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.

29. The Dark Lords Start Scheming and Desire

Lord Chaos' bedroom antechamber seemed to Harley to be the quietest room in Lokin. Not so much because of the natural insulation of the vast, mainly hollow construction of his tall and wide rooms, but from the raucous goings on outside the room, in the Meeting Hall of Chaos' Castle, some one hundred feet, at least, outside of the towering half foot thick oak and iron door leading to his bedroom suite!

It sounded like the half dozen Dark Lords of the Council of Governors, as well as their attending Dark Lord Advisors and/or Mistresses, were tearing the place apart. (For once, as important as the subject was, non-Dark Lord agents, bed-warmers, advisors, fuck-toys, etc. were specifically NOT invited/ordered to attend.) The pounding and splintering of ancient wooden tables and thick, iron reinforced oak doors, the noisy smashing of clay and glass vessels, and the endless roars and piercing screams of the Dark Lords as they 'debated' their 'talking points' seemed, to Harley, to fill the entire Castle with a din of limitless pandemonium!

Harley thought she should give her...awesomely hung new "Puddin'" (and he definitely put Joker's 'equipment' to shame!) a break, as well as the benefit of the doubt, for rather shrilly and hastily calling an emergency meeting of the Dark Lord's Council just over a day after running into, and humiliatingly having to 'pay off' with Kia, the so-called 'new' Loki!

She had never seen the typically megalomaniacal Dark Lord so alarmed!

Once he had calmed down from seeing this 'Loki' un-expectantly, and apparently easily, teleport back to the cave/prison cell His Moira who at the time, even worse, was blatantly and overwhelmingly (and agreeably!) impaled on the Minotaur's (Minotaur! Now how did HE get out without Chaos knowing it?!) awesome lance, to Chaos' credit in Harley's eyes, the Dark Lord had tried to explain it to her, from on top her, last night. This was a major singular event in the approximate five thousand year history of the Dark Lords in Lokin!

Loki was the one who had kept them at bay, isolated in their frigid Northern mountains. Before he left he had placed a protective cast upon Asgard that had kept the rapacious Dark Lords out of Loki's luscious Guild Elf harem for three thousand years!

And now another Loki had appeared!

What new powers did this 'Loki' bring with him?

What had added to his distress was the fact that, since this new Loki had appeared, HE COULDN'T even get access into the Minotaur's cave! Immediately after talking with this 'Loki', Chaos naturally tried to make contact with the Minotaur...to see how Moira was doing, of course! Even better, to arrange to rescue her! Yet 'something' was completely blocking his access! Something distinctly magical...and alien to the Dark Lords...

Chaos...all Dark Lords...distrusted surprises...

Especially if they had never seen before what caused them!

But, as he satisfied and relieved his 'Blue Balls' (A constant trait and problem with Dark Lords, Harley had quickly recognized.) all over her face, Chaos mentioned that he was personally convinced this was an impostor...or, at least, someone not nearly as well trained in magik as the original!

Harley, with her mouth stuffed with...delicious, she had to admit...Chaos glans and her eye sockets merely new lakes of especially funky and arousing Dark Lord spunk, wisely did not, could not, reply.

Immediately after unloading into Harley's face, without waiting for her to clear the gooey strands of spooge from her chin and eyes, Chaos called the meeting while sitting right next to her. It was a Golden Opportunity! He had announced to the other leering Dark Lords. Maybe THE Golden Opportunity for the Dark Lords in Lokin! He had to convince the other Dark Lords that the time to strike had finally come!

First: That bitch Desiree certainly crippled "Loki's" all protective Guild Elf army, the only material 'force' in Lokin the Dark Lords truly feared.

Second: This newcomer most likely does not have the skill of the original at manipulating Asgard's magik shielding effectively enough to keep a massed and coordinated Dark Lord's assault out of Asgard and away from the source of all power in Lokin!

Third: Desiree, that traitorous slut, escaped where Moira didn't. To save her hide from Dark Lord gang rape retribution, she would do anything!

Thus, this new, inexperienced 'Loki' would be attacked from two sides with his Guild Elf sluts already weakened and crippled!

Finally, the Dark Lords would have the source of magik in Lokin! No more stealing bits of magic spells...

They would have it all!

Including, as well, hundreds of juicy Guild Elf fuck-bunnies at their sexual beck and call!

The last statement really didn't disturb Harley in the least. She had rapidly grown accustomed to Dark Lord megalomania when it came to their, she had to admit...awe inspiring, porn-quality demon-dicks! Chaos, and apparently the other Dark Lords as well, were worse braggarts about their female 'conquests' than a high school sophomore in the boy's locker room trying to talk his way onto the football team! As far as she was concerned Chaos could have all the sex slaves he wanted, as long as Harley was his main, and last in the day, squeeze!

She smugly thought of Chaos' prior main squeeze! That Moira had been in her way, big time!, and Harley certainly agreed that she deserved to have that horse-hung cow up her ass for all eternity! With her gone, Chaos was putty in her hands!

Very firm and jutting putty! And a real furious puddin' pumping piece of putty!

She just wanted to stay around until she could make Chaos top dog around Asgard and Harley could replace Moira as his permanent main squeeze!

That was what Harley always wanted, no matter who was banging her!

And better, at least Chaos hadn't been smacking her big, round ass...with his hand, like some of her other "puddin's"!

Harley turned to face Carolyn Hobson, who was once again tied into the vertical rack, spread eagled in naked glory. Harley admired the woman's figure. Obviously she had enhanced it with the 'magik' they talked so much about here. Her boobs were damn near the size of Harley's, only with a little more pear-shaped sag to them. Her hips even looked wider than her own! Nice round ass, too.

Too bad Harley wasn't a dyke! At least not most of the time!

She was panting up a storm as Harley walked up to her, an arrogant, evil smile growing on her face. Mrs. Hobson was dripping sweat, and other fluids, as Harley looked her up and down with an appreciative smirk.

Harley was again wearing her court jester's costume...sorta. It was made of a fabric with alternating white and red squares, it just wasn't as...complete as her original costume. On top was a string thin bikini top with cups just large enough to cover her jutting nipples, leaving the rest of her chest exposed to whomever cared to leer...but especially Chaos!

She recognized immediately that He was a boob man! But not 'just' one!

So, below her flat, narrow and smooth waist, on her bottom...

She wore white and red checkerboard chaps...

Around her waist, just atop her hip bones, was a half inch wide 'belt'. From that belt, dropping along the outside edge of her wide, firm hips was her 'garters'. They dropped down the side of her hips to mid thigh, where they expanded into red and white squared stockings that covered her feet. Between her upper belt and her stockings was nothing but Harley.

Her hips were stark, deliciously naked!

Even her pubic hair was long, and permanently, gone!

Chaos liked women to be bald 'down there', Harley knew.

"Fuck me!" Carolyn desperately and hoarsely cried out as Harley stood before her, smirking at Mrs. Hobson's dripping wet, flaming red twat. "Please! I need it so bad!"

"I bet you do!" Harley replied, recalling last night. As soon as Kia and Carolyn had finished their lingual love making, Chaos had racked the still horny woman. The fact that she was still horny after being tongue fucked by an Elf (Which was saying something, if you had ever seen an Elf flick out a two foot, prehensile tongue to lick the tips of her ears!) wasn't really surprising...no female could remain cold to sexual relations when Chaos, or more precisely, his massive cock, was in the room.

Once Mrs. Hobson was racked, Chaos immediately pushed a naked, squealing, completely acquiescent Harley upon his bed, upon her back, and climbed upon her. Harley recalled in awed detail how that foot and a half of arm thick organ fucked her into a semi-conscious lump right in-front of a panting, begging Carolyn. Once he finished with her, Harley was left vividly convulsing in orgasmic aftershocks well into the night.

Never had she been fucked like that!

Even comparing it to that time when she let a very enthusiastic and athletic teenaged Robin learn the 'facts of life' upon her when he caught her in that alley...

She recalled hearing Carolyn's obscene, humiliating pleading to Chaos numerous times that evening as she drifted in and out of unconsciousness while convulsing in repeated, untouched orgasms upon his bed. He must have been presenting his organ to the racked woman, waving the cockhead under her nose, tormenting her just to hear her beg.

Chaos could be a real bastard...

"Well," Harley added, "I could relieve you of your torment...for a price!"

"What is it?" she nearly screamed. "What?"

"Information..."

Shock on her face, Carolyn shook her head, sweat flying about her shoulders.

Harley's smug smile broadened. She reached down, between the wide spread thighs of the quivering woman. For a long moment her fingers slid between Mrs. Hobson's long, floppy labia.

Carolyn desperately tried not to gasp as Harley probed.

She failed miserably.

Then Harley found the little, furiously stiff, button where the labia come together...

"No! AAAAHHHHIIII! Please! PLEASE! Oh, I'm dying! Have mercy! AAAAAHHHH!" the woman wailed the beseeched, thrashing wildly in her spread eagled bonds.

"Then answer my questions! You know, if you give me what I want, I will talk Lord Chaos into giving you what you need! Just the way you saw me get it last night!"

Jerking her hips in aftershocks, Carolyn bit her lower lip.

"You are a witch, aren't you?" Harley said into her flushed, sweaty face.

Finally Carolyn nodded.

"From Earth?"

Much more quickly she briskly nodded again.

"And you have something to do with this new Loki character, don't you?" Harley then twisted that button, cruelly.

And Carolyn howled, her high pitched screech echoing off the high ceiling of the bedroom. When Harley released her clit, and she came back down, she shook her head violently.

Harley frowned, sadly. "Not to be melodramatic, Carolyn, but I have ways to make you talk!" Then Harley turned her back on the racked woman and walked, slowly, towards a table set against the opposite wall.

As she walked she could feel Carolyn's eyes fixed on the...huge...oval hole set between her full, round, pillow-like buttocks and right over her anus. Chaos had given her that when, without discussion or permission given, he had flipped her, quite helpless, multi-orgasmic body over upon her stomach and proceeded to give her her first butt fuck...

As she howled, just like Carolyn had just done, he sank every wickedly thick inch of his meat into her bowels. When he began fucking her in foot long strokes, she really blew her head off!

She couldn't believe how...good...it hurt!

