!

Standing behind her shackled Queen! Next to the Queen's throat!

Raising her sword, Gem strode right into the Throne Room.

And staggered to a gasping halt within three strides. Face flushed, nipples instantly, painfully swollen erect, jutting through her vest as her belly melted, Gem had never experienced such arousal...such compulsive NEED for...wicked and evil penetration except when she had been forced to stand, naked and wet, or lay, spread eagled and panting in unnatural lust, before Desiree...the metaphysically horse-hung Desiree! The effect was especially potent when she had been so bloody angry the second before.

Gem quivered as wild waves of passion and unbridled lust surged through her, stealing her strength, her mind, her will.

Was it that vampire? No! Not unless she had become dramatically more powerful!

Then all Gem could think of, wanted to think of, was getting fucked, fucked by a fist, Sir Roger's Cock, or anything...as long as it was divinely long, thick, and filling!

Fulfilling!

From behind the groped Queen Cassiopeia jerked her head towards the entrance, her smiling face dropping into a scowl. Then her grin returned when she saw the suddenly appearing Gem come up short. Her grin broadened as Gem shuddered and gasped, hugging herself with her non-sword arm. The vampire saw Gem's nipples stick out through her vest and the vampire's confidence fully returned.

She silently thanked Desiree for her protective spell as Gem fought its effects! The vampiric Elf had initially been shocked and downright terrified when she saw the Guild Elf Commander stomp into the Throne Room, sword up and bloody fury on her beautiful face. But the fear had quickly dissipated when Cassiopeia saw the effect of the arousal spell on the Guild Elf.

Still groping Thora's huge and firm melons, still making the overworked Queen moan and shudder like a cheap whore, the vampiric Elf watched the Guild Elf slowly, relentlessly fall victim to her lusts.

Cassiopeia knew that the spell on this place was more effective the more...repressed sexually the victim was. Gem must be very repressed about her sexuality! She probably wants to fuck every Elf in her troop but doesn't out of discipline. That makes for allot of repressed lusts!

Gem shuddered and panted as her melted belly started to run out her pussy and wet her pants...

"Is...Is this...gasp!...your doing, Ah! Elf?! she managed to call out to Cassiopeia between shuddering gasps of unwanted, yet unstoppable, hunger for...monstrous penetration.

"Desiree's work, my dear, agonized Lady Gem!" Cassiopeia remembered the last time they met, and the cheap shot she left Cassiopeia with in this very room. Now would be a very good time for...revenge!

"Release the Queen...the Human girl!" Gem gasped.

"In due time, My 'Lady' Gem! Do you recognize me?"

"Of course! Gasp! Ungh! Cassiopeia! Release them!"

"The last time we met you were naked, Gem! I think I prefer you that way! Strip! Then we can go on with the negotiations!" Cassiopeia replied, her eyes fixing on Gem's.

Gem caught herself staring at the vampire's eyes. She knew better, but it felt so...right, good to just stand there and let all the delicious lusts surge through her while she stared...

"Obey!" the vampire ordered. "Obey ME, Elf!"

Gem shuddered, throwing drops of sweat from the edge of her set chin and pointed little nose.

"I give you my promise not to harm your Queen...or the human girl if you comply. Please grant me this one favor. I remember...nay, I cannot forget, how very beautiful you are, Lady Gem...naked!"

Gem realized, with the vampire next to her Queen, she had to humor the monster, at least until she could free the Queen.

With a jerk, Gem broke the eye lock with the vampire. Then she slowly, carefully put her sword on the floor...right alongside her right foot. Rising just as slowly, scanning the rack that held her sweat soaked Queen, she reached for the bindings of her vest.

Slowly, repeatedly losing her grip on the bindings because of her sweaty fingers, she opened the vest. Then she drew it back off her shoulders, thrusting her suck cones out at the vampiric Elf.

