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.

30. Roger Starts Acting Like A God and Thi

Desiree was livid as she strode (more like stomped) down the hall towards her 'private' meeting room. She had just left Victoria (Who, she had to admit, had a head on her shoulders as well as a delightful, wider than archetypal Wood Elf ass!), and her Orc officers (those that were left after the fiasco of the so-called 'victory' of the Loki Kai over the Guild) in her Throne Room. She couldn't help but shiver inwardly when she observed during the meeting that there were NO Loki Kai there! The Guild were effective in dealing with...Males!

Sometimes she envied their effectiveness!

But the rest were useless! None had any idea of what was happening! That damned human redheaded lesbian-in-training knew more about this...'Loki' than any of them!

And the Human won't tell her anything other than "he was in such trouble for talking her into meeting Desiree and her lesbian devils in the first place!" Idiotic! A...a...fucktoy...human fucktoy, no less!...threatening a god because she thinks she's married to him!

If she is 'married' to him!

And if he is a god!

Desiree stopped a good thirty feet short of the door to her private meeting room. What she had been able to gather certainly told her that this...Roger had the makings of another Loki! Apparently he impressed Chaos no end, put Him into a panic, with what he did to not only Moira, but the Minotaur, too!

And she can't ignore that the evidence suggests that this 'Loki' used her own casting to send them back to the Minotaur's cave!

Unheard of! Taking control of an Aesir's cast and reversing it!

Was that even possible?!

Maybe He was a god...

And furthermore, since the 'flavor' of her cast had been altered, by all accounts by this 'Loki', into some strange hybrid of her flavor and, ostensibly, His, as long as it was in place, it prevented her from even seeing into that cave!

Moira could be getting her little brains fucked out of her and Desiree can't even obtain the voyeuristic pleasure of watching it!

But, certainly one thing, the near future, was becoming clearer by the minute. Over the past two days since this 'Loki' made his first appearance, SOME things have become clearer to her, at least! Chaos was getting the Dark Lords all worked up for some grand assault on Asgard, or something stupid like that! Typical response by a testosterone overdosed primordial and immortal Male when confronted...challenged by another divine cow impregnator!

Test the newcomer by trying to kick his ass!

Chaos wouldn't have dared even consider that tactic if the original Loki was there!

Then again, even Chaos can be right once in a century or so!

But something told her that this wasn't one of those centuries! When She had briefly met this 'Loki', in Asgard when she took Flare, He hadn't turned her into a multi-orgasmic cum fountain with a flick of his index finger like Loki, three thousand years ago, would have for trying to steal one of his Guild fuck-puppies!

But, remember Desiree, He was probably distracted by the threat of the Minotaur in the other hallway, and being the new god on the block and all...

And He DID deal with both Moira and the Minotaur!

Very efficiently, too!

And, worse, now he's had two days to get his shit together!

She needed more information on this 'god'! And that human, Janey, wife or not, wasn't of much use for that. All she could tell her was how he was when a mortal (and hen-pecked at that!) back before Desiree had taken the rounded, soft, 'easy' red-head to Lokin!

But she finally has some hope for some information that might be useful! It turned out that the Guild Elf Bimbo, Flare, had spent allot of time with this Roger while he was here! In fact, she had spent the most time of anyone with Him! It looks like this Guild Elf will come in handy, after all!

At least, more so than as a simple fuckbunny!

But how to get her to talk? From her experience in breaking Gem and Thora, she knew that her 'holy honker' could get an Elf to spill her guts if she could make them orgasm...in their fabulously plump and firm asses!

But raping would not do.

They had to more...willingly serve under her! It seemed the primitive, base, amoral strength and...female dominating Maleness of those near ape beasts she had created had an...effect upon Guild Elves! And so she had had her Loki Kai do the 'foreplay' for her with Gem and Thora! 'Loosen them up!' for her, arouse them, in-spite of their anger and hatred, so all Desiree had to do was pin them face down in her bed and stroke away till they broke in squealing, screaming multiple orgasms!

But this Flare was different! Maybe it was that Roger, porking her all those weeks on the trail (She reminded herself to tell his 'wife' about Flare's 'prairie relationship' with the future God of Lokin at an appropriate time in the near future!), but that delicious blond sexpot-Elf both really hated the sight of Desiree (Every-time they saw each other there was always unholy murder in that Guild Elf's almond shaped blue eyes! It made her shudder from the intensity shown in those deceptively beautiful eyes! Desiree had never seen such hate in an Elf's eyes since the last time she witnessed Guild Elves hacking a non-divine Male to pieces!), and didn't seem to be as greatly affected by having Desiree's Loki Cock shoved into her face!

No cooing and horny grins!

That was bad!

Furthermore, if a Guild Elf had become 'immune' to Her Cock, then there was nothing that could diffuse the hatred of her in Flare! She would simply be a killing machine...aimed at her!

And that WAS bad!

But, Desiree thought, a small smile crossing her otherwise concerned face, she still had some tricks up her sleeve!

Cassiopeia!

The vampiric Elf had told her of her success with Gem. Success that was only terminated when a Guild Elf blade knocked her unconscious at the very moment of her triumph!

A blade expertly handled by Stryker! The Stryker who could have simply beheaded the vampire but, for some unfathomable reason, didn't!

The Stryker who now was her prisoner, racked down in her dungeon, awaiting whatever fate Desiree decided for the dangerous killer, yet most accomplished...and enthusiastic, cocksucker! A fate that Desiree had just about decided upon.

She really needed to repay and...reward Dragonshaft for all his efforts in Her, so far, imperfect quest for dominance in Lokin! He does have a 'taste' for Guild Elves!

Especially Stryker!

That was an attractive solution to the problem of having that buff...and dangerous Elf around! Dragonshaft was very adept at keeping Stryker out of her way and 'filled' with Dragonshaft's 'affection'! Once she's done with this bimbo Flare, she'll have to call Dragonshaft...

But back to the task at hand. If Cassiopeia had 'handled' Gem so easily, using both her near Divinely endowed clit and the hypnotic power that seemingly all vampires had over the innocent and naive, then why couldn't the vampiric Elf enthrall other Elves? Guild Elves? Flare?