As she reached the table she said back to the, no doubt, ass gawking woman, "It was wonderful! Hurt so good I couldn't resist cuming under him! Never had I...lost control of my body like when he was riding my back, spreading my bowels, moving my guts out of his way! I couldn't stop cuming under...for him! Let me tell you! You're really not a grown woman yet until you've been fucked in the ass with a devil's cock! You'll agree with me, IF I let him use your asshole tonight!"

She picked up a riding crop, flicking it a couple of times, listening to the sharp 'whoosh!" of the stiff wooden whip end. She turned to Carolyn, and smiled.

"If you answer my questions, that is!" she added.

Then she tossed the crop back on the table and strode back to the rack.

"I don't need that!" she husked into Carolyn's strained, dripping face. Then she raised her right fist into the woman's face. "I have a new way to make you talk! One I learned from those slutty Guild Elves!"

Carolyn's eyes widened in raw fear. She instantly remembered another fist...an Elf's fist...on a road long, long ago...and what it did to her! Unstoppably! Effortlessly! "No! Please! Not that! You're too big! I can never..."

"'Take it'?" Harley replied in a sinister hiss. "Oh, we'll see about that! I think you will be very surprised just what, and how much, you can take up into you around here...in this wonderful place! And how good it will feel to take it! All of it! And, of course, how much you will want it again once you've taken it!"

Carolyn closed her eyes tight, in apparent doom to the haughty Harley. But the woman was recalling...remembering a slightly smaller fist, one used by a beautiful, blond Elf...a jealous and mercilessly furious blond Elf...and how the woman would fear for the rest of her existence ever meeting that Elf again...and her dread that she would be unable to resist BEGGING that Elf to use it in her again!

Harley lowered her fist and slipped it between Mrs. Hobson's spread thighs. She began running her knuckles, fingers, entire fist over and through the dripping, spread and floppy cunt she found there. In a minute, as Carolyn whimpered and gasped, Harley's fist was soaked with hot female lubricant.

"You're ready!" Harley smirked as she squatted before the white eyed, clearly terror filled human. Looking at her soaked fist, she added, "And, thanks to you, slut that you are, so am I!"

Then Harley pressed the knuckles of her fist firmly against Mrs. Hobson's pussy, and began twisting it against the woman's wide open crotch.

She smirked when, almost immediately, Mrs. Hobson hissed as Harley crushed her clit between knuckles and pelvic bone.

"No..." she gasped, then moaned, loud and long.

Like a slut...

Looking up at Carolyn's face, Harley barked, "Tell me! What have you to do with Loki?" Increasing the upward pressure, she sped up her knuckle grinding.

Mrs. Hobson's jaw quivered, lowering in building submissive feminine bliss. "No! Nothing!" Mrs. Hobson gasped out...unconvincingly.

Harley smoothly slipped her grinding knuckles further back on Carolyn's pussy, right over her hole...

Carolyn instantly recognized the threat. "Please! Not that! Please!" she gasped in near panic, already feeling herself give way. Easily! Willingly!

Harley understood the woman's response. She could feel her slutty twat already spreading wide to admit Harley's wickedly wide fist. "Then tell me, slut!"

"OOOH!" Carolyn moaned as Harley's knuckles slipped into her willingly expanding vaginal opening. She was readily spreading for the woman's fist! She couldn't help it! She couldn't stop it! Her body wanted...NEEDED that delicious penetration...so badly!

Carolyn began to panic. It was feeling...oh so...too much...wickedly good!

Suddenly the top half of Harley's fist popped into the woman's pussy.

Carolyn shrieked from the searing bolt of submissive, all to feminine, submissive pleasure, Then she moaned, a long, drawn out, all too desperate moan as the evilly leering Harley began again to twist her half swallowed fist in the woman's dripping twat.

"You're fucked!" Harley exclaimed. "Tell me what I want, and I'll fuck you! I'll fuck you like you want...you need...like a Dark Lord! All the torment will be gone! I'll stuff you until your belly bulges out like you were pregnant! I'll fuck you until you can't cum anymore! All you have to do is tell me where this Loki come from! What abilities does he have? What doesn't he have? Tell me, pussy!"

Carolyn shook her head again, but not nearly as vigorously as before. She was hanging entirely by her arms now, letting all her weight down, 'sitting' on Harley's twisting, cunt spreading fist.

Her eyes were glazing over...

Another inch of fist up into her, and another shriek. Actually this time, however, the cry was more one of pure, desperate, life threatening female...hunger.

For penetration...

"Tell me!"

"Please!" Carolyn gasped back with a jerk of her head.

"'Please' what? More? You want more of me inside you?"

Broken by need, single tears of shame running down each of her flushed, shiny cheeks, Carolyn just nodded, once.

Harley pulled her fist out of her with a slimy pop.

"NO! PLEASE! Don't stop! PLEASE!" the woman instantly screamed out, desperate fear on her distorted face.

Harley just frowned. "Then answer my questions! What have you to do with that new Loki? What have you done, Witch?"

"Please! Don't make me!" Carolyn wailed, streams of tears now running down her sweaty cheeks.

Harley rose and turned as if to go. "I don't need to put up with this, bitch! I can get a Dark Lord Cock up my ass whenever I want! If you don't know where your better interests...and your oh so urgently needed fucking...lie, it's not my fault!"

Bawling like a little girl, Carolyn broke, her impressively stacked, self-designed body shaking violently. "No! Don't leave me like this! Oh! Oh! Oh! Okay! Okay! I'll talk! Just fuck me! I need it so bad!"

"And that's how you're going to get it! Just as soon as you talk!" Harley replied with a barely restrained chuckle while squatting again.

Crying in misery and humiliation, Carolyn blurted out, "He's from Earth! He came here looking for his wife, a red headed young woman who got too close to Desiree and was taken by her, most likely to here...still here! I assume Desiree still has her! I...I gave him Loki's Cock...my husband Victor discovered the spell near the Temple of the Brisingamen and gave it to me before Desiree turned him into a Loki Cock enslaved Wood Elf! I was hoping that the cock would protect him from the Guild and, in turn, the Guild would make him into Loki!"

Harley gawked at the woman. "What the fuck? Turning a man into a fucking female Elf? Kinky! I wish I could have done that! After all, I hear that Batgirl couldn't withstand what Desiree was packing! Maybe Batman would have been easier to get cooperation out of if he had a twat. After all, I'm pretty experienced with licking pussy!"

Then she looked up at the strained, sweaty face looking down at her in terminally desperate need. "And YOU gave him what it took to become Loki? That takes balls! Say, Chaos told me that a witch from Earth destroyed Lord Dread...You did that, too?"

Carolyn stared back at Harley, her fearful silence answering all questions.

Harley smiled. Once she told Chaos that, she'd be in real good with Him! And Carolyn would be fucked into a lump! A happy, brainless lump! "I'm impressed! It's a shame such an...accomplished woman has to be fucked brain-dead!" Then she pressed her fist back into the woman's still widely parted vaginal opening.

Carolyn pleaded down at the smirking lunatic, "You won't tell him, will you!? You can't! He'll destroy me!"

Then her traitorous pussy gave way and Harley's fist disappeared into Mrs. Hobson.

All she could do was shriek, again.

"Sorry about this, Carolyn!" Harley replied with a totally evil, bitchy smirk. "But I need to get on Chaos' good side and this is about the best info I can use to do that! Well, at least you'll die with the biggest dick you can imagine buried in your belly and the biggest smile on your face!" Then Harley pushed her swallowed fist up into Carolyn's belly.

"Noooo! OOOOOOHHHHH!" went the woman as a knot formed in her belly, just above her pubic mound, and slowly travelled up her mid-line till it bulged out her navel.

Harley had half of her arm up the woman before her knuckles struck Carolyn's cervix. When she started grinding those knuckles against her cervix, the woman's eyes rolled up and her hips jerked.

"Cuming already?" Harley smirked. "Figures! I knew you'd be easy when I first saw you!"

Then she pulled her arm down about a foot. Immediately she thrust her arm back up, just as hard as she could.

Oh did Carolyn howl when Harley's knuckles hit her cervix that time! Harley quickly pulled down, then began a foot long fucking of the woman's wide spread pussy, smashing her fist into Carolyn's cervix with each thrust in, repeating over and over and over...

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" went Carolyn as her eyes rolled up further and her head fell back. Her hips jerked dramatically with each punch against her uterus.

"This is fun!" Harley laughed, listening to the helpless human grunt while watching Carolyn's swollen belly quiver like jello.

"Grunt! Grunt! Squeal! Squeal! Grunt! GRUNT!" went the overwhelmed woman as powerful, body convulsing waves of forced orgasm seized her. Her mind blanked out as compelling bliss took her over.

Harley could give a fuck.

Roger, aka: the Divine Lord Loki II, sat on a ten foot wide collection of large cushions, not unlike those in Rita's room when he 'did' her.

Only not pastels...

He was silent, eyes closed, as he went over the spell casts implanted in his mind by the Brisingamen. Just as he had been doing almost continuously since he had become a 'god', some thirty hours ago.

The Loki Help had been a brilliant idea. A great, essential help to him. And Roger prayed it still would be.

But mastering god-level magik still required good ol' fashion study and practice to get the thousands of casts straight. Right then he was concentrating on getting the most basic and commonly used casts down. That had been the recommendation of Loki Help.

Loki Help hadn't talked to him much, lately.

HE, too, had changed. Besides seriously bulking up...not to Hulk standards, but he now possessed one nicely formed and balanced physique...and absolutely no credit to him for it. But his physique was not unlike some classical statues from the Renaissance.

He felt, at least, like he could run...or fuck?...all day long without losing his breath! He not only looked like he was in the best 'shape' of his life, but he felt like he was! He had yet to witness any physical fatigue at all.

He had been trying not to think of all the pussy around him, but it was becoming downright difficult. Really! Oh, he had had the usual male interest in strange women's bodies, going back to when he was...er...married on Earth. But this was different! Like he was the 'Governator' on steroids right after giving a nude massage to Angelina Joile...he was seriously...horny! He was getting constantly recurring thoughts, suggestions appearing in his mind, all revolving around an obsessive desire to 'sow his oats' to all the delightful, most female of creatures he knew surrounded him in Asgard!

The most common thought was inseminating about a dozen naked, squealing, worshipful Elves at one time...

Those little 'thoughts' of pinning anonymous Elves just wouldn't stop! It felt just like he had felt on the prairie with Flare, so long ago.