"OOOh!" Cassiopeia exclaimed, leering at Gem's out-thrust, shiny with sweat chest. Her tits were impressive, for an Elf. Perfectly smooth, broad cones of near Flare's dimensions, her bright fiery pink, puffy nipples were furiously peaked and tightened.

"More!" husked Cassiopeia, eyes bright with joy, true pleasure, with the vision of Gem topless and aroused. "Oh, do not disappoint me, Good Elf! Grant me the boon of seeing you naked!"

Gem scowled at the wide eyed vampire, and caught her eyes again. A wicked shudder went through her, making her tits jiggle in voyeuristic delight. Only with difficulty did she break her lock with the Elf.

Then her hands dropped to her waist and untied the knot there.

"Oh, wondrous, beautiful Elf. Please, oh Please! Turn around before you reveal to me the awe inspiring hips that the Guild are so famed for and blessed to possess! Show me your ass, just as you did at the Temple!"

Now Gem grimaced, beautiful face flushing crimson in humiliation. The cat was out of the bag! Now all would know of her degrading actions before the vampiric Elf at the Temple of the Brisingamen! And now she was repeated it! Right before her Queen! Oh, the shame!

But her Queen was still in danger!

Quickly Gem spun around, then bent over and, for the second time before this bitch, pulled her pants down with her magnificent deep cracked Guild Elf ass presented to her!

Bent over, Gem looked down at her pants and saw how soaked they were!

So did Cassiopeia, "OOH! You look so wet, My Dear!"

Gem's head jerked, and she looked at her bald mound. Her thighs, mound, floppy hanging labia were all soaked!

She quickly straightened up. Then, after kicking her pants off, she turned back around, in as dignified a manner as her aroused nudity permitted.

Then the Guild Elf slowly knelt to pick up her sword...

"Now!" Gem gasped hoarsely through a hormone dry throat, "Your end of this! Release them!"

Cassiopeia, still looking over Thora's shoulder, smiled broadly, showing her fangs. "Oh I will! But not just yet! You and I have a matter to settle first! Your insult to me earlier in this room. When you had the honor of...entertaining...Desiree's Loki Kai? Remember?"

Gem closed her eyes in abrupt realization of what Cassiopeia was talking about. "I just broke her nose, what's the harm in that!?" she told herself. She opened her eyes, "I suppose an apology would not satisfy you?"

"Would it you?"

Gem shook her head. She was right. "You are challenging me, then? Where is your sword?"

"Right here!" yelled the Elf and Cassiopeia stepped out from behind the Queen. As she walked quickly towards Gem, her huge clit bobbed and swayed before her.

Gem saw the Desiree prick sized clit jutting out before the advancing Elf and hissed as a lightning bolt of surprised lust flashed through her. Her belly heaved, somewhere way up inside her...about where the tip of that...thing...would reach!

"What?" gasped the Guild Elf. Then she looked up and Cassiopeia's eyes fixed on Gems'.

"It is for you, My Lady! All for you! To take away your agony. To satisfy that emptiness so DEEP inside you!" Cassiopeia spoke her mantra continuously as she approached. Softly, firmly, continuously...

Gem, heart pounding, womb stirring, abruptly now couldn't seem to break her eye-lock with the vampire until that mantra was hers, echoing endlessly in her head. "Give you what you need...far, far up inside you!...to that place that calls out to you to fill it, to penetrate it..."

Cassiopeia stepped up to the panting, sweating, quivering Gem, eyes roaming the Guild Elf's body, taking in every crevice, every swelling. Her clit jumped continuously before her. "Mine!" she triumphantly told herself. "Revenge and this body are now mine!"

Then Cassiopeia showed her fangs.

Almost at once, however, she covered them again with her lips. "So much to explore...to enjoy!" she said aloud, running her hands over the slick and smooth flesh of the Guild Elf Commander.

At first contact Gem gasped and shuddered, but did nothing else. Except pant. Pussy juice was running in waves down the inside of her full, powerful thighs.