Some near hour ago that just was what the Aesir had ordered. That was why Cassiopeia was not at the meeting. Cassiopeia would 'seduce' the luscious Flare into wet and squirming lust...desperate lust for a long, thick, steel blade hard Loki Cock! Make the Elf oh so...receptive to Desiree and the 'gift' she carried for Flair's Guild Elf 'sisters'!

But first! she told herself. I must defuse Flare's instant hatred of the very sight of Desiree! Closing her eyes, she concentrated and a glowing fog of energized ozone from the energy being applied momentarily swirled around her. When the glow dimmed and the fog dissipated, a much shorter, though still voluptuously physiqued in a more petite package, blond female stood in Desiree's place.

Starting forward again, 'Desiree' thought: It was about time to see how successful Cassiopeia had been in getting that Guild Elf motivated towards her new persona!

Roger was back at his 'studies', memorizing yet more casts and spells, when there was a...more frantic than usual knock on his door. He frowned, for he had just, not an hour before, finally manage to get Queen Thora, without her '...oh so eager to learn how to suck your balls dry since you made me pregnant and I can't let you fuck me while I'm pregnant so I just have to suck you off–right?" daughter, to leave his oversized meat and room alone so he could study!

He really wished that he had had this problem when he was officially going to school and, especially, not NOW!

Strange how those rare times in one's life when you really get what you have been fantasying about...it turns out to be not so great? He just knew that he couldn't have convinced his younger self that, someday, he would be in a castle filled with absolutely delicious ball-breaking fuckpuppies, literally the exact image of a high school boy's wet dream doll, not only more than willing, but literally nagging him to fuck their heads off...or let them get on their knees and suck HIS head off...and, of course, HE would be preferring to study!

Roger...you are getting old!

Sad!

Then his guilty mind turned to the matter, or Elf pussy at hand. The great question that had been plaguing him since he had 'become' Loki: Were all Queens such ruthless, hungry, expert mouth-sluts as Thora had proved to be over the past couple of days? He'd lost track of how many loads Thora had sucked out of him...and in less than the past hour!

But, he had to admit, she made him 'feel' like a God! Who but a God could choke a cocksucker as...accomplished...as Thora obviously was and yet still manage to feed her a good half dozen loads in an hour?! He didn't want to brag or anything...but this being a God was turning out to be a pretty fine gig!

If you were a self-centered perv!

Then he remembered: The only problem, so far in this castle, with these sex-mad Elves all over the place, was the fact that, since he had become a 'god', he hadn't made it with anyone else except for the Queen and Princess! Were they keeping him for themselves?

I thought that Loki would go anywhere in Lokin and score with any Elf who happened to walk by!

Why can't I, then?

That would be a shame to be reserved to the sole use of the Royal pussy! It certainly would be a nice 'change of pace' to 'accidentally' 'run across'...Gem...yea, that's it!... in the hallway and see just how 'influential' his godhood was with her! He wistfully recalled his...only...'wrestling' match with her...that he had won!...with very fond memories!

Then, with another quick knock, the door opened and a small group of Guild Elves rather hurriedly entered.

Lead by Gem!

Roger's attitude, and codpiece, perked up!

"M'Lord!" it was a rather breathless and hurried Gem who spoke. Roger hoped she wouldn't notice his staring at her bouncing boobs, and those jutting, pebbly nipples showing through her vest, as she quickly strode in.

But, the hunter and markswoman she was, she did. He saw her eyes roll up in...frustration, maybe?...as, having been caught gawking at her quivering rack, he quickly looked up at her...beautiful face.

But, at least, her...disapproval with him passed within two strides. "M'Lord! We have just received word of an incursion by the Dark Lords..."

Now his attention perked up! "Oh? Where?"

"The extreme North of Alfheim, at the mountain border with Jotulheim," Gem replied, turning to another Elf standing just behind her. "This is Swiftsword, M'Lord, the...partner of Chrysoberyl, an Elf of the same rank as me, who has been taken."

Roger saw another typically gorgeous, blond haired Guild Elf step forward till she was alongside Gem. Only this Elf had reddened, wet eyes...

...and tears running down her...gorgeous cheeks.

"And you are called 'Swiftsword'?" Roger said, looking from one Elf to the other in confusion.

Swiftsword nodded, then spoke, "I have ridden all day and night, M'Lord! My Commander, Chrysoberyl, was taken by the Dark Beasts! Taken because she protected me...saved me! " She looked away from him for a count, looking at the floor before her with a heartbreakingly sad face. Then, suddenly, her head went up and, with another stride towards him, she cried out, "I must go back to her!"

Roger looked at Gem. Gem was not smiling. But she understood his silent question. "They are...mates, M'Lord. Lovers as part of a team. Very common amongst the Guild when on patrol."

Roger silently asked, "Like you and...Flare?"

Gem smiled a moment, then replied in a overtly proud and, maybe taunting?, voice, "Yes, M'Lord! Like Flare and...I!"

Roger grit his teeth, but said nothing more of it. He looked back at Swiftsword. "What has happened to your Commander...er?"

"Chrysoberyl, M'Lord!" replied Swiftsword, barely holding back further tears.

Gem, frowning again, stepped towards the shuddering Elf and hugged her. Swiftsword instantly collapsed against Gem's strong shoulder in a uncontrollable crying fit. Comforting the Elf, Gem looked at Roger, "Any Guild Elf taken by the Dark Lords is subject to rape and sexual enslavement for centuries! We are considered...delicacies...sexual delicacies!" she glanced guiltily back at the crying Elf, stroking her naturally curly blond hair. "It is certain that Chrysoberyl has been taken! Swiftsword rode day and night to get here, to warn us that, for the first time in thousands of years, Dark Lord parties have crossed the border!"

Gem looked at Roger, unblinking, "They must think we are weak, now! Lord Loki would never have let this happen without responding!"

Roger gnawed on his lower lip. "What do I do, now? Take on TWO Dark Lords?! Am I ready for that?"

"No!" suddenly answered Loki Help. He hadn't spoken to Roger for over a day. Nonetheless, Roger was very relieved to hear from 'him'. "You are not ready to face one Dark Lord, alone. But..."