When she had stripped before the fire...

Right in front of him!

Did gods get 'blue balls'?

He had been told that Rita, the Princess, was heavy with child. Already!

Apparently the gestation period of Royal Elves was no where nearly as long as for humans!

Hmm! One shot, so to speak! What a stud you are!

He also no longer needed to sleep. And that bothered him. He wasn't used to not sleeping, even if it were true he didn't need it anymore. Something in his head told him that Dark Lords were like that, and THAT bothered him! He didn't want to have any traits of Dark Lords!

Except similar sized genitals, maybe!

Something in his unchanged brain kept telling him late at night that he should be sleepy, or at least tired. But there was no desire, nor ability, to doze off, no signals from his overactive brain that sleep was required, or even wanted. Just, out of habit he guessed, the call that he should be sleepy.

He had been using the vast bulk of the past thirty hours studying, without great straining effort, mind you. But he had managed to do a few things besides sit quietly in what was apparently 'His' room and concentrate on magik spells.

He had watched as the Guild Elf army returned, standing on a terrace some one hundred feet above the Eastern Gate as they smartly rode in, looking none the less for wear considering what they had suffered under the Loki Kai. The townsfolk called out to greet them cheered him just as loudly for just showing up for the return of 'His' Guild Elves!

He wasn't used to that, being cheered for just showing up!

The response embarrassed Him, especially before his Guild Elves. He hadn't really done anything for the Elves, as yet, to justify their applause, He thought.

In one of the increasingly rare visits to his head by Loki Help, during the entrance of the army into Asgard, Loki Help had complimented Him on the humility of His response to their cheers. He reminded Roger of the tendency for new 'gods' to get swelled heads (As opposed to swollen cocks, which was okay!) from the natural and spontaneous worshipful flattery of his 'subjects'. Such easy and constant diaphanous accolades could 'turn the head' of lesser leaders, creating an arrogant and distant attitude towards the worshipful responses of mere playtoy Elves.

In other words, their cheers were bullshit! He would get this every-time he stepped out of Asgard Castle!

Only because he was a god! A god who would protect them from the Dark Lords!

Overall, however, the main cause of the disquiet troubling Him since he porked Rita was: He just didn't FEEL like a god!

Anyway, what did being a 'god' feel like?

That is, outside of having a physique like a decathlon champion...

He went back over his experiences of the last thirty hours...

Well, their sense of taste was a damn sight improved over that of mortal men! He had eaten twice in the past thirty hours and he had to admit that the food tasted like they had put super MSG on it or something! The flavor was incredibly intense and succulent! He worried he would overeat what with food tasting so...good!

But, did a god have to worry about overeating?

And fashion seemed to be the prerogative of gods, too. He had asked for a pair of pants, not wanting to go around with his schlong swinging about and he had grown tired of his 'kilt'. He had been quickly given a modified (highly so) pair of Guild field issue tights, about a dozen sizes too big for Flare. Still, the legs were a little short on him, and the 'seat' tight around the hips.

Or maybe the tightness was deliberate! After all, the pants gave him a codpiece, even with his dong at its most limp form, that a '70's Disco King would have died for! It looked as if he had pushed two pairs of socks end to end down the front of his pants!

"And speaking of codpieces and their uses!" that irritating little 'dirty' part of him mind taunted him for the zillionth time. "How about showing those sweet, ever horny Elves that your bulge really wasn't two rolled up socks forming that beefy bulge in the front of your pants! Did you notice that the Elves didn't...couldn't look at?"

Then a gentle knock upon the iron reinforced oaken door broke him of his increasingly teenage hot daydreaming. At once the door opened a crack.

"M'Lord?" came through in a typically high pitched, hesitant though supremely sexy Elf voice.

Roger felt his dick jump! He had heard that voice before! Could it be Thora's...er...Queen Thora's?

Worry instantly replaced lust. Was she coming to scream at him for defiling her precious virginal child! Was she wanting revenge for...raping sweet Rita? His Human Male Earth trained brain began formulating all kinds of scenarios revolving around what Thora could have done to him in 'justice' for 'doing' virginal Rita!

He looked around the room. There were no windows to jump out of!

Anyway, they had to be a hundred feet off the hard, iron-rich ground!

"May I come in, M'Lord?" came next, in a deliciously quiet, husky consummately feminine voice.

Yes, it was definitely Queen Thora.

Taking a deep breath. Feeling like he was about to meet his mother-in-law for the first time after eloping with her daughter, Roger hesitantly replied, "Ah, of course, My Lady!"

The door opened quietly and fully and an Elven version of a dreamy Mae West slipped fluidly into the room.

Roger caught his breath. The Queen wore a pure white dress covering her completely from neck to floor. But it displayed in an awesomely...moving manner, to any Male, all her 'charms'!

And it looked spray painted on!

It clung like a wet t-shirt, or sprayed on paint, to her every one of her numerous and delicious curves and crannies! And what curves and crannies!

The first thing that caught his eye, naturally, was her tits! Near perfect cones, massive and jutting like a 1950's sweater ad, they stuck straight out, every luscious curve plastered with her dress' wet-like, clinging fabric. Save for a slightly pear shaped bottom portion, those motherly mammaries looked as perfect as Flare's conical beauties, only three times larger! Her nipples, the vivid pink showing through the...obscenely thin white fabric of the dress, were vividly pointed cones upon huge, perfect cones.

Pink nipples that were, at that moment, furiously jutting and pebble hard!

Roger screamed at himself not to gawk, to leer, howl like a veritable 'Big Bad Wolf' at the Queen's incredible display, but, in the end, futilely. He was hooked!

For a clearly decorum crashing long moment, all he could do was gawk like any non-breast-fed adult Male! He had never, except perhaps on her daughter, had the honor and, indeed, pleasure of gawking at such a pair of babyfeeders!

So long did he silently, helplessly stare at the Queenly hooters that Thora began to fidget in embarrassed silence. But her embarrassment apparently quickly faded, and abruptly she stopped he little movements, standing still. Then she seemed to straighten up, throwing her shoulders back, and thrust her melons out right at him!

The delicious creature was presenting herself to him! Then she demurely looked down, and she oh so briefly brought her hands under her breasts, almost touching their smoothly curved underside, nearly cupping and then offering them to him!

After that teasing moment, her hands slowly moved down her ribcage, then down the sides of her narrow waist, to her flaring hips. They looked like they were smoothing out any nonexistent wrinkles in her stretched taut dress!

But those hands skillfully caught his entranced vision. His eyes slavishly followed them, drifted down, past a near ridiculously narrow waist, to where her navel formed a dark depression in the fabric over her belly. Then her hips, a carbon copy of her daughter's (He meant her daughter's were a xerox copy of Thora's!) flared so dramatically that his softball sized balls tightened.

Her belly, smooth and oh so subtly rounded, dropped behind her dress as it covered over the darkness between her thighs. Those thighs were presented, their front halves in bas-relief as if the dress had been painted on. But, just as her loins slipped under her the white cloth of her skirt, he made out a depression, perfectly outlined...

Roger nearly swallowed his tongue! It was her cameltoe! Just the front half of so, but with her dress' 'painted on' cloth following the contours exactingly! Even her diminutive clit could be seen poking out from between the clearly silhouetted labia of her hairless twat.

Clearly she was hairless (Actually naturally for an Elf.) for Roger just knew that, with a dress that tight, every pubic hair would stand out like a downed tree in the desert!

Roger took at least a year gawking at her magnificent display! Actually at least a full minute! But the Queen merely smiled at him when he managed to once again look up at her face.

Then she looked down from his eyes, and her almond shaped eyes opened instinctively when her vision fell on his codpiece! Roger swore it was twice as high as the moment before she had entered!

With a coy smile she turned around...to close the door...and presented him with her totally delineated Royal ass! The dress went so far as to outline her cheeks, even unto where her nether flesh plunged into the crack splitting them over her anus!

How could they do that? he wondered. Design a skin tight skirt that disappeared into her Guild Elf typical, bubblebutt crack!?

As she closed the door, with exquisite slowness, He swore she thrust her tail out at him!

It wasn't fair, screamed his cock as it relentlessly filled with blood!

And Roger realized there was nothing he could do about it, not with that ass thrust into his face!

Door closed, Thora turned around to face him with a confident, little smile. Immediately she hissed when her eyes dropped to his dramatically taller codpiece, and her smile disintegrated with the dropping of her lower jaw.

To her credit, she quickly closed her mouth and raised her eyes to his. Then she stepped forward with a firm stride.

Those tits quivered and bounced like in a teenaged boy's wet dream fantasy!

Roger was struck dumb.

"M'Lord, I wish to speak to you..." she began with impressive firmness. "...about my daughter and...you!"

Roger's ears perked up. She was, after all, he reminded himself, a mother. A mother of a...child that he had just...deflowered! And probably...legally...without 'permission'!

"My daughter, Princess Margarita, is heavy with child! Your child!"

Roger's heart sank! Do they have statutory rape laws here? Do they apply to gods?

Thora took a deep breath. Her tits nearly poked him in the eyes! "I wish to...thank you for this honor! The Guild...we...I am in your debt!"

Roger did a double take. What did she just say? "In my debt?"

But the Queen was stepping towards him, again. She stopped just between his spread legs. Eyes fixed on his now jumping loins, she skillfully, very skillfully in that skin tight dress, knelt between his legs!

She slowly reached up, past his bulging pants, to the top of his pants' waist, where the drawstring held the front together. Grabbing each half of his pants in her dainty hands, she abruptly and with incredible power ripped his pants open from his navel to his balls!

His nearly fully erect, eighteen inch prick flew up, completely freed all at once by her rending of his pants!

With typical Elven superhuman reflexes she grabbed the upward flying cock, stopping it just as it was pointing at her face. Then she stared down at the drooling slit, an angelic smile spreading across her face.

Roger saw her almond shaped eyes glow in reflected holy light!

Then she bent down, bringing her red lipped mouth to the tip of his cockhead. Tenderly, lovingly, romantically she kissed his glans. When she pulled away a string of coiled precum was stuck to her lips.

That feet long Guild Elf tongue flashed out, snagged the wayward cum worm, and she sucked it entirely into her mouth!

She closed her eyes in bliss, rolling the cum around her palate as if she were tasting fine wine. When she swallowed, her hardly dainty 'gulp' seemed to echo off the room's walls.