"Caution first," the vampire said as she took the hilt of Gem's sword out of the Elf's suddenly slack hand, then threw it on some cushions some feet away. "Good! Now, My Dear, I want you to feel some of my weapon's power!"

She stepped behind the swaying Elf and gawked at the twin meat loaves of the Elf...and the magnificently dark and deep narrow valley between them. "You Guild Elves certainly know how to grow the most impressive asses in Alfheim!"

The tip of her clit became caught between Gem's bulging buns, and Cassiopeia momentarily became speechless as she ran her wide and blunt clit tip up and down that crack.

"AAAAH! WOO! WOO!" went Gem, going up on her toes as she was goosed. Oh damn, did that feel good! her mind screamed. Do more! There was nothing on her mind now but the mad craving to sit on a telephone pole!

The Guild Elf was lost in her arousal. The combination of the lust spell and Cassiopeia's hypnotism having put her consciousness into the moral equivalent of sleep. All that remained was the NEED to be penetrated...filled...fucked.

She was about to be fucked in her sleep!

Cassiopeia clenched her teeth, her thighs quivering from the almost painful sensations shooting up her clit as Gem's asscheeks tried to crush her sliding phallus between them. No wonder Men are so obsessed with their dicks, she told herself with new feminine insight.

The vampire reached around and filled her hands with Gem's full, well over a handful, tits. She pinched those pebbly hard nipples...and twisted.

Gem howled in painful bliss and her hips jerked forward in near orgasm, abruptly freeing the huge, throbbing clit. Quickly Cassiopeia pushed her jumping pole between Gem's thighs and under her dangerous buttocks until it slipped into another swamp.

"Yes! There's where I want to go!" she said aloud into Gem's right ear. The vampire gazed longingly at Gem's smooth, unblemished throat...

Then she jabbed forward...

And fiery moisture enclosed the first four inches of her jutting feminine sex pole.

And Gem barked a brief but loud "NO!" But did nothing.

With an evil chuckled, Cassiopeia snuggled up to Gem's back, pulling the barely struggling Guild Elf to her by her claw-like grip on her tits. She kissed Gem...on the neck. "You want more of me, My Lady?" she gloated.

Gem just moaned, and oh-so-briefly shook her head slightly.

Then the vampire bent her knees and slipped them between Gem's parted knees. Renewing her grip on the Guild Elf's babyfeeders, and with a curt "You will get me anyway!" Cassiopeia straightened her legs and thrust at least an additional foot of wrist thick clit up Gem's pussy.

Gem's eyes flew open and glowed like a flashlight. "AAAAHHHOOOOOHHHH" she howled as a bump bulged out, looking like she had half of a baseball under her skin, just below her deep navel.

Then, with a pig-like grunt, Gem paid off for the vampiric Elf buried in her, "Grunt! Grunt! Grunt!" Gem's glowing eyes rolled up and her jaw dropped in stunned orgasmic shock. Soon her long tongue rolled out to hang down past her chin.

Gem's belly began a rhythmic convulsing, in time with the orgasmic pulses surging through her. They were matched by the rhythmic squeezing of Cassiopeia's buried clit by the Guild Elf's stuffed pussy.

The vampire gnawed on her lower lip, wincing vividly from the...wicked squeezing of her clit. It must be how females get their Male lovers to deliver their semen...milk their organs as the Elf convulses in orgasm!

"You are very effective at that!" Cassiopeia said aloud as her legs locked and her own orgasm seized her. For a long moment the two Elves were lost in their bliss, each forcing the other to orgasm, neither able to take advantage of the other in the meanwhile.

"Don't stop! You darling, never stop!" Cassiopeia gasped into Gem's ear. Then she sent her boob mauling right hand down the Elf's heaving, jumping belly to her mound. Having done the very same thing to herself, when alone on lonely, dark nights, she skillfully slipped her fingertips over Gem's drenched mound and between those soaked, floppy lips. Then her middle fingertip found her target.