And Roger looked at Gem, and the Elves behind her and saw, save for Swiftsword, three determined, expert warriors waiting for the word from their Lord...to act.

"Don't let Gem's bravery and professionalism get your Guild Elves in even more trouble!" Loki Help went on. "They wouldn't stand a chance in those mountains against even just two Dark Lords! All those bastards need to do is whip out their dongs and the Elves would melt before them! Don't forget, Guild Elves have a thing for big, ugly dicks! They can't say 'no' to them! Look what happened when they took on the Loki Kai! Yeah, I read all about it from your memories! What they need is somebody with them who can add some serious metaphysical help to the Elves!"

"Hermione?" Roger replied.

"NO! She's still suffering from what Moira did to her! No, I mean you!"

"ME?! I'm no good at magick! I've only been studying it for four days!"

"You know enough, if you can get Gem to help divide them, and manage to surprise them! Look, neither you nor the Elves can take on Dark Lords alone. But together..."

Gem frowned when she saw a suddenly glassy eyed Roger silently nod...to no one.

Then, seconds later, with a little head jerk, Roger abruptly and firmly fixed his steely eyes on Gem's. "Gem...er...Lady Gem. I am tired of losing...my Elves to the Dark Side..."

Gem suddenly brought her eyebrows together in bafflement then, with a look of confusion across her delicious face, she turned to the other Elves behind her. To her fellow Elves her face was masked with the silent, but obvious, question, "'Dark Side'? What the fuck does that mean?"

The other Elves also frowned in ignorance and collectively shook their delicious heads.

But Roger was inspired...too inspired to backtrack now, "Lady Gem, what would you say if I offered an invitation to you and your...girls...er...warriors to accompany me to the Northern Mountains to get back Swiftsword's commander Chrysoberyl?"

Swiftsword instantly pulled her tear streaked face from Gem's comforting shoulder. "You will rescue My Lady Chrysoberyl?!" she literally squealed. Save for her wet eyes, Swiftsword's grinning face began to look downright...beautiful in its abrupt, vivid display of sweet young girl/Elf happiness.

Then the Elf literally began to hop up and down like an excited puppy.

And Roger, quite naturally for him, couldn't help but notice how she suddenly displayed dramatically full and heavy tits bouncing under her vest as she hopped for joy.

She added quickly, "If...when you can get her back, I'll be forever in your debt, M'Lord!" Then the Elf looked at a frowning Lady Gem looking over at her, and she abruptly stopped hopping. Looking demurely down at the floor, she pressed her upper arms against the outside edges of her...suddenly impressive tits, bulging her apparently ample cleavage up out the top of her vest and, in so doing, turning Roger's balls alight! Still looking down at the floor, Swiftsword added in a soft, consummately sexy voice, "And I always pay my debts!"

Roger looked at Gem, who was meeting him with a small smile on her substantially softened face. Her smile broadening, she simply nodded in agreement.

Its good to be a God!

Cassiopeia walked into Desiree's Private Meeting room barely suppressing a broad, arrogant smirk derived from the self-confidence generated by her earlier meeting with 'Lady' Gem. Her 'tryst' with Gem of three days prior had only just failed in her planned climatic blood draining of the Guild Elf. All she didn't do to and with Gem was drain her delicious blood! Everything else she planned/hoped for she had achieved...easily! Her 'hypnotic' power over those...especially females...not well versed in the black magick arts had completely enslaved the Guild Elf commander! She had gotten Gem stripped bare, (and by Gem's own hands!) and had exercised her new male human wrist thick, over sixteen inch long clit fully...completely in Gem's tight, absolutely soaked and willingly opened pussy until the Guild Elf was prostrate under her, offering fully and uninhibitedly her big ass and stuffed twat to the freely and deeply fucking vampiric Wood Elf!

Just how 'easy' will be her task with that 'bimbo', as Desiree openly proclaims, Flare? Her Mistress had given the vampire the most hoped for task, sexually arouse and enslave Flare, already notorious for being the most desired, and accomplished, sextoy in the Guild Army! She had heard from the Guild Elves that the vampire had 'corrupted' after the Loki Kai battle that her tongue work was infamous, whenever a Guild Elf sat on her face!

Cassiopeia could hardly wait to experience it!

She stepped in, grinning in spite of herself, and saw a very unhappy looking Flare sitting on the edge of the well cushioned double bed. She was chained by her neck to the central pillar of the room.

As soon as Flare saw someone enter, she smoothly, but incredibly quickly it seemed to Cassiopeia, rose in a veritable blur to face her opponent. Cassiopeia reminded herself of the superhuman...nay, super-elven reflexes of the Guild. "Be alert!" she silently reminded herself as she stepped in.

But Flare certainly looked as if she were facing a bitter enemy...that she was surrounded with merciless enemies! The scowl on her face, especially after recognizing the vampiric Wood Elf, deepened, distorting her otherwise adorable face with utter hatred.

Good! Cassiopeia told herself. The greater the orgasmic joy when she and her clit broke the Guild Bitch!

As she stepped in the vampire took a moment to do a once-over with a practiced glance of the furiously rigid, nubile naked Guild Elf. Typical Guild Elf physique, she remarked to herself, certainly voluptuous where it would count in a true to form MALE god, while maintaining a taut and steely physique in the areas where rigid, vividly defined musculature was important in a warrior. Hips a little bit wider than a Wood Elf's, but that's to be expected...a more comfortable saddle for Loki to ride in!

And what a rack! Jutting, full tits, proportionally as impressive on the Elf as Desiree's are on the Aesir's chest! They were as metaphysically perfect in their firm and conical projection as any babyfeeders Cassiopeia had ever had the pleasure and honor to behold, and, just to add icing to Flare's lush 'cake', those cones were capped with virginal junior high school girl's soft, conical and sweetly puffy nipples!

Looking at the severely frowning...scowling even Elf's Male enthralling nude display of teen-aged perfect girl charms...lush, yet tight beauty to challenge the magick enhanced figures of Desiree and the other Aesirs, she began to believe the rumors here swirling around that Elf: That Flare had been the one who had found the new Loki...and served under him for the weeks it took to reel him into the ancient trap the Guild had set! Furthermore, that Loki had created her, and maybe a few others, specifically to have her snare the next Loki when the conditions were right and appropriate!