She was beating his meat with one, dwarfed but supremely powerful hand by the time she opened her eyes again. She beat him off so effectively that he had a hard time believing she hadn't touched a cock in three thousand years!

The pleasure of her jackoff surged through him, his hands dropping to his sides as he gripped the cushions he sat on.

Within a minute of delicious hand-job he had long, tacky strands of thick precum worms swinging off her jacking knuckles as her hand became a blur on his arm wide shaft.

She didn't seem to mind the mess he had made of her jacking hand. Eyes fixed on his, her head dropped again. Eyes looking over her forehead, locked on his wide and white orbs of masculine fearfulness at losing control of the situation to a little, 'weak', cock grabbing female, she stopped her descent momentarily and said, "The Guild wishes to thank you, M'Lord!" Then she added as a personal comment, "...and I always pay my debts!" Only then, when her jaw dropped wide open, did her head descend.

"Ah!...Thora!...Queen!...Ah!" Roger gasped fluently as the wet blast furnace of the Queen's mouth enclosed his pudcap in one dramatic gulp. Roger's eyes widened even further as she kept right on going, relentlessly sending her ovalled mouth descending down the towering, graphically throbbing shaft that was behind his already swallowed glans.

Soon she was gagging and snorting, most un-Regally and unladylike, as her throat swelled around his wickedly wide cockhead crown. But she wasn't deterred in the least. She single-mindedly continued to force her drooling mouth, and now constricting, gagging throat, around his monstrously thick prick.

Roger had long since lost control of his organ, and his relationship with the Elf. It was certain...He was no longer in control...of anything! "My...Lady...Queen...Thora! You don't...have to...moan!...please! I'll cum!...You'll make me...groan!...cum!"

She ignored him, knowing the male brain was incapable of rational thought with his cock half down a female's throat.

And Roger realized she was right as over half of his jumping, foot and a half of holy meat steadily and relentlessly disappeared down her swollen, working, gagging throat!

Stopping her was the very last thing on his mind, now!

Then her left hand, the hand not beating his meat into a cum fountain, found his swollen rock hard nuts...

That did it! She murdered him by sinking her talons into the first spooge stuffed orb she came across. Roger moaned pitifully as his cock began its pre-orgasmic pulsing far, far down her stuffed throat. Roger was left to feebly moan for a mercy he wasn't going to get, and actually didn't really want, as he helplessly watched the Elf Queen effortlessly (save for the monstrous spreading of her throat!) force him over the edge into wonderful, god-humiliating spewgasm.

Timing his orgasmic pulses perfectly, she pulled her head, not without a loud, and disgusting, slurpy pop, from around his wildly throbbing, utterly defeated prick. Her right hand was right there, immediately and smoothly gripping his spit soaked shaft, flying, with a masterful, expert grip, up and down his jumping, fully tumescent prick.

Showing him Guild Elf mercy!

Placing his hugely purple and swollen cockhead against her lips and chin, Thora smiled a smile of feminine triumph up to her routed god.

After a few firm beats of his wildly pulsing prick, she extended her magical tongue and began slapping and buffing his purple cockhead into sperm delivery mode...for her.

Roger could only gasp, then mindlessly cry out, as he reflexively squirmed his hips under her brutal, merciless assault. Within a minute of her removing her head his cock was nearly jumping out of her jacking hand. But it didn't, it couldn't, and her hand, in conjunction with her talent tongue's buffing of his glans, adeptly beat him off.

"AAAAAH! Fuck!" Roger screamed, giving up the ghost.

"Splat!" went his first cup sized bolt of babystuff, gushing like a geyser of eggwhite out of the suddenly dilated slit at the tip of his bloated taut, purple glans to impact Thora's upon forehead. Roger didn't, couldn't look as the massive bliss of cuming for the Queen seized him, but he imagined the off white, lumpy goo running down between the Queen's eyes to drool over and cover her little pointed nose...until it was expertly scooped up by her talented tongue and sent to its doom in her ravenous Guild Elf maw.

But Roger instantly recognized that both Thora's hand, and his prick, were not finished, yet! Seconds after the first spew, another 'splat!' echoed in the room, and he imagined more man-goo greasily sliding down beautiful, bliss-filled Elven face. A few more seconds, and one additional fifteen inch jacking stroke down then up his steely pole, and yet another deafening report of the impact of manchowder and Queenly forehead bounced off the walls of His room!

Roger's pleasure shocked and orgasm distracted mind finally recognized that, in his godly embodiment, it was not only the taste of food that was enhanced! The awesome orgasms Thora's delicious hand created were even more intense than anything, anyone, even Flare, had given him! The sensation, the fiery convulsive pleasure, of jetting huge spurts of reproductive protein all over Queen Thora's face stole his mind, reducing him to a mere male animal, obeying the awesome feminine command to unload.

All over Thora's face...

It seemed to go on for hours! His balls, for all practical purposes, felt bottomless as Thora jerked cups out of his enthusiastically, most cooperatively, pumping prick! He was certain that he had never erupted so hard, so repeatedly, or so copiously with anyone, including Flare or Gem, before this royal hand-job. He was deafened by the 'splats' upon the Queen's beautiful face.

Well, it certainly was one wonderful jackoff! When he finally stopped spewing, Thora slowed, but did not stop, her masterful, cock-breaking hand-job, and his prick stayed jutting upright, jerking repeatedly in her cum dripping, slowly milking, male dominating fist.

Roger heard her tongue at work, gobbling his offering to Venus, while Queen Thora whimpered and sighed softly in feminine culinary bliss.

He took a quick peek as he was overtaken by the typical male 'calmness' after having successfully and obediently unloaded as ordered by a consummately talented Elven prick-handler. Thora's face resembled an over-iced wedding cake, save for one eye that poked through the coiled, gummy, oozing protein whip coating her angelic face from ear to long, pointed ear.

Still she relentlessly beat him...

And miraculously, considering his prior habits of falling asleep after being drained of semen, his post-orgasm calmness didn't lead to unconsciousness! In fact, not a couple of minutes of Elven face cleaning and godcock jerking later, his balls were burning again with apparent renewed overflowing content and his 'godhood' was throbbing and pulsing like a teenager for the first time in the experienced hands of his aunt!

Great philosophical conclusions swept through his temporarily placated mind:

Was this place great or what!?

It's good to be a god!

Thora, her face shiny-wet with her own sweet saliva but essentially cleaned of Roger's ball-gunk, stared into his eyes with a growing smile.

A predatory smile!

"You ARE a god!" she said hoarsely through a cum coated throat. The "snick", "snick", "snick" of her slimy hand slipping over the crown of his still swollen glans momentarily filled the room.

"I am...pleased that you found me so!" Roger softly replied. He flexed his prick, and the swaying pole hauled the Queen's milking hand around like a puppy on a leash.

She loudly cleared her throat. Swallowing, she added, "I hope you have not...tired of my company, M'Lord!" Then, with the "M'Lord", she raised her head and trunk up on her formerly ball groping arm.

Roger's eyes widened as those magnificent, barely contained by her meaningless dress, babyfeeders appeared behind his jerking meat and between his still spread thighs. They barely swayed as they hung...no!...pointed straight down at his once again burning balls!

Damn! he thought, wild lust surging through him. They looked as firm and conical pointing down as when she's standing up!

Smiling at his all too masculine reaction to her display of 'talent', Thora bent forward and tenderly kissed the tip of his cock. Then she released him.

His rigid, saliva and cum wet pole flopped upon his rock hard stomach with a wet 'splat' not unlike a tree trunk falling into a still, deep lake. Glancing down, he saw his cockhead drooling upon his sternum!

Damn, how could he be so big and hard after unloading into an Elf's face like that! he thought.

"Why does she call you a 'god', after all?" suddenly popped into his head. He recognized the lately absent Loki Help.

"Glad you could make it!" Roger replied, silently.

"Wouldn't miss it!" Loki Help came back. "After all, I experience everything you do! And I really...enjoy this part of your duties as a god!"

Then Roger was gawking up as the Queen rose to her feet. Standing between his thighs, she smiled down at him with a slightly embarrassed look on her angelic face. She reached behind her neck with both arms.

After a moment of fiddling back there she brought her hands forward. Each held the end of a piece of white, almost transparent, cloth. Like an expert and experienced ecdysiast, a veritable Elven Evelyn West, she began peeling that remarkable dress down her heart stopping body!

Roger gawked as she had to literally peel the dress off her like she was a banana! The edge of the cloth even caught on her (Had to be half-inch long!) nipples, and she gasped oh so sweetly when the cloth's edge flicked those stiff, swollen, flaming pink cones on its way down!

Roger had to tell himself (or was it Loki Help warning him?) to keep his mouth closed as those incredible regal sucksacks quivered, for just a count, like very, very firm jello as the caught cloth was suddenly released.

Then, panting openly, Roger watched the demurely smiling Elf shuck her dress down her waist until her flaring hips caught her cloth at the stretched to its limit width, just atop her bulging buttocks.

Looking at his entranced, all too male wide eyed face, she broadened her smile...and turned around!

Roger could no longer resist! He moaned, mortally wounded, as she bent over slightly, thrusting that Guild Elf butt back into his face! The dark Grand Canyon of an asscrack showed right through the white, quite sheer dress as she slowly flipped those heartbreaking hips, one bun up while the other dropped, then, maddeningly, reversing the flip, as she slowly, with excruciating deliberateness, forced the near rending dress past her bubblebutt equipped hips.

Roger's cock belched a long, thick worm of manstuff upon his chest in time with the sudden snap of the dress's edge over Thora's out-thrust, flipping ass!

Then, as the triumphant Queen bent over fully to pull the defeated cloth to her dainty ankles, and thrust her deep, dark Stygian butt cleavage inches from his face, Roger nearly cried.

He wanted to bury his wet eyed face into that crack!

She turned around, a very satisfied smile on her face when she looked down at the pool of coiled wadd collecting on his chest.

Roger gawked at Queen Thora's magnificent tits jutting seemingly forever over his face. Not a sign of sag, even three thousand years old! Then he travelled down her belly, admiring the soft curve of her flawless, smooth flesh, before staring at her deep, dark navel. Going ever further downwards, he finally caught the front of her cameltoe, just under a dramatically jutting, naturally bald mons veneris.