Gem's clit was just a pea compared to Cassiopeia's baseball bat, but it was as sensitive...and workable! Expertly, and relentlessly, she began frigging Gem's love button with her middle finger.

"OOOOH! Good! Yes! Don't stop! Please!" Gem mindlessly barked out as the vampire easily reestablished Gem's orgasm, easily converting it into a long, mind numbing series of individual cum incidents. One following the next, never letting the Elf down from the prior without starting the next.

Machine-gun orgasms.

"Grunt! Grunt! Grunt! Grunt! Grunt! Grunt! Grunt!" went Gem, mindlessly fucking Cassiopeia's frigging hand.

Everything else was gone in her mind.

"You are so easy, My Elf!" Cassiopeia husked, watching the vigorously humping Gem's freed tits bounce on her chest as she jerked helplessly in the vampire's arms. Then Cassiopeia's vision settled on Gem's neck...

The vampiric Elf glared at the smooth flesh over the strong muscle. She could actually see the outline of the Jugular!

She could almost taste it!

But no! Not yet, anyway! You just have to fuck this bitch's ass first! And that will make her blow her horny little head off and THEN...she'll taste so wonderfully! Well worth the effort!

Then she licked, one long, slow run of her broad blood red tongue from Gem's shoulder to her chin, right over Gem's Jugular. Afterwards, she released Gem's clit.

"OOOHHH!" Gem cried in mad frustration. Never had she felt such pleasure! Even Desiree hadn't made her cum so madly as this...Cassiopeia! "More!" she whined, squirming her pierced hips, trying to goad the vampire into fucking her.

Right then she just didn't, couldn't care what might happen afterwards!

She had to have it! She'd go mad without belly bulging, stomach quivering, womb dislocating pricking!

NOW!

"Please?" she whined, gripping Cassiopeia by the side of her hips with both hands and grinding her ass back against the Elf.

Cassiopeia growled as Gem rotated her clit stuffed guts around and around her nearly swallowed up phallus. She was giving me a taste of what to expect if I give her what she is begging for! the Elf told herself. It was so good, being in this fat assed Elf! She could stay in her forever.

She must die! roared her uglier side from far inside her head.

Of course! But let's...use her...enjoy her while we can! While she's still alive and warm!

Just as long as she's cold meat when we finish!

Cassiopeia slapped Gem's bulging right bun, hard. The 'crack' echoed off the walls.

As did Gem's chihuahua-like bark in reply.

"Ok, My 'Lady'! Do you want more of this?" The vampire flexed her perennial muscles, making her clit jump way, way up in Gem's convulsing, sucking belly.

"Yes!" the Guild Elf hoarsely and shamelessly replied. "Fuck me! Please!"

She gripped Gem's left tit and began twisting that nipple as her middle fingertip began circling the Guild Elf's little swollen button.

Gem's sweaty, usually flat belly heaved.

"Are you my Bitch, Gem? Will you give yourself to me? Submit to me? Be my Bitch? My fuck Bitch?"

Gem nodded eagerly. "Yes! Anything! I NEED! Use me...fuck me! Anything you like! Just ram that beautiful cock of yours as far as it will go UP ME! I need you inside me...far inside me! Make me taste it! Please!"

Another echoing slap. "Who's your Daddy, slut? Who is MY BITCH!"

"I am! Please! Make me your Bitch! Take me, Daddy! Fuck me good, Daddy! Please?"

"That's better, Bitch!" Cassiopeia finally relented. Pushing on Gem's straight shoulders, she added while looking straight at a horrified Queen Thora, "Assume the position, MY Bitch!" Then she showed the Queen her fangs.

With a demeaning, desperate moan, Gem immediately obeyed. Bending at the waist, straightening her spread legs, she planted her hands on a cushion that rested on the floor. Her head was down, between her straight arms, her still perfect tits swaying before her panting face.

Gem's ass was now offered straight up at the gloating vampire, uninhibitedly displayed.