"Monster!" Cassiopeia heard the growling whisper from the beautiful and...dangerous Elf.

Flare could barely contain her anger, hatred even, as the Wood Elf sauntered arrogantly into the room. Her anger, however, was being directed back upon herself! To be fooled by that bedeviled Aesir! To be swept off her feet, like some schoolgirl Hermione, by the very Aesir she was sworn to defeat and very nearly did!

Well, it was time, and the opportunity was now, to redeem herself! This bitch will rue the day she strode pompously into this room!

Then she felt the wave of torrid passion...liquid lust surge through her!

With Flare glaring, almond shaped brilliant blue eyes fixed upon her approach, it was the easiest of matters to catch the Elf's sight in Cassiopeia's piercing blood red vision.

Cassiopeia's smirk broadened into a grin when she saw the fury on the Elf's face abruptly soften. Flare must have been as innocent as a Catholic schoolgirl, thought the vampire, as she poured her hypnotic lusts into those suddenly anime wide and round, unblinking eyes of the Guild Elf.

Flare's pant was forced, deep and echoingly audible, those...delicious puffy pink nipples displaying iron hard little peaks, when the Wood Elf stopped immediately before the motionless, gawking Guild Elf. Cassiopeia finally broke the visual lock and looked down, past those jutting, virginal Elf babyfeeders and saw Flare's flaming red labia making their wet appearance just under her bald mound. Then she saw the first drops of Flare's girl dew trickle down the inside of the Elf's full, powerful, and deliciously smooth thighs.

When she looked back up, Flare's eyes hadn't moved. "Just like your slut, Gem!" Cassiopeia meanly said into Flare's gawking face. She reached down and took the Guild Elf's left arm and led it to her still hugely, and , Cassiopeia was now convinced, permanently erect clit.

As soon as Flare's hand touched the near-Loki Cock sized feminine phallus, the hand smoothly, and very quickly, wrapped itself around the inches wide slab o' shaft. Only then did Flare glance down... The Guild Elf instantly hissed, as if a bolt of shocking need for what was openly and willingly clutched in her hand had swept, lightning-quick, through her.

Cassiopeia noticed how the Elf's fingers could barely reach half way around the jerking pole.

Then, with even greater speed, Flare's other hand, on its own volition, rose to wrap around the other half of the shaft! With both hands, and a sudden, growing smile, the Guild Elf throttled the cock-like shaft till the tip swelled purple.

Cassiopeia winced, but physically did nothing else, refusing to demonstrate to the clit grabbing Elf standing before the vampire how painful her fierce grip was.

But then, after an eternally long moment, Flare's hands began stroking, expertly, in foot long pumps, up and down Cassiopeia's towering pole.

The Wood Elf nearly popped up on her toes as a surge of masterful...experienced...jacked off pleasure seized her. By the gods! That did feel good when she did that with her hands! She must have had practice, lots of it, to be so...effective!

With a ragged inhalation the Wood Elf replied by reaching out and, with more aggressive lust than she originally planned, cupped Flare's well over a handful of smooth, illegally youthful looking, Hollywood quality jutting hooters in her two hands. They were magnificently firm, refusing to do more than quiver slightly as the Wood Elf luxuriously groped them. And when Cassiopeia pinched both pebbly nipples, the Guild Elf gasped and jerked so sweetly and innocently, like a sophomore cheerleader under the bleachers being pawed for the first time by an upperclassman football player.

Flare screamed at herself to maintain control as the wicked hot passions flowed through her like sexy lava. The...clit...she held...stroked...vigorously beat off in her hands was so hot, smooth, thrilling...so hugely electrifying! She wanted oh so much to turn around and bend way, way over to offer her feminine openings to the...huge thing!

It felt so much like M'Lord Roger's Loki Cock, and nearly as monstrously sized!

And when the Wood Elf Bitch pinched her nipples! She wasn't faking when she helplessly gasped in a high pitched, schoolgirl voice and then dramatically jerked in Cassiopeia's wicked grip!

No, she wasn't faking. She wasn't faking a thing!

Just desperately trying to keep her lusts for belly swelling penetration under control!

Now Cassiopeia, wide eyed in complete delight and approval, began running her hands down from those suck cones, admiring the firm, flawless flow of Flare's typically Guild Elf narrow and flat waist, the relatively exceptional dilation of her hips, the pillow-like, utterly glossy and rotund, yet teen taut, features of the ass of a fully 'developed' Guild Elf. She ran her hands over the bulging meat-loaves of Flare's steed exercised butt, then, running the tips of her deadly claws back up between those buns, she forced the Guild Elf to hiss and jerk forward wantonly.

She recalled another Elf, another round and full ass...

From whom she had gotten this clit, and who she drained, making her into a vampire, too!

"Well, it couldn't be helped," Cassiopeia said aloud to herself from behind the Elf whose ass she now admired. "But, my Dear," she went on as if making a momentous decision. "If I am to break you with this clit of mine...just like I broke your slut Gem! You must be free of this!"

Flare felt a tugging on the neck collar chaining her to the post. A surge of relief swept through her when Cassiopeia removed her horribly arousing hands from her traitorous body. Silently the Guild Elf prayed to her gods in thanks for the respite from the vampire's sexual agony.

But when that hot phallus unexpectantly slipped right up her deep and dark asscrack to press unerringly right against and into her anus with breath stealing accuracy, her hip jerk forward in response to the goose, as well as the loud gasp from her mouth, were definitely not planned!

It was good that she showed her opponent that her lusts for...divine penetration were still surging, almost dominating, through her! Maybe the vampire will let her guard down, thinking the Elf was already in her power!

But the vampire induced craving for deep penetration of her feminine openings that surged so freely through her was ALMOST that dominating!

She had to keep her lusts under control...until Cassiopeia freed her!

Cassiopeia dropped the collar and stepped back around the Guild Elf. Flare certainly looked ready: Glistening taut skin,wet with libido triggered sweat, beautifully swollen breasts (even for a Guild Elf!) with their stiff nipples, pussy juice drooling down the inside of her firm, smooth, parted thighs, labia hanging wet and wrinkled!