She was literally dripping! The inside of her thighs shiny with waves of pussy juice, she had long, slightly viscous strands of girl lube hanging and dripping from floppy, blazing passion pink labia.

"M'Lord?" she panted, now openly, seriously aroused, drew his eyes, reluctantly, back up to her suddenly, passionately flushed face. "Please? Let me...It has been so long...too long...please? Let me...please let me...sit on you? Please?"

Struck dumb in the face of such supplicating beauty, Roger's suddenly dry throat just would not work!

"Please?" she whined, bending over to pick up his thoroughly disgusting, gunk hanging cock, quickly bringing the towering glans to her red lips..."Pleased?" she gasped just before kissing the slit tenderly.

The tacky worm that remained glued to those lips met a quick and merciless fate. Her swallow echoed in the room.

"Sire...M'Lord...I've been good to you? I have pleased you? Please? Let me..." she gasped out in a husky whine, bending over further to lick his chest clean with her blurry tongue. Then she buffed his cockhead clean of the wadd hanging in coiled strands from it.

Roger gasped and shuddered as her delightful tongue drove him relentlessly to another inevitable eruption into her face. Unable to talk, he suddenly reached out and pushed her head up, out of range of his jumping meat.

She looked at him, a worried, hurt countenance on her beautiful face.

Roger just reached out and clamped very masculine hands upon Thora's jutting jugs. Mauling that firm, hot, delightful meat, he grinned up at her like he had seen the Minotaur grin down at a stuffed, cock overwhelmed Moira.

Thora recognized that grin! A...grateful smile crossed her face and she moved forward, straddling his hips. "Please!...It's been so long...too long...please let me...sit...serve...M'Lord!" she panted as she quickly got into position, holding his drooling cock straight up as she squatted.

She closed her eyes in bliss when her descending twat pressed down on his iron bar rigid cock. With a loud, long hiss she flipped her hips forwards and back over his still pole, parting her soaking wet labia with his motionless, swollen cockhead.

Roger winced as red hot girl juice poured down over his pudcap and the feet of arm wide shaft beneath.

"Ready, isn't she?" abruptly came from Loki Help.

Roger could only nod, which a humping Thora didn't notice.

Then her wet hole slipped over the tip of his glans.

They both moaned in unison when his cockhead became lodged in her woman hole. In both their minds there was but one thought: "This is it!"

Then Thora let herself go and 'sat' on Roger's godcock.

The syrupy pop of the Queen's snug, underused vaginal opening snapping around the crown of Roger's glans seemed to echo in the room.

Thora's childlike, and very high pitched squeak, that she gave out when his glans disappeared into her definitely echoed in the room.

So loud was the Queen's cry of feminine submission and enjoyment to male jutting pride that no one heard Roger's gasp of bliss when the Elf's boiling hot belly encased his fist sized cockhead.

For a long moment both froze, Roger grimacing as spewgasm nearly overwhelmed him and Thora in her deep squat upon him, once again holding inside her the biggest thing she had ever accepted between her wide spread thighs. For an eternity, or at least a minute, they fought with their bodies over whom would control their urges to orgasm.

Finally, sinking her teeth into her lower lip, Thora decided Roger's fate by simply letting go. With a long, loud, drawn out moan of utter feminine satisfaction, the Queen sank down, wrapping her girl guts around Roger's sex-pike, giving up her belly to godcock.

Roger, in turn, gasped wildly, very nearly losing it as her incredibly tight, and almost painfully hot, belly swallowed him. He clutched her tits, trying to slow her descent lest the friction force him over the edge. But nothing would deny the Queen her impalement, now.

When his cockhead impacted her cervix, she was in full squat, her knees even with her ribs. Roger looked down and saw some four inches of shaft still outside her maximally stretched labia. Her pussy looked like it was sucking on his meat as she squatted, riding his pole so far up her.

Immediately she started flipping her hips, running her cervix over his jumping glans with delicious effect upon Roger. He had never felt a...female's womb flicking over his cockhead! It felt sooooo goooood!

Suddenly Roger found out why Thora was doing that! Abruptly, without any warning from the Queen save for a satisfied moan, her cervix apparently opened and his cockhead popped right into her womb. Suddenly his four inches of unserviced cock shaft disappeared!

Into Thora's belly!

Her big asscheeks now rested upon his grossly oversized nuts. She was sitting on his 'eggs', keeping them warm so they will 'hatch' way, way up inside her!

When he looked down at her belly, he nearly gasped in shock! That normally smoothly flat tummy was swollen with an inches high, and at least five inches wide tube running right up the center from just above her jutting mound to just below her xiphoid process at the bottom edge of her sternum! When he flexed his Elf belly swallowed cock, the tube up her abdomen bulged openly and the Elf gasped in tortured pleasure!

He swore he could feel her heartbeat at the tip of his cock!

With an utterly sincere 'bedroom eye' face, she leaned forward. "M'Lord! Master! You're so...good to me!" she husked before planting a passionate, Flare quality, will crushing kiss on him.

Everything went out the window when she thrust her cinnamon flavored tongue down his throat! All he could do was moan into that kiss, maul her melons and let her force him upon his back. He could feel her pussy squeeze and milk his completely buried meat as she sucked his self-consciousness right out of him!

She leaned further forward, planting her hands on his shoulders. Releasing their kiss, she shoved her magnificent tits into his grateful face.

Then her hips began moving, rising and falling over his upright cock-spit!

With his face smothered in boob, when Thora's hips came crashing down over his jerking prick, Roger had to drop his hands to his sides to furiously grip the cushions. The velvet friction of the Queen's feminine membranes sliding over his swollen meat was mind shattering!

And her hips sped up their foot long squatting! As the helpless god moaned into Thora's man dominating, face smothering udders, the Queen's hips became a blur as they rose and fell in a foot long squat over and around his cock!

With superhuman endurance and power, she road his towering meat, her bubblebutt slapping noisily, and painfully, off his swollen balls as her female tubes sucked most effectively for Roger's next god-load.

And Roger was in crisis! These Elf bitches were just too damn good at sucking cum outta him! Desperately he tried to take his mind off of the full, warm, smoothly firm softness of Thora's face enwrapping tits and the wicked friction of her sucking, wet girl guts. He didn't know why, but everything told him not to cum up into the Elf! Especially not like this, with the Queen riding his meat to unavoidable spewgasm!

"Of course, Buddy! You're a god!" came Loki Help. "Is a god supposed to lay back and let his fucktoy creations ride him off? If you want to be a god to these little bimbos, you have to take charge! Always remember, Elves won't respect you if you don't fuck them! They like a little compulsion in their lovers! Someone to show them who belongs on the bottom! Hate to tell you, but Loki KNEW how to handle Elves, and where their Queens belonged!"

Suddenly it all became clear to Roger! He looked up over his forehead, the only part of his face not enclosed by warm, delicious Elf tit, at the vigorously fucking Thora. She had a look on her face of pure bliss, with the occasional wince and grimace of almost painful orgasm shooting through her. She still chewed on her lower lip, but her eyes were tightly closed, her nostrils flared, her mind completely on riding her god.

Roger decided it was time to assert some 'divine' power!

He reached out and around Thora's wide hips and, when she finished plunging down upon his own hips, gripped her full, round asscheeks in his suddenly all-powerful hands. Her butt meat oozed between his gripping fingers as her mad riding came to an abrupt, fully impaled halt.

She looked down on him with sudden...fear.

"Sorry, my Dear, but I think its time for me to do the riding!" he forcefully replied. Holding her down upon his unbendable prick, he heaved his hips up, eliciting a wild cry from the impaled Queen. Then he rolled on his left hip and, with Thora feeling light as a very well built feather, he continued his roll upon his knees.

The Queen found herself held in a sitting position in his ass filled hands, her formerly squatting legs naturally wrapping around his waist. Her arms went around his neck.

Face to face, he smiled wickedly at the cock suspended Guild Elf Queen. "You want to Fuck, My Queen!" he said through his shit eating grin.

Immediately, and very happily, Thora eagerly nodded like the little, stacked, high school sexpot she resembled.

Then her talented pussy clamped down on his meat!

Roger firmed his grip on the Queen's rotund and meaty butt cheeks and pulled her down, hard, and Thora howled as her womb was abruptly pushed up into her belly. Roger couldn't help but smirk as her eyelids fluttered and her eyes almost rolled up into her skull.

The Queen no longer smiled...

Slack faced in awesome impalement, the Queen could only look up at her god, conquered and consummately receptive, as Roger lowered her upon her back on the cushion that Roger had been sucked off on.

Where she belonged...under her god.

"Let me show you your place in My Kingdom!" Roger growled down at the completely compliant Queen as he planted her, fully impaled upon godcock, upon her back. Then he gripped her behind her knees and forced, with hardly any resistance, those knees into the cushion even with her ribs.

Thora beamed up at him from between her ear level feet.

Roger, feeling distinctly 'blue balled' and thus no longer in the mood to delay his unloading into Guild Elf Queen belly, drove into the Elf, hard.

Thora howled and her face grimaced with her teeth sunk into her lower lip.

Roger, alarmed in-spite of his passion, hesitated, looking down in fear at the impaled Queen.

Then Thora opened her eyes and looked up at him. "M'Lord!" she panted up at him! "You are a GOD! Use me!"

Roger couldn't help but grin. Then he lowed himself fully upon the dwarfed Elf, tucked his face into her neck and shoulder, and began plowing that tight, sucking Elf pussy just as hard and fast as he could.

And Thora took up her squealing, wailing, oinking cries as she was racked by ultimate female pleasure...serving under her god. Overwhelmed, thrashing helplessly under the masterfully powerful Male using her, she tore at Roger's back with suddenly unleashed claws.

Roger winced, but the normally painful assault upon his back was now just painfully pleasurable. She was showing him how effective he was at drilling this Elf into the floor! How she was loosing control around his pounding prick. How she couldn't resist cuming under him!

Was this place great or what?!

"It's good to be the god!" he growled into the double-overed, machine-gun orgasmic Queen serving willingly under him.

"Oh yes!...oink!...squeal!...fuck me! You divine beast!...oink!...moan!...fuck!...I love you!...use me!...M'Lord!...belch!...oink!...squeal!...My Master!" Thora shrieked back as she tore his back to shreds.