Cassiopeia ran her hands over those meatloaves, pulling them apart to see Gem's other 'fuck hole', her tight anus. She swore, when she released the spread asscheeks, they gave out with a report when they slapped together over that anus!

But her 'weapon' was already seated, over a foot up Gem's equally offered up pussy. So she gripped Gem by the edges of her wide (for an Elf) hips, and pressed in, pushing against Gem's cervix and forcing her womb farther up into her.

"UH! OOOO! YES! It's so good! Don't stop! More!" wailed the Guild Elf.

Cassiopeia looked down and saw that a good three or more inches of swollen clit still remained outside! That wouldn't do!

So she pushed on Gem's bubblebutt hips, and the Guild Elf, now whining in disappointment, obediently leaned forward.

And inches of throbbing, soaking wet, wrist thick clit reappeared from the hot tub of Gem's belly.

When she thought enough had reappeared, the vampire pulled Gem back towards her. When those bubblebutt buns were about three inches from her belly, something way up Gem's belly smacked into Cassiopeia's blunt clit tip.

Hard!

"Grunt!" went Gem, then "AAAAHH!"

Cassiopeia just went "AAAAAHHH!" as the Guild Elf's puss tube convulsed around her clit when Gem's cervix bounced off the vampire's clit tip.

But Gem was a quick learner and she immediately leaned forward again, for about a foot, then slammed herself back onto that steel bar rigid feminine phallus!

Both Elves cried out in clear bliss with that contact. Then Gem was moving forward again...

Soon Gem was all too eagerly leaning to and fro, her wide hips flying forwards and backwards, only stopped by the ever more violent contact between Cassiopeia's clit tip and Gem's cervix. The vampiric Elf had to do nothing but rest her hands on Gem's flying ass and watch the Guild Elf fuck herself brainless upon her dominating clit!

Cassiopeia's knees kept threatening to buckle, however, as the wild, moist/hot pleasure of Gem's squeezing, sucking fuck tube around her jerking clit threatened to send the vampire off into the dreamworld of multiple orgasms...sucked off by frantic Guild Elf pussy!

Then Gem's bulbous buttocks abruptly smacked into Cassiopeia's hips! Suddenly the howling, humping, sweat-dripping hard fucking Guild Elf had managed to take in that extra three inches of clit!

Her cervix must have given way, the vampiric Elf gasped to herself as Gem's magnificent hips began flipping up and down over and around her motionless clit. Those big cheeks moved in a blur, flying up then smashing down, the smack of Guild Elf bun and Wood Elf hip bones echoing off the walls, "Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!"

And Gem? Her arms had collapsed entirely and her face was buried in the cushion, her teeth clamped down furiously on the cushion's casing, chewing on it as the highest pitched, loud and forced squeals and shrieks of absolute female penetration pleasure surged through those clenched white teeth.

Still, that magnificent horse massaged Guild Elf ass rode Cassiopeia's 'bone' in a wild blur.

And the vampire Elf was going-too-Cum! "AHHH! Fuck!" she cried out suddenly, eyes bulging as they stared down at Gem's blurry ass flew, continuing her enthusiastic suck off of feminine phallus. "Oh, you little darling!" the Vampire added, starting to jerk uncontrollably as her own machine-gun orgasms overtook her. "You are a natural!" As the Elf's eyes rolled up she went on, "You are so good! You are made for fucking!"

Then the swaying jerks that signaled an Elf in orgasmic crisis took her.

And she couldn't have been more right about Guild Elves!

Queen Thora watched in horror...well, maybe not horror, serious, fearful concern more like it...as the two Elves fucked each others brains out.

Cassiopeia had no idea how long her brains were scrambled by her back shuddering, knee bending orgasms, but Thora estimated a good fifteen minutes of continuous orgasm. But Gem was still going strong when the vampire returned to the present.