"Come, my dear, to the bed...Our Bed!" the vampire husked, taking Flare's right hand to lead her to the bed. Her clit bobbed up and down in Flare's eyes as if it was individually eager to get at her...

...in her!

And, worse, the Elf so wanted it in her!

No! Not this time! You are not a bimbo to Desiree's monsters anymore!

Then, with a sudden frown, Flare stopped in her tracks. The Wood Elf continued two steps before she realized that the Guild Elf was frozen in place, as if anchored to the floor.

Turning to face the Guild Elf, Cassiopeia said, "Now, my dear, delaying the inevitable will not relieve you of the need you have for my..." Then the Wood Elf's eyes opened wide...

Flare had leaped a good three feet into the air! And she was flinging herself around...

Only her right leg was extended, stiffly, out...

And her right foot was closing with her jaw!

Flare's sweeping right leg kick caught Cassiopeia right on her left jaw, lifting her off her feet and sending her flying back, horizontally, a good five feet before she landed on her back. Then she slid, wet flesh squeaking on highly polished ancient wood floor, another three feet before she finally came to stunned rest.

Chrysoberyl, Lady and Guild Elf Commander, woke in near absolute darkness, only a narrow beam of morning light streaming down from the perfect black overhead to strike her forehead breaking the darkness. But she was warm, deliciously warm, and oh so...content with the two towering, massive and, above all, hot MALES pressing in against her, both front and back!

Then she remembered the day before:

Lord Havoc had left her suspended on the two Dark Lords' magnificently HUGE and delightfully hot cocks for just a moment, watching her, bemused, as she writhed in double impaled, irresistible feminine bliss between them, unable to do anything but cum helplessly, hopelessly, wondrously, for the two belly distending pricks. Then, deciding her 'preparation' complete, he seized her about her waist. Immediately he began using her as a double masturbation sleeve, rotating her hips, and her cock filled guts within, around both Dark Lords' cocks until she was screaming again in...at the time still most degrading to her...another wanton and delicious mind numbing orgasm. As the mountain peaks towering over her quivered with her howls, both monsters promptly unloaded liters of demonspunk into her convulsing tubes.

She looked like she was pregnant with twins when Lord Bedlam callously pulled out of her flooded butt and began walking back up the mountain while long, disgusting strands of his copious coagulated babystuff dripped from her stretched, ovalled ass.

At the time, though, she really didn't mind...didn't even notice, for the Dark Lord semen massively injected into her was laced with powerful hypnotic drugs. Drugs that reduced any female inseminated, once the drugs were absorbed through the womb or colon into the blood, into a shameless, promiscuous, frenzied, Dark Lord slut, addicted to the drug in their gooey wadd and obsessed with ever obtaining yet more inhumanly distending, organ dislocating, Dark Lord Cock penetration.

As she remained seated, wrapped around her first Dark Lord Cock, shuddering and whimpering as the semen within her corrupted her blood and mind, Lord Havoc filled his big, powerful hands with her typical Guild Elf bulbous buttocks, pulled her closer to him, and followed the other Dark Lord, Chrysoberyl clutching him...eagerly...with her arms and waist enwrapping legs as she bounced the roof of her womb off his rock hard and lava hot glans.

Her squeals and ragged gasps as she bounced off his meat with his every powerful stride up the steep mountainside path seemed to echo off the mountain peaks miles overhead as they approached the Dark Lord field camp.

The camp was typical of Dark Lords in the field: A flattened circular and nearly horizontal bare spot surrounded by huge, well spaced boulders on all four sides. It had to be at least thirty feet in diameter. The boulders had nice four foot gaps between them providing easy passage for the colossal bodied Lords as well as providing good lanes for clear visibility into all the approaches to their camp.

No one would be sneaking up on them!

They did not have a fire, Dark Lords had no use for fire, not with their bodies made from barely cooled living lava. Furthermore their clothing, which varied not a bit from what they wore in their towering castles, consisted of a neck to top of their boots billowing robe made out of windproof and very nearly radiation proof iron impregnated cloth a good centimeter thick.

The brutally cold and swift mountain winds could hardly flutter their robes, better yet pass through them.

Except for some leather storage bags, shaped like oversized duffel bags, the camp was empty save for their two broadswords, each as long as Chrysoberyl, and one, ten foot by ten foot, thick insulated blanket laid out on the ground.

No sooner did Lord Havoc carry the prick impaled Elf between two boulders, each at least twenty feet across and equally tall, then he lifted the quivering, babbling, Dark Lord cum intoxicated Guild Elf 'Commander' off of his rigid spear.

The syrupy report of snug, sloppy Guild Elf pussy popping over the wide rim of his glans was accompanied, almost instantaneously, by yet another shriek from the 'Commander'.

After being set down, naked save for her boots, Chrysoberyl instantly became unavoidably aware of the frigid wind blowing across the mountain and the camp. She shivered vividly...

She needn't have worried. No sooner than Lord Havoc leave her to visit the Dark Lords' travel bags for his dinner than did Lord Bedlam stepped up to her. He opened his tent-like robe...

Chrysoberyl couldn't help but gawk at his overwhelming MASCULINE display!

To the spunk-addicted Elf, even to a completely sober Chrysoberyl, his body was magnificent...and utterly arousing to a Guild...hell...any Elf! Muscled like an iron graphite colored Hulk, towering by feet over the wide and wild eyed, panting 'Commander' in dominating, all arousing splendor, she became hot...desperately horny...just staring at his pectorals, even before she saw his arm thick and long cock shoved in her gawking face!

"Clean me, Elf bitch!" he romantically addressed.

She looked down to see his drooling glans just off her nose!

Chrysoberyl hissed as bolts of pure, unbridled and inexorable lust shot through her lush body. Her almost comically crossed eyes glowed in divine light as she nervously, eagerly, licked her lips watching his thick strands of precum hang and swing from the slit at the end of the Loki-sized prick.

There was now no doubt, if there ever had been, in the Dark Lord's mind, or Chrysoberyl's, of what was on the Elf's mind now!