Then the Guild Elf Queen dropped her claws to Roger's hard working ass! She could make no headway with her fingers on his flexed, rock hard gluteus muscles, but that was what she had those wicked claws for! Her fingernails dug into him sufficiently painfully enough to enable her to enthusiastically, and with surprising, frantic strength, pull him into her belly!

Just like her daughter! Roger told himself. 'Like mother, like daughter!'

Was this place great or what?!

"Whose your Daddy?" Roger gasped out, his triumphant Male ego going out of control with his apparent and magnificent breaking of the haughty Guild Elf bitch Queen.

"You!" she instantly replied. Covering his lower face, upper chest, and neck with quick, noisy kisses, she breathlessly went on, "You're the Daddy!...Oh!...so deep!...oink!...Squeal!...you're MY Daddy!...Fuck me Daddy!...oink!...Ungh!...Fuck me Daddy!...cum for me...oink!...Daddy!...cum in my guts...like you did...oink!...with Rita...Squeal!...Daddy!...Squeal!...oink!...fuck!..."

At that very moment, at Roger's great triumph over the Queen, just as he was about to blow her head off with the biggest spewing of his, admittedly short, career as a god, Roger heard the voice of a little girl...

"Oh! My! Mother!"

Instantly, with ageless maternal reflexes, Thora stopped her humiliating, out of control praising of Roger's belly piercing sexual prowess and looked up to her right. Towards the door.

Roger, almost as quickly, stopped his Elf enslaving pounding and managed to look over his left shoulder in the direction that Thora's wide open eyes were fixed.

There was Rita! She was standing there, in apparent shock, gawking at her mother being plowed in the same manner as she had been...by the same god...the day before...

When Roger had impregnated her!

Roger barely fought down the impulse to say, "OOPS!"

Lady Chrysoberyl and Swiftsword froze, swords unsheathed and ready. They were on patrol, just inside the border of Jotunheim in the northernmost part of Alfheim. Brief, steep foothills were behind them, jagged, sharp, and towering snow covered mountain peaks ahead. They had been following mysterious signs that the Alfheim border with the lands of the Dark Lords was being violated.

They both had been hearing the telltale noises of movement above them. Noises that gave away that large animals were ahead, up the mountains.

There were no large wild animals in these northern lands...

Except Dark Lords!

"Surely Dark Lords would not journey this far South, not without an orc army!" Swiftsword had whispered when they had first heard the noises.

Now they had followed the retreating noises dangerously far up the range of mountains, far from the comfort of the prairie and their swift horses below. Lady Chrysoberyl hoped Dark Lords were still as stupid as the last time she battled them! It would not be good to be cut off from their horses up here...

Then she heard the noises again! This time off to their right! Then the Guild Elf Commander spied the path...actually a space between two huge boulders only about four feet wide.

But the ground between the boulders had been smoothed by the regular passage of feet...Large, heavy, noise making feet!

She spun to face Swiftsword. " We're being flanked! Get down the mountain! Ride for Asgard with what we have seen!" She nodded to the telltale gap in the rocks. "Hurry!"

"What of you, Commander!" Swiftsword whispered back.

Chrysoberyl took a deep breath. "I'll keep them busy! Now go!"

Tears suddenly filled the eyes of the Professional Guild Warrior named Swiftsword. With the instinctual memory and knowledge of the Guild, she knew well what her Commander's words meant! Sexual slavery for centuries under brutal, merciless Dark Lord Males! All the memories of their patrol, their nights...together, under their field blanket, naked and alone and together as one... "I won't leave you, My Lady!" she hissed, impassioned, her sword tightly shaking in a furiously clenched fist, all logic cast aside in the fear of losing...her.

Chrysoberyl heard pebbles rolling. They were just behind that rock!

"Go! Now! That's an order! The Queen must know what is going on here!" Chrysoberyl hesitated and, when the other Elf still refused to leave her, "I'll be right behind you! Our time...together...has meant...a great deal to me! You must get away...for me! Go! Please!"

Tears streaming down the Elf's face, Swiftsword turned and, with a quick, soft "I am your Elf, Lady!", bolted down the path they had just taken up the mountain.

Just as Swiftsword was opposite the threatening path a towering, dark mass managed to abruptly squeeze through. Skin dark as iron stone and a face chiseled as if from primordial rock, the Dark Lord could barely manage to get between the two boulders. Just through the obstruction, he reached out clumsily for Swiftsword, but Chrysoberyl was there.

With the incongruous sound of metal cracking rock, the Commander's Elfsteel blade came slashing down on the Dark Lord's forearm, sending chips of flint-like rock flying.

Her sword rang in her hand.

The beast clutched his arm, glaring at her with glowing red eyes.

She advanced upon him, seeing he was unarmed. Probably too narrow a place to use their typically long and heavy broadswords, she thought.

The Dark Lord abruptly panicked in the face of armed Guild Elf reflexes, and tripped over himself trying to retreat. He fell backwards, wedging himself in the path he had used, between the two boulders.

Chrysoberyl saw her chance! She could have his trophy and be gone before he could...

Then she heard more noise...

Behind her!

She spun around, swinging her sword at the same time. The second Dark Lord just managed to jerk his stomach back before she sliced him open. She knew you couldn't slice open a Dark Lord, being made out of what was essentially living rock. But she could have hurt him!

Dark Lords do not take pain well!

She swung twice more, aiming at his outstretched arms. She missed both times, but at least forced him back.

She was impressing him!

Then, another noise from behind!

She spun, her sword already singing through the air when...

An iron hard, and mountain strong dark stone hand wrapped around her sword hand halfway around her stroke, stopping her sword instantly.

"No!" she cried.

He just laughed in a low, booming voice that made her handful of tits quiver under her vest and her female organs flutter deep in her belly.

The other was stepping up! She had to do SOMETHING! Using his grip on her arm, she flipped up, feet first, and pushing on his sword holding arm, kicked him in the face just as hard as she could!

She heard what sounded like rock cracking just before he bellowed.

The beast staggered back, wrenching her sword from her as he did, but releasing her hand. She began the somersault that would put her feet back on the ground.

But she wasn't falling!

Then she felt the huge hands around her waist! Oh, no! The other one!

"No!" she involuntarily cried again as he spun her around so she faced him, albeit upside down!

He wrapped one massive arm around her waist, then dropped his other hand to wrap it around the back of her blond haired head. Then he pulled her in!

From upside down she saw his robes part for her face and she gasped as a wicked thrill shot through her at seeing the...huge cock, already rock hard and feet long, rearing up before her. But that wasn't her face's destination...

Upside down before her, and closing with her face in a rush, was a hairy sac with two melon sized testicles! She tried to scream out a defiant "NO!", but all she got was a mouthful of ballsac...

Chuckling low and meanly, he pressed her head into his scrotum, completely enwrapping her luscious Elf face with loose, odiferous Dark Lord scrotum.

Her first inhalation saturated her senses with his stink. "The smell!" screamed her mind. The hot, sweet, gamey smell of...MALE! Her will almost instantly started wilting under the instinctual assault of Male musk. The smell swept through her, igniting lusts she hadn't felt in...three thousand years.

Since the last time a divine MALE lowered his full, hot, pheromone laced smelly balls upon her face!

He continued to laugh at her struggles, grinding her screeching face further between his nuts. She pounded on his rock-like thighs with completely impotent fists. She tried valiantly to kick him in the face as she had done the other...

But the beast had her. Soon the other Dark Lord stepped up, no doubt with a broken nose (or what Dark Lord's could get in lieu of a broken nose), and through her skin hugging tights callously groped her Guild Elf full and generous ass as she shrieked and squirmed upside down with her face buried in Dark Lord ballsac!

Then, slowly but steadily, her shrieking and kicking died away. She was abruptly hot! Sweat broke out all over her, even though the air roaring around the mountain peaks was hardly balmy. And she was panting, right into his scrotum, inhaling his horrid stink! And the most obscene, submissive desires were surging through her!

Then she heard a forced moan, very close to her.

Was that her who had just moaned into his rolling balls!

Then she found that her hands were no longer pounding on rock hard thigh! They had moved up, to below her inverted chin, where his...hot and throbbing...oh, Loki NO!...Dark Lord Cock jutted between her tits! As if with minds of their own, her hands roamed over every inch of that...thrilling organ they could reach!

Strange, Dark Lord Cock didn't feel like stone! It was smooth, firm but not as rock hard as his thighs, and very, very hot! So pleasantly hot against her flesh! It had a heat she...liked against her...between her tits and against her heaving belly!

She wasn't struggling anymore. She couldn't get her legs to kick. She no longer wanted to kick this horrid Beast. Her hands wanted nothing to do but stroke that...hot, exciting male organ now drooling upon her ever youthfully flat, upside down belly!

Oh, the shame her mind screamed at her traitorous body!

She was red faced and openly panting when he turned her right side up to face him.

Lord Havoc held the toy before him by her tiny waist. These playthings certainly were petite and most attractive for such little females! He still didn't believe his brothers when they told them how much organ these little things could accept within them once they were properly 'prepared'!

Well, he could tell by her panting, reddened face and how wet her tights were, that they had been right when they had told him: 'give a Guild Elf's face five minutes in your bag and you'll make them your fucktoy for a century'!

Lord Bedlam stepped up behind her and, reaching around, tore her vest to shreds. All she did was gasp. Lord Havoc eyed those small breasts, but still nicely sized for such a little toy, as they quivered before their new Master. When Bedlam reached back around and filled (almost!) his hands with her perfect cones, Havoc had to smile at the expression on the fucktoy's face!

She really didn't want to enjoy what he was doing to her!

Chrysoberyl's fear and indignation vanished when the Beast behind her seized her tits in his huge, and hot, hands. When he held her, strumming his fingers across her...humiliatingly hard and jutting nipples, it was all she could do not to moan like some cheap Dark Lord Mistress!

She quickly, and fearfully, realized that the brute was well versed at...handling her! The pleasure swept through her already unwillingly aroused body. Her pant sped up, obvious, she feared, to the monsters holding her!

Then, to her unwilling disappointment, the hands left her throbbing tits. They dropped to her waist...the waist of her tights!

"Nooooo!" she wailed as the beast effortlessly shredded her naked, save for her boots. She closed her eyes in shame as the two beasts ran their red, glowing eyes over her Guild Elf bubblebutt ass and...oh by Loki, she was so wet down there!...her hairless pussy!