Gem had the sweetest smile on her sweat dripping face as she continued to fuck away on and around that indefatigable phallus. A wondrous phallus that never spewed babies into her and never went limp afterwards!

But Cassiopeia had other plans! As soon as her orgasms died away, her evil side was screaming, "Kill the Elf! She's been cuming for minutes. Her blood cannot be made more delicious than it is now! Don't waste your magnificent breaking of the Elf! Take Her! Furthermore, if she gets away after all this, she will then start a vendetta against you..."

A vendetta! Hundreds of Guild Elves, with blood in their eyes, and looking for her! That was enough to goad Cassiopeia out of her top fantasies! "You're right!" she said aloud to her evil side. "Time to end this!" And she pushed powerfully on Gem's flying asscheeks.

With an "OOF!" Gem fell flat upon her belly on the cushions scattered all over the floor. Even before she could look over her shoulder in sudden empty belly shock, the vampire was back upon her, back riding her back. And her fangs were out!

Cassiopeia gasped, nonetheless, when her still furiously erect (It will go down, won't it?) clit, as she climbed upon Gem's svelte, slick back, naturally slid into the deep ass valley of the Guild Elf. For the briefest moment the vampiric Elf considered fucking that other, even TIGHTER hole, but her evil side barked right back up, "Kill her! Take her while you still have the chance!"

But Gem squealed with the goose, and showed that she was thinking of more sex, not dying.

Cassiopeia lay upon the panting Gem, grinding her pole right up between the Guild Elf's meatloaves which held that huge clit like a hot-dog bun holds a hot-dog. A foot long hot-dog!

The vampire seized a horny and befuddled Gem by her hair and yanked her head aside, stretching out her vulnerable neck. "You were a good challenger and opponent, and a damn fine fuck...for a bottom! But now, you'll just have to be a delicious meal!" Cassiopeia said in finality, then dropped her head towards Gem's neck while opening her mouth wide, displaying her inches long fangs...

Gem just panted and whined, "Fuck me! Please! Fuck me!"

However, just at that moment, 'something' interfered...

It was the flat of a blade, smacking alongside the flat of a Wood Elf's skull! A Guild Elf blade!

"Ack!" went a suddenly unconscious Cassiopeia as she rolled off the whining Gem. Without the welcoming pressure and butt probing pole upon her back, Gem blearily looked over her shoulder.

"Huh?" she astutely exclaimed. "What? You...I know you...Stryker!"

And Stryker was, indeed, standing at Gem's feet, the biggest, broadest smile on her hunky face. "You Ok, Commander?"

"Uh...what happened...can you fuck me, Please?"

Stryker's smile dropped. Then she stepped forward. "Forgive me, My Commander!" she quietly said and, bending over, she viciously slapped Gem, twice. once on each cheek.

Actually it was only once. Stryker's second slap was stopped, by Gem's lightning quick hand, just before stinging contact was made to her other cheek. "What has happened?" she immediately barked at Stryker, while quickly looking around her, getting her bearings. Then, with a start, she looked over her shoulder, then gasped, "The Queen-"

Queen Thora beamed back at the Guild Elf Commander.

Gem started to lean forward in preparation of rising, already barking orders, "Get Her out of here! Where is my sword?" Then she suddenly stopped and clutched her belly. Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened. A second later her eyes almost rolled up and she grunted as a single, fierce and blistering orgasm flashed through her.

"There must be some arousal cast on this building, I'm hotter than Desiree's balls," Stryker explained as she helped Gem to her feet. "Almost makes me wish I was back with that Dragon!"

Gem smiled ruefully. "Well, don't let any of these..." and she looked at the unconscious Cassiopeia sprawled on the floor, "monsters that Desiree has been collecting get near you. And don't look into their eyes! With this spell in here they can...I guess hypnotize you very easily." Then Gem raised her hand to her reddened cheek.

Stryker looked at the floor and hemmed around. "Oh! About that, Commander, I thought..."