Then, as Lord Bedlam grinned, her tongue unconsciously shot out and, as if with a mind of its own, drew the nightcrawler sized worm of wadd into her drooling maw. Noisily she first sucked it completely in, then swallowed.

Chuckling meanly, the Dark Lord wrapped his huge hand around the back of Chrysoberyl's skull and pulled her in.

Instantly what was left of her self-will, her undrugged mind, screamed hysterically at herself NOT to submit, NOT to open her mouth wide for that...delicious looking, slime drooling cockhead. But to no avail as the quite Dark Lord prick enthralled Guild Elf 'Commander' felt her mouth eagerly open wide, again seemingly on its own volition. Then she was sucking, slurping, gagging, on the spongy, funky, fist sized glans.

With humiliating and very immoral enthusiasm!

Within a minute of first tasting the Dark Lord's meaty sex-weapon, her guilty conscience was gone, lost in waves of submissive cocksucking, mind numbing oral sex bliss. His precum tasted so good! She couldn't believe, now, how she could ever have thought that Dark Lord ballslime would be horrible to lap up! Now, all she could think was how...delicious...it tasted!

How could something tasting this good be so...evil?!

When he came, which was certainly inevitable as Chrysoberyl applied the nearly instinctive Guild Elf steed draining forced gagging and deep throating suck technique most effectively to his horse sized prick, just a few short minutes after she first mouthed him, his massive, pint sized load spewed from her nostrils, gushed out her cock stuffed mouth, and cascaded down her wholeheartedly swallowing throat.

But no matter if she orally defeated Dark Lord Bedlam, for there was Lord Havoc! Before the wheezing, grunting, fully but temporarily satisfied Dark Lord could stagger away from the wadd dripping Elf, Chrysoberyl's Elf typical tongue had thoroughly cleaned her face and she was turning to Lord Havoc, who sat against a huge boulder, gnawing on a massive roasted leg of some large animal.

Even though something far, far down in her Dark Lord cum stoned mind was screaming at her to do something, ANYTHING, but look towards the ever demeaningly smirking Dark Lord, she nonetheless turned to face Him with a sweetly, keenly smiling and uncontrollably drooling little girl/Elfin face. It was obvious to all who cared to observe her at that moment what that face and her locked vision meant.

She was a Guild Elf looking for more...Elffood!

Seeing the desperately...hungry...look on the, now, fully Dark Lord spooge addicted Guild Elf's face, and remembering pleasant moments of Dark Lord MALE triumph over other Guild Elves in the, regrettably until now, distant past, Havoc chuckled haughtily and meanly. He pulled open his heavy, thick robe and his, fully ready (of course!), massive meat-tube flipped up.

"Hungry, little one?" he smirked.

Chrysoberyl could just whine like the little, sex starved Elf that she was, and nod...eagerly!

Generously, the Dark Lord waved her over to kneel between his legs...to feed.

Drooling her sweet saliva down her chin, Chrysoberyl complied...eagerly!

"Looks like we won't have to share our food with her after-all!" Havoc called out to his also feeding partner, who just nodded his head as he chewed.

Swallowing, the Dark Lord replied, "Well, she's in for a feast! I haven't had such an accomplished cocksucker in centuries! My Brunhilde can't suck wine out of a glass! Hey, hurry up! I want to feed her again before it gets too dark to see it shoot out her nose! I like watching hungry little Elf bitches choke on my loads!"

And she choked on him, as well as Havoc in his turn, far into the dark, cold night. As long as she had a delicious and wondrous Dark Lord Cock in her maw and down her throat, she felt nothing else...not the cold wind, certainly, and not any remorse for her consummately slutty actions. In other times, around others...female others...she would have been terribly humiliated to have oh so enthusiastically and competently knelt between huge, powerful and stoney legs to choke on foot and a half long pieces of jaw dislocating MALE cock, drooling her sweet, clear saliva down their throbbing, jumping shafts, bobbing her cock stuffed head wholeheartedly, relentlessly, expertly, stretching her swallowing, gripping throat to twice its normal diameter until the superhuman beasts could no longer deny her the slimy reward she orally craved, now, so desperately.

Her slurps and gags even drowned out the howling of the cold, brutal wind running over her bare back and up her soaked crack between her kneeling legs.

By the time the two Dark Lords finally tired of her labors, late in the starry evening, she had forgotten how much goo she had sucked out of them, how much...delicious...Elf-food she had swallowed.

But she definitely was not longer hungry!

The two towering MALES then laid on their sides on the ten foot wide blanket that acted as their bed...facing each other. Shivering in the cold, her face wet from her last tongue cleaning of it, she stared at them with still white and wide eyes. When they motioned for her to join them...to lay between them...no helping it, she broke out in a grateful smile.

She wouldn't be cold this night after all!

She quickly...eagerly...climbed in between them, stark naked and dripping wet between her full thighs. Both 'gentlemen' opened their thick, heavy robes and draped them over her. Out of sight between them and under their robes, she felt the Dark Lords press in to her, both before and behind her, and their towering, lava hot Cocks press against her cold, but lush, body.

She whimpered in delight as those cocks slid up and down her frame, the one in back sliding between her jutting buttocks, spreading the muscular buns effortlessly. The one in front slipped between her thighs to began running up and down right over her slick pussy, crushing her swollen little clit with will devastating effect.

Within minutes she was squirming in delight and relentlessly rising sex-heat. It was so warm between them! She was so grateful for their kindness that she wanted to reward them...properly!

And she was definitely lubricating both massive organs as they slipped up and back between her buttocks/thighs! It didn't take but a couple of minutes of this before her gasps and pleas began:

"Fuck me!" she started to moan. She wanted to wrap herself around the cock pushing up over her clit, spreading her swollen tits, butting into her jaw. "Please! Let me serve you!"

"You want us both?" Havoc said in his deep, loud voice, full of confidence and arrogance. "You want to serve us both at once? You'll have to ask us properly, Elf-bitch!"

"Please! Use me, M'Lord! I am at your service!"

"I know!" Havoc came back. "But, are you willing to accept my friend, Lord Bedlam, back into your fat ass?! Ask him...no...beg him for his favor, My Elf-bitch! You owe him after that sword stroke on his forearm, remember?!"