She gasped raggedly when thick, hard, but knowingly gentle fingers suddenly goosed her. First they plunged wildly down the deepness of her crack till they contacted her anus. It was all she could do not to squeal when her eyes popped open with the shocking rush and accuracy of the assault.

After touching her 'private place', the fingers, with a gentleness she soon regretted, slid down her crack to between her closed thighs...until they found her wetness.

Unwillingly she found their slow, gentle stroking up into her asscrack, spreading her copious lubricating dew throughout her vertical mouth, wickedly thrilling and pleasurable. She even sighed in growing, and glowing, pleasure one time, which elicited a series of degrading laughs down at the humiliated, aroused Elf.

"She's ready!" came the statement, not a question, from the ass pawing beast behind her.

"Good!" replied the other. "I've been wanting to know if all that stuff I've heard about Guild Elves was drunken bragging or not! Let's both use her!"

Suddenly a slimy, lava hot, fist sized bulb slipped effortlessly between her clenched buttocks to press perfectly upon her, now, very well lubricated anus. It bulled aside her maximally clenched butt muscles with obscene ease! Chrysoberyl's eyes popped open, white and round like an anime character's.

"I'm there!" came from behind her.

"Okay!" came the one before her as he stepped in.

She gawked down at the...by Queen Thora it was as long and thick as she remembered Loki's! Her wide and white eyes glowed in the reflected god-light of a Dark Lord Cock as it relentlessly moved in. The glans slipped easily between her labia, very near effortlessly forcing apart her thighs with nary more than a ragged gasp from her. It found and plugged her vagina immediately and slipped further up into her till she gave out with a high pitched cry as her feminine tissues spread wide for it.

She felt the one at her rear also stretch her anal sphincter in preparation for defiling her...

Chrysoberyl closed her eyes in abject shame and impending feminine doom as the waves of pleasure, pleasure from her obvious fate at about to be violated, penetrated by...huge cocks, surged through her. She didn't want to look at the beasts, fearful that the building pleasure, and feminine submissive lust at once again being allowed, even against her will, to 'service' towering, powerful, virile Males, would be obvious to her enemies if she opened her eyes.

Her arms were rigid at her sides. Her hands were clenched into fists, quivering at her sides as her doom closed in.

Then her traitorous body began to subtly squirm upon the twin penile spears at her lower openings! Oh, that was the last straw! She was urging them on! Her body wanted this! Oh, what a traitorous thing a female Elf's body is!

She couldn't stop the slutty moan as she imagined the upcoming double impalement.

"She's ready! The slut is begging for it! Let's do it!" came from the impatient monster behind her.

"Yeah!" answered the the Dark Lord towering over her front in a degrading chuckle. "I wanna get back to camp. I've also heard about how good Guild Elves are with their mouths! I want to see! And I want her to taste me!" He looked down at the face of the sexually doomed Elf. "I think she'll enjoy the taste of my wadd!"

"Yea, maybe we won't have to share our food with her, if she is as good a cocksucker as they say!"

They had a good laugh, then the one in front of her, without further warning, simply pulled down on her hip bones and, with a double syrupy pop, both her openings were violated.

Chrysoberyl screamed to shake the mountaintops. She couldn't believe how good being penetrated through both openings was! It just wasn't fair! How could she resist these monsters when Loki made her to enjoy being used by such demonically hung savages? Why make it so...blissful to betray your Sisters?

It just wasn't fair!

When the Dark Lord pulled down on her hips again, and as her widely spread tubes willingly, competently, and oh so pleasurably started gobbling up feet of Dark Lord Cock, her eyes popped open, glowing like flashlights.

Both Dark Lords moaned sincere Male praise to her femininity as she swallowed them, her colon and vagina squeezing and sucking on their throbbing organs eagerly. Unconsciously her luscious female body instinctively urged them to unload into her, to reward her with belly distending loads of vile demonic wadd. The farther into her they went, the more her miraculous body demanded their copious, gooey seed. All of it!

Once she reached the bottom of their cocks, Havoc released her. Now she was held up just by their huge rods up her. She could feel them pressed together far, far up her. Her organs were pushed all out of the way by the bulk of the cocks jerking within her. She could hardly breathe, her diaphragm was pushed up into her chest by towering cock.

Chrysoberyl looked seven months pregnant as she hung there, between two Dark Lords, suspended on their belly buried organs and mindlessly cuming for them.

It was what she had been created for...

Desiree sat quietly on her throne. Things had not gone as planned! In fact, they had gotten much worse than before!

There was a new Loki, apparently. Where he came from and how powerful he was clearly was not available to her! She had a disc hovering before her with the image of Him when he appeared just before she made her escape, with the delightful Flare in her arms!

Desiree could see, when Flare, or even that cocksucker Stryker, (Who, she had to admit, frightened her when she wasn't on her knees servicing her!) had seen that image that they knew of him...they recognized him! But she knew better than to try to get information from a Guild Elf! She couldn't trust half of what she learned by sexually torturing those Guild Elves taken by her Loki Kai! How could she trust what she got out of Flare!

And what happened to her so-called 'victorious' Loki Kai? Had their heads and dicks cut off by the supposedly 'conquered' Guild Elves!

Yes, things were all fucked up!

She had also clearly burned her bridges with Moira and the Dark Lords! She assumed the Minotaur had made his appearance, but she had no intelligence on whether he succeeded in raping Moira! She had heard nothing of anything that might suggest he was still loose!

Now all she needed to hear was that Embla wasn't pregnant and she had a Drow vendetta on her ass!

Things were all fucked up!

Even with the magical power she had gotten from the rape of the Guild army, and what she could fuck out of Flare and Stryker, she couldn't hold off forever even one of her potential adversaries! Not a pissed Guild Elf Army, nor a Drow assassination rape squad, nor Moira, if she decided to take revenge on her for the Minotaur!

Lokin was becoming ever more unpleasant to live in!

Maybe it was time to return to Earth? She could hide away, use her...substantial powers of lesbian seduction to make a tidy living. And being hung like a porno star wouldn't hurt back on Earth! She would just have to be somewhat careful with whomever she whipped it out before!

Cassiopeia, and now Victoria, could be messy. But if they maintain their discipline and not suck any victims dry so as to give away their presence...

It could be done!

And the vampires could be useful if someone gets too nosy...

But she needs someone who looks more...human! Those pointed ears would stick out like...pointed ears! Wait!

She turned to Cassiopeia. "Who is that girl from Earth? You know, the red head you've been playing with? You haven't 'turned her' have you?"

Cassiopeia shook her lovely, pale head. "No! You gave explicit orders not to. She is in my quarters. I have been giving her...lessons in how to lick pussy! You had told me she was deathly afraid of becoming a lesbian, so I decided to make her a first class cunt licker! Her name is Janey."

"Get her! I want to see how familiar she is with Earth! I may have to retreat back there for awhile, and she's the only clearly human slave I have, now!"

Janey entered Desiree's throne room naked. She was nearly as tall as the Wood Elf tall Cassiopeia, but had nicely big, smoothly pear shaped breasts with jutting nipples of a fiery red color that matched her curly copper-red hair. Her nipples looked tiny upon her big boobs for she had almost no aureolas. Cassiopeia held her by her ass, which, like her breasts, had grown fuller during her stay. Her belly was smoothly curved, her navel deep and dark (for a human's) and what little copper-red pubic hair she had had long since gone. She had the brightest passion pink, short labia barely visible hanging between her full thighs.

"You know me?" Desiree said as the human stood alongside her throne.

Janey, eyes wide in fear, and not a little arousal, nodded quickly. Her nipples were furiously erect and her belly heaved in a rapid pant.

"I will need your services, My Dear!"

Janey's eyes quickly dropped to where a tall, and growing bulge formed in the middle of Desiree's skirt.

Desiree smiled, remembering the human. She had only fucked the woman once, and after a short period of resistance, she smoothly and rapidly slid into wild, wet, squealing passion as her cock got into her. Eventually she had taken to huge meat as readily and enthusiastically as an Elf. Even a Guild Elf!

That's why Desiree had kept her.

"No, not sex!" Desiree answered Janey's eyes. "At least, not at first! I need someone to be my front back on Earth! To take care of my dealings with the humans on Earth. Can you do it?"

Janey hesitated, then looked down at the ever rising tent in Desiree's skirt. Looking back up, she said, "Are you going to...fuck me again?"

"Do you want me to?" Desiree replied with an expectant smile.

Janey hesitated again. Desiree suspected she was in conflict. Sex with the red head had been surprisingly torrid, given she was a human. She had even licked the long strands of cum off her cockhead afterwards, saying it had been her first taste of cum. But she had been downright hesitant and cold at the beginning, only firing up when Desiree forced her resisting thighs apart and applied good ol' Elf tongue to her sweet, very wet pussy and clit.

Then the red head turned to face Desiree's smiling face. "I'm married!" was all she said.

As if that was the answer to all of Desiree's questions.

"Why, you sweet Dear!" the Aesir replied in honest surprise. "You're still worrying about marriage? Here?" Janey gawked down at Desiree's lap as that tent began to pulse dramatically into the air.

Desiree could tell that the repressed human had an...interest in demonic cock! "You want this?" she husked, reaching for her skirt.

Seeing Desiree take hold of her skirt's cloth, Janey, a seriously worried expression on her face, looked up and vigorously shook her head.

With an evil chuckle the Aesir moved aside her skirt and Loki's Cock reared up, quickly swelling in vivid pulses in conjunction with her heartbeat to its full, awesome size and power.

Janey looked back and hissed, starting to chew on her lower lip.

Nonchalantly, Desiree reached down and gripped the human's nicely bulging left bum, and pulled her closer, till her hip pressed against Desiree's. "Do you want it?" the Aesir wickedly offered.

Janey sighed.

"Go on, touch it! It won't bite...just spit!"

Janey was panting up a storm, eyes locked on the oozing glans. She didn't do a thing when Desiree slipped her hand into the human's admirably deep and dark asscrack. Desiree had no trouble finding the human's absolutely soaked twat.

"Looking at what I have for you, Human, does being married to a mere MAN make that much difference...now?" and the Aesir flexed her towering prick and a long nightcrawler thick coiled strand of precum rolled out the slit at the tip and started its long, agonizing slide down the throbbing devil dick.

Janey now moaned. Hungrily.

"Go on, take it! Eat it! Suck it! You serve me on Earth, and I'll service you! And no mere MAN will get in our way!"