"Don't mention it. I needed it... But just one slug next time, okay?"

Stryker grinned and nodded.

"Wait a minute!" Gem then noticed. "You were ordered to get the army to safety! You violated my orders!"

"You were being violated, right here!"

"No excuse to violate orders..." they walked up to the Queen and began freeing her.

"I'm sorry, Commander! But we have 300 literally natural born leaders in our army! If I couldn't find a damn good Commander out of them...They are at the rendezvous point."

Gem put the Queen's arm around her shoulder and began for the door. "What about those Loki Kai? Any get away?"

Stryker just smiled as she handed Gem her clothes and sword. "But we did disobey another of your orders to the Army."

"What?"

Stryker's grin was infectious. "We did take trophies. After we cut their heads off, we cut off their...dicks!"

"Now I gave specific orders...what did you do with them?"

Again that grin! "We collected them in a big pile and burned them!"

Gem couldn't help but giggle. "Okay, let's get out of here!" Gem looked back at the still unconscious Cassandra in her rack. "Stryker free the Human girl, and then follow us out of here..."

"Right," the Elf saluted.

Gem called back. "Don't free the other Elf, she's been attacked by Cassiopeia. Then get out of here!"

Stryker saluted again and made for Batgirl. She stared appreciatively at the racked athletic beauty, Stryker's lesbian top tendencies fired up by the casting on the room.

She was hornier than anything! Or since that Dragon!

The only thing wrong was, before Stryker could even get to Batgirl's rack, a bright, silent flash of light off to her left, far down the Throne Room, brought a distraction to her attention and a drawing of her sword.

Completely alert, even when in sweaty horniness from the spell filling the room, she waited for whomever had teleported into the room.

Then she saw a figure. It was running towards her. She relaxed when she saw that the figure was only Elf height...NOT Desiree or a Dark Lord!

Then Stryker gasped in shock, "Flare?!"

The sweet, delicious little sextoy of Commander Gem came rushing up to Stryker, eyes twinkling, absolute buck naked!

Stryker felt a rush of pure lesbonic lust surge through her at the bouncing firm tits and firm, full athletic legs churning.

Then the Guild Elf was wrapping her svelte arms around Stryker's neck and planting a big kiss on her!

As soon as Stryker wrapped her arms around Flare...and it was her, she was quickly convinced...she opened her mouth for another famous Guild Elf lesbonic soul, 'tongue down the throat' kiss.

At once Flare spit a mouthful of 'something' into her open mouth! Then she maintained the kiss, but closing her mouth, until Stryker swallowed 'it'!

It tasted horrible! It smelled worse!

A bare moment later, though, her culinary opinion changed. Actually it wasn't all that bad! Kinda smelled like the Dragon, actually! Yes, it really tasted like the Dragon's...SEMEN!

Flare broke the kiss and dropped to her feet. Stryker was now able to see her face clearly. That luscious Elf face...will those coiled worms of coagulated semen hanging and swaying from it!

With a bright smile Flare then plunged her hand down the front of Stryker's pants! Inside her pants! Quickly, expertly, she caught the Elf's already stiff little clit and began twirling it between her thumb and forefinger!

"OOOOOO!" went Stryker, instantly paralyzed with wicked pleasure. Heat formed in her belly, like after the first swallow of strong ale, and rapidly spread throughout her already aroused body.

She thought, as she grabbed Flare's pants invading, flexing arm, that the heat in her belly resembled the heat that the Dragon's semen, after she had sucked him off the first time, had created in her so long ago in the cave.

Only it was much, much more potent. It swept through her in no time at all, suppressing her mind and will, locking her muscles, freezing her on the spot. Soon Stryker was dumbly staring ahead, swaying and jerking as Flare frigged her...expertly.

Then, like a drunk, her eyes moved slowly over to where another figure was approaching.

A much taller figure.

One with glowing red eyes!