Shuddering, the former Guild Elf 'Commander' now realized how far she had fallen: Now just a fucktoy for Dark Lord Cock, "Yes! I am sorry, M'Lord! Please, use me...use my ass like you did this afternoon! I...I...really liked...enjoyed taking you into my ass! I...I...want to accept you again! Please?! Use me!"

Lord Bedlam reached into his robe and grabbed Chrysoberyl's left, topmost, thigh and lifted it until her thighs were wide apart. She gasped when his furnace hot glans forced itself between her buns and right against her back pore.

"Put me where I belong! Where you want me!" Havoc, in front of her, roared.

She immediately reached down to where his fist sized glans was drooling tacky strands of cum all over her heaving belly. He pulled his hips back to give her room to Elf-handle his meat between her spread thighs, between her soaked and floppy labia.

In position, the Dark Lord thrust, sliding right through her cum slippery hands and into her totally soaked and completely ready pussy.

Under their robes the out of sight Guild Elf wailed as her still tight membranes spread for Dark Lord meat.

Then she thrust her full and smooth tail back until Bedlam's glans slipped nearly half way past her spreading sphincter. At once she humped forward until her soaked pussy had gobbled up another couple of inches of Havoc's cockhead.

She repeated her back thrusts and forward humps until she was a whining mess, her holes opened to what seemed their maximum diameter, only the high crowns, resembling the neck shield of a triceratops, was the only part of their glans still outside her straining, dripping female openings.

In consummate feminine frustration and need, the Guild Elf whined, "Please! Help me! Take me! Make me take both of you! Please!"

In the middle of her humiliating cries, both Dark Lords nodded to each other, and then thrust together.

As two syrupy pops broke out from under their robes, Chyrsoberyl's babbling and disgraceful pleadings ended abruptly with a shriek that echoed off the mountaintops.

Then Havoc felt her dangerous claws dig furiously into the nearly impermeable skin over his broad ribs. "Happy now, Elf-bitch?" he asked, enjoying the wet, clinging heated velvet of her stuffed pussy sucking on his swallowed glans.

Eyes tightly shut, teeth clenched, tits heaving with her forced, labored breath, the Guild Elf could only nod...invisibly under the Dark Lords' robe 'tent'.

Neither Dark Lord could see her, but they figured, and expected, just that kind of reaction from a Guild Elf with two Dark Lord cockheads freshly buried in her, so they advanced their assault upon Chrysoberyl's feminine dignity.

Havoc gripped her around the top of her hip bones as Bedlam did the same around the middle of her hips, at her widest point. Then they simply thrust together.

And, just as happened that afternoon when they first took her, the Guild Elf howled hysterically as her belly swelled dramatically and her wide open eyes rolled into her skull as Dark Lord Cock filled her, pushing what guts they could not fill out of their way.

Chrysoberyl didn't remember much except supernatural bliss after that...

Now she was beginning to squirm as she realized that she was still sandwiched between two towering Dark Lords!

And their Cocks, seemingly always erect, where still laying against her butt and back, as well as between her thighs and tits!

With a little moan she sent her tongue out, exploring. It almost immediately tasted cockhead! And precum!

Havoc growled as he awoke, his pudcap encased in liquid fire as Chrysoberyl's tongue lapped and buffed him awake. "The Elf-bitch is awake, finally!" he growled to Bedlam. "She's asking for her breakfast!"

She felt the...HUGE!...cock behind her jump.

"Then why don't we give her 'something'?" Bedlam replied, pulling open his robe and exposing the cock licking Elf.

Chrysoberyl didn't notice the cold wind that swept her still naked body. Her eyes were focused on the fist sized glans whose drool she was eagerly lapping up.

Then Havoc grabbed her around the shoulders and lifted her until she was kneeling, once again, before him. Her precum lapping never hesitated.

Bedlam grabbed her hips and raised them up, so she was thrusting her butt back at him. "I'll use her pussy this morning, if you don't mind! You go ahead and feed her breakfast!"

"Certainly, My Friend!" Then he took hold of his jumping prick and began to rub his drooling cockhead across and all over the Elf's delicious looking face.

Within a few cum depositing swipes, Chrysoberyl was moaning like a cheap whore.

"Want it?" Havoc roared, milking his meat so more...much more...Dark Lord gunk coated the Guild Elf's submissive face. "Want breakfast from me?"

Chrysoberyl moaned again and tried to nod, but at that moment another Dark Lord Cock plunged into her offered up pussy, clear through her cervix to fill her womb with awesome heat and mass. The Elf howled, in undeniable and wondrous bliss, good and long...

Desiree, in Gem disguise, entered the room precisely when Flare sent Cassiopeia flying to the floor. She came up short as the Wood Elf slid across the floor before her!

This is certainly not good!

Flare landed with an unrestrained smile on her lush face. Now to get out of here...Then she saw Gem standing in the doorway!

Gem!?

Taking a quick step forward, Flare gasped out, "Gem...Lady Gem!" Then she, too, came up short.

Lady Gem's tits were not that big, she remembered! For centuries she had bedded down with Lady...Her...Lady Gem. She knew Lady Gem's sultry body by heart! Every nook and cranny of her delicious flesh was committed to memory! Her tongue had probed, licked, tasted every delicious part of that Guild Elf Commander...and lover!

Those tits were twice as big as the boobs she had nursed on so often during those dark, starry, cool nights...together...under their field blanket...alone...

"You are NOT My Lady Gem!" Flare growled. Then the Guild Elf quickly assumed a defensive posture.

Desiree recognized the same...expert...defensive posture that this...dangerous...Elf had shown the day before...

When she kicked my ass!

'Gem' extended her right arm, then her right index finger, and said, "I'm not going to play around with you anymore, Elf!" Then, in her Desiree's piercing voice, she cried out, "Asperare instans!" Then a brilliant pink bolt of energy shot from Desiree's finger to impact, at the speed of light, into a startled Flare's chest...right between those jutting tits!

"AAAAAH!" screamed the Guild Elf, throwing her head back as if expecting the impact of a solid object. But, since the bolt was massless, Flare didn't fly backwards. Raising her head back up, seconds later, she stared at 'Gem' with wide, almost fearful eyes.