With a whimper, Janey nodded, licking her lips. She suddenly reached out with both hands, eagerly reaching out for Desiree's gunky cock.

Desiree slipped her hand completely between Janey's wet thighs, running her fingers over the woman's little clit. The Human closed her eyes and her hands went to fists as overwhelming pleasure seized her.

Desiree quickly retreated, wanting the human gagging on her prick more than just making her explode in fingerfuck bliss. That would come later, after the Aesir taught Janey how to properly suck a godcock!

Then Janey renewed her cock reach. As her hands reached around the brutally wide shaft, and she registered the sexy smoothness of the flesh, the massive heat and firmness of the blood bloated inner tissue, she cooed.

Almost like a Guild Elf!

Then the woman abruptly turned her head towards the disc hovering before Desiree with Roger's image, pointing at the about to flee Desiree and Flare.

With a shuddering gasp, Janey released her cock holding hands and straightened up.

"What?!" Desiree gasped, coming out of the anticipatory sexual pleasure stupor.

Janey pointed with a spooge dripping hand at the disc. "That's Roger!" she gasped. "That's my husband!"

"What?!"

Janey turned to the completely befuddled Aesir. "That is who I am married to!" she almost proudly exclaimed. "He has come for me! I knew he would never let me be carried off by a bunch of wicked, perverted lesbians!"

Desiree shook in head in disbelief and near despair.

Things WERE all fucked up!

Rita stood at Roger's and Thora's feet, staring at their carnal joining. The first thoughts that Roger had was: She was the spitting image of her mother! She wore the same type of white, semi-transparent, neck to floor dress. Her tits appeared through the dress to be the same wondrous, jutting, mammary perfection as her mother's. Everything about her looked...just like her mother had!

Except she definitely had a seriously more rounded lower belly, and she was just a tad shorter, and less wide in the hips...

And she was definitely pregnant!

Rita then frowned. "Mother! Explain yourself!"

Thora was suddenly smiling sheepishly at her daughter. "My dear, it's been three thousand years since..."

"So, after my Lord knocks me up, you want to move in! You should be ashamed!"

"My dear, I..."

"I don't want to hear it! He's mine! He knocked me up first!"

"I have no intention of letting him do the same to me, young Lady! It's just I haven't...had proper relations...with Loki since..."

Roger decided to interrupt the deep Mother/Daughter discussion, "Hold it!...er...Ladies! If you don't mind, I think I have enough for both of you!" Then he pulled his maximally erect godcock out of Rita's mother's belly.

It exited the Queen's gripping pussy with a loud, sloppy report.

And flipped stiffly up, slapping against his sternum. Doing so it tossed a streamer of tacky cum that splattered onto Thora's hot, smooth flesh from just above her navel to between her magnificent, heaving tits, to stick upon her chin.

Thora stayed, legs back over her, staring at his glans with wide, fascinated eyes as he drooled worms of wadd onto her already sticky, sloppy chin.

When he looked over at Rita, her face matched her mother's in gawking at his 'weapon'. Then she licked her lips, real nervously.

"You want to share?" Roger asked, unable to stop grinning at the Elf's gawk.

Quickly, Rita, and her mother, nodded rapidly.

As Roger watched, Rita began peeling her dress down her luscious body. He turned back to Thora, "Would you like to put me back?" he asked.

She nodded again, eagerly. As Roger pulled his hips back, she took him in her hands and unerringly guided him to her still wide spread fuckhole.

With one moan inducing thrust, he was once again where he belonged: To the balls in the Queen's belly.

As he began stroking again, a lusciously naked Rita settled down alongside. As she watched her mother start her ever more passionate back clawing, and then ass grabbing, the Daughter reached around and filled her claw armed hands with Roger's ass bouncing balls.

When he felt those claws sink in, Roger winced.

"You have Him, my Dear!" Thora gasped alongside Roger's left ear to her ball mauling daughter. "Make him cum, my Dear! Make him cum inside me!"

Roger was certain Rita nodded enthusiastically. "Christina did this to Him when he fertilized me! It really worked!"

They are comparing notes! Roger gasped inwardly. Then, into Thora's long, pointed ear, he gasped out for real, "Don't share notes!"

Then Rita sank her claws in.

And Thora slapped him on his working, plunging flanks. "Don't talk to my daughter like that! She's carrying your child, after all!"

Then the Queen moaned when a ball clutched, growling Roger thrust extra deep.

Both Roger and Thora looked between them, between her jutting twin peaks of tit flesh, to watch his cock drill her. Roger's cock was soaked with the Queen's lubricant as it surged in and out of her wide open loins. Thora had tilted her hips up, giving her god a direct shot into her clasping, sucking pussy. Roger was thrusting nearly vertically in over a foot long strokes, and Thora's belly swelled inches high as he rhythmically pushed her womb up.

He worked the Elf like a well oiled machine. He was tireless, merciless, magnificent . A Male machine that wouldn't now, couldn't now be stopped. An Elf Queen breaking machine...

For long moments he pumped her, listening smugly to her forced whimpers and humiliating moans as his deeply driving meat hit home, crushing her 'G' spot over and over and over until...

"OH! YOU MAGNIFICENT FUCKER!" Thora finally broke. Howling her defeat, Roger groaned as Thora's now orgasmic vagina began a pitiless milking, sucking on him as he plunged in and out of her wide open belly at breakneck speed. He had fucked the Queen completely out of it! Thora bawled at the top of her lungs, "FUCK ME! YOU DELICIOUS BEAST...GOD! FILL ME WITH YOUR CUM! GIVE ME YOUR BABY, TOO! YOU ARE A GOD! MY GOD!"

Roger was way beyond caring about what the thrashing, multi-orgasmic Queen under him screamed. The thought hadn't entered his mind that he could impregnate BOTH mother and daughter! But, with Rita mauling his nuts to baby inducing mush, and Thora's wonderful snatch snatching at his plowing meat as he drove himself ever deeper and farther and faster into sucking Guild Elf pussy...

Then he felt red hot, velvety wet Elf tongue bathe his balls with fiery spit.

And Roger lost it...

Thora screamed like a banshee as he spewed red hot spunk directly into her womb. The jets shot out of him at near relativistic velocity, smashing into her womb's roof on average every five seconds. The amount of wadd was downright superhuman as he blanked out, cuming madly and thoughtlessly as he spewed on autopilot relentlessly into the thrashing Elf. His endless, violent spews quickly flooded her already cockhead filled womb, the overflow surging through her Fallopian tubes to fill her belly with babystuff.

Roger's babystuff.

The same babystuff that had fertilized her 'virginal' daughter!

As Roger listened to Thora screams right outside his left ear, and enjoyed, immensely, the powerful pulses of his flooding Rita's mom's guts with his load, all he could think about was: If the Queen has any eggs ready, she'll have triplets!

After seemingly hours of spewing, Roger finally collapsed upon the fucked Queen. It took him a good minute to get his bearings before he rolled off the nearly unconscious Thora. He came to rest on his back, between the two stacked Elves.

Thora's belly was swollen with the load he had delivered. She looked more pregnant that her daughter!

His cock, though shiny with Thora's juices, looked hard and long and swollen like it hadn't been in a pussy in a week!

Then Roger looked over at Rita...

She was sitting alongside him, her anime character eyes fixed on the undiminished meat again drooling on his sternum.

And when Roger saw those teenaged tits, rising and falling in conical perfection with her pant, his prick began jumping like a eager puppy!

Rita smiled, then giggled when she saw his organ jump before her. When Roger cupped her nearest boob, hefting it gently, she looked down at him, all serious, "Did she suck you off?"

Roger gaped at her. "Well, I, you see, men, gentlemen, don't talk about such things..."

"She probably did! She's a cocksucker, alright...big time! Its what kept Loki...the first one...around Asgard so much, back when he was around. Supposedly she was the only Elf who could swallow him. For real! All of him! Did you like it?"

Now Roger chewed on his lower lip. Hefting her tit had got him real interested in making it with her, again. Especially right after drilling her mother into an unconscious lump! It would be a big time ego boost...to fuck unconscious first the Queen, then her daughter! But he didn't want to 'screw things up' with the daughter by being too...honest about her mother!

"Uh, I didn't say that your mother..."

Rita was looking at his cock again. "Well, she did! I can tell! And I suppose I'll have to learn to swallow you, too! All Men care about is getting their 'knobs polished'...Christina taught me that! If I want you to hang around, I'm going to have to compete with Mom..." Then she leaned over him, across the bottom of his ribs, her svelte back to him.

She picked up his again throbbing prick. It had to be drooling inches from her nose! "Now, I haven't much practice, so give me a break, Ok?"

"Uh, sure! But, watch the teeth!"

She picked up his balls in her other hand. He felt her talons on them and his cock jerked, tossing precum into Rita's face.

Tentatively she stuck out her tongue and cleaned her chin off. "MMMM! Not bad! I could get used to it!"

Then Roger hissed and winced as, once again, red hot wet velvet enclosed his cockhead. His right hand impulsively reached out and gripped Rita's meaty ass as she twisted her impaled head around his cockhead.

Oh, did that feel good! She was a natural!

Like mother, like daughter!

Then the girl gagged, real nastily, and pulled off him. "Wow!" she gasped hoarsely. "That was something! You are big! How did mom swallow you? Well, I'm not a quitter!" Then her head descended, no doubt her mouth wide open.

"No teeth, baby!" Roger reminded her.

She nodded, then engulfed him...

And Roger moaned as delicious wet heat seized him. She gagged again, but kept right on going!

"Oh baby!" Roger yelled in a strained voice when his glans popped through the back of her pharynx and slid into her tight, velvety, grasping throat. She was mauling his nuts now, and he was goosing her tail with great vigor and familiarity.

She would never make it! HE would never make it! She had hardly a third of him in her gullet and his prick was jumping all over the place! It was all he could do to not spew down her throat! She was just too tight! Too enthusiastic to match her mother! Too damn naturally talented!

Then Roger looked to his left and saw Queen Thora laying there with a proud, satisfied smile on her beautiful, fucked face while watching her daughter gag and snort and nurse on him!

The Queen smiled knowingly at his sweaty, near orgasmic pleasure strained face and said, soft and sexily, "Like Mother, Like Daughter! Right?"

And Roger lost it.

Right out Rita's nose and down her gullet...