Desiree stepped up to the buzzed Elf, a tight smirk on her face. "So! Another Guild Elf spy, trying to find my secrets? Trying to destroy me, like this little fucktoy?" Desiree gave a smiling Flare a wicked slap on her bubblebutt, the crack echoing as Flare just closed her eyes in bliss and cooed.

Desiree swept aside the front of her floor length skirt and her Loki Cock reared up into Stryker's face. The Elf's eyes crossed watching a finger thick strand of coiled Guild Elf food ooze out the tip.

"I think its time you learned the consequences of endlessly, arrogantly invading my home and denigrating its owner, Elf! And who your superiors really are and how they should be treated!"

"Woof!" Stryker barked, a big smile growing on her Dark Lord semen drugged face.

Desiree's hand came down upon the Elf's head, wrapping around the entire top of her skull. With masterful, overwhelming power she pushed down on Stryker's head.

"Time to properly service your superiors, don't you think, Elf?" Desiree smirked as Stryker sank to her knees, her eyes never leaving that now swinging worm of wadd.

Hands back on her hips with the Elf on her knees, Desiree's eyes glowed like coals. "Service me properly, Elf, and maybe, as a reward, I'll put you in one of those racks and use you the way Loki intended for you to be used!"

Eyes still locked on that cockhead, Stryker moaned and her tongue flashed out. Adeptly snagging the half foot long swinging strand of tacky cum out of the air like a chameleon catches a nightcrawler hanging from a branch, her tongue dragged the coiled protein to its doom in her mouth. The little bit of cum tail missed her mouth and slapped across her nose was immediately inhaled into her mouth like spaghetti.

Her swallow seemed to echo off Desiree's Throne Room walls.

Grabbing the Guild Elf by her beautiful, curly, off blond hair, Desiree pulled Stryker's face towards the again drooling cockhead. "You want a god?" she said, eyes flashing. "I'll show you your god!"

And Stryker opened her drooling mouth as wide as she could...as wide as she did with the Dragon, and Desiree's cockhead disappeared into her maw.

"Service your god!" Desiree roared, closing her eyes in the bliss of an official Guild Elf blowjob as Stryker started up a noisy, sloppy, gagging, eager, dedicated and, above all, utterly ball draining suck off.

"Yes!" Suddenly overwhelmed by drooling, sucking, gnawing hot Guild Elf mouth, Desiree cried out, "suck me like you did Dragonshaft! I taste much better than he, just ask your slutty Commander, Gem! And that is the least you can do after all the trouble you have put me through! Oh! I didn't know you could swallow so much! Fuck your good! Can you swallow all of me, you delightful enemy?"

Stryker, her throat bloated with nearly half of Desiree's Loki Cock, reached out with her buff arms and gripped each of Desiree's melon sized balls in a powerful hand. Then she squeezed...

"OOOO! Easy or I'll cum...cum!...oh fuck!" Desiree cried, rapidly losing control of her ducts.

And, with the first pulse from the tube running a good foot down her throat, Stryker, after her experience with sucking off Dragonshaft's cock, flared her nostrils in preparation. Finally, as Desiree shrieked her sucked off bliss, Stryker's head began nodding, bobbing from the powerful pulses of the cock in her throat, jerking her head up and down as divine meat spewed down her gullet...

And then overflowed in wild, violent spurts out her nostrils.

As Desiree repeatedly shrieked her, temporary, surrender to Guild Elf oral skill, jet after forced jet of spooge spewed out Stryker's nostrils to collect down her face and stick in long, tacky strands to the huge balls she held. As Desiree ground Stryker's flushed face into her rock hard belly, trying to get every inch of her eighteen inch wadd pumper down the Dark Lord cum drugged and willingly cock submissive Elf's throat, foot long, thumb thick strands of congealed Aesir babystuff hung and swung from Stryker's rock hard nipples, her pointed chin, her flared nostrils, and from Desiree's huge balls.

And Desiree, as Dragonshaft had done much earlier, just kept spewing...