What had she hit me with? was written all over her anime looking eyes.

Almost instantly, however, her face distorted into a wild grimace of overwhelming sensation! With a wailing cry she fell, hard, to her knees, the edges of her pressed together hands flying down between her thighs to press against her blazing loins, her head hanging down as the most wicked...pleasure flashed through her.

For a long, helpless minute she stayed humped forward, whining and whimpering like a beaten dog, feeling her pussy juices pour over her twat buried hands.

Then Cassiopeia jumped up, face hideously distorted by fury, mouth open, fangs extended and exposed.

Flare did not...could not even notice...

"Cassiopeia, NO!" Desiree commanded as fog began to swirl around her. Once she was satisfied that the vampire was obeying, the fog became ever more thick.

Flare managed, after a moment of horrible erotic 'pain', to raise her head and gawk, quivering and sweaty, wide and wet eyed, as the outline of 'Gem' in the billowing, encompassing cloud abruptly grew feet taller, her shoulders and hips widening dramatically. Then, as the ozone cloud dissipated as rapidly as it had formed, Flare could see what had to be an Aesir...Desiree!...glaring down on her with glowing red eyes!

"Des...er...eeee!" the Guild Elf tried to reply in her combat voice.

It came out in the frightened, high pitched voice of a terrified teenager.

Flare couldn't control her voice! She could barely control any part of her! She was so hot...aroused...horny! It was all she could do to NOT explode helplessly in the greatest orgasm of her existence! She could feel the pool of pussy juice accumulating under her on the ancient oaken floor wet her calves as it spread. Her hands were dripping with the stuff!

And she couldn't stop it!

She could think of nothing else. Shuddering and whimpering in awesome lust, all she wanted...NEEDED...was to be...

Nodding smugly, Desire stepped forward while looking at the somewhat calmed Cassiopeia, "Never trust an Elf, Cassiopeia," she said softly and calmly to aid in the vampire's developing serenity. She sagaciously stopped some four feet short of the whimpering, pussy juice peeing Guild Elf. "Especially Guild Elves!"

Then Desiree's glowing crimson eyes fixed on Flare's.

And she smiled down on the helpless Elf.

With all the evil in Lokin...

"You want this?" Desiree smirked while reaching for the front of her widely slit-sided skirt.

A honking, sweating Flare could only look to where on Desiree the Elf expected the...worse from the Aesir. Her face was a mask of sweaty fear as she feebly tried to shake her head in the negative.

Sweeping it dramatically aside, the Aesir roared in a wickedly soft voice that, to Flare and Cassiopeia, was as lustfully corrupting as a teenager's wet dream, "Is this what you need?!"

And her foot and a half of stony Loki Cock flipped up in a rigid, overarching blur.

It threw up and out a finger thick wormy strand of precum at least equal to the cock's breathtaking length.

"Ung!" Flare gasped as her womb jumped from just the...glowing...sight of that...Cock flipping up before her! It was like the unyielding, merciless organ had physically punched itself into her belly!

Quickly her arousal addled mind told her that that would be about how far that...delicious Cock would reach inside her!

Then that feet long coiled worm of flying precum slapped right across her face...

And Flare moaned, loud and long...

Right before the smug faces of Desiree and Cassiopeia!

Even worse, after the moan, and quite unconsciously, Flare's Elf long and skillful tongue flashed out and wiped her face clean of the funky goo. It tasted so...good she nearly drooled her sweet saliva down her chin!

Desiree, in her element with a consummately luscious Elf groveling at her feet in inescapable black magick sex enslavement, chuckled down on the 'torment by arousal' suffering Flare. "Not so tough now, is she Cassiopeia?"

The vampiric Elf was grinning even more broadly than her Mistress. She nodded silently in return as her right hand loosely stroked her jumping cock-like clit.

Desiree took a step forward, noticing how the Guild Elf's eyes rose, following her overarching Cock as it approached. "Want it, Elf? All you need to do is ask!"

Then the Aesir stroked her Elfbreaker and tons of wormy colloidal protein slid greasily out the slit at the tip to first hang and swing before the enthralled Flare's eyes, then fall to splat on the hard, ancient oak floor.

Flare's eyes followed every strand as it drooled out...

"Beg me, Elf-slut!" Desiree imperiously commanded. "Beg me to take you, to use you in the way you , now, most desire, and you will never again have to suffer this torment degrading you!"

Breaths deep and labored, jaw clenched tight in determination not to submit shamefully to her enemy, the Guild Elf managed to look up defiantly into the Aesir's still glowing eyes...

And stiffly shake her head...NO!

It was only one head shake, turning just an inch to the right, then jerking an inch back to her left, but Flare felt that much of her lost dignity had returned to her for just managing it.

It was the hardest thing she remembered ever doing in over a thousand years!

Desiree just frowned, which froze Flare's blood.

"So be it!" the Aesir barely whispered down at the still shuddering, sweating Guild Elf. Then those blast furnace-like eyes flashed!

"HSSSSSS!" Flare immediately gasped, then her eyes went oval and huge!

It was rising, unstoppable, from her loins! The pleasure built continuously, dramatically, surging up from between her legs more quickly than what was left of her willful mind could challenge or counter it!

Even though Flare 'knew' the wicked pleasure was coming from her brain...her mind, she experienced it as an out of control rise of sexual...orgasmic...rapture as she approached orgasm!

And, somehow, she 'knew' it couldn't be stopped!

Soon, very soon, she would no longer want it to be stopped!

Instantly she was panting, quickly sounding like a mule, her belly heaving in and out. All she could do was stare at the smirking Desiree's eyes as she climbed higher and higher and higher...

It was like when Gem would crawl under their field blanket to place herself between Flare's...eagerly...spread thighs. She would cup Flare's buns, and use them to raise her hips up to Gem's mouth.

To feed on Flare!

Unseen, Flare would feel Gem's awesomely talented and experienced mouth press against...press around...envelope her stiff little clit.

And suck...

Suck...

Suck...

Then the whip-like tongue that all Guild Elves had...for their most private of clit-work!

And Flare would climb higher, and higher, and higher until she was screaming Gem's name to the endless stars overhead, wasting her wails of orgasm to the blackened night sky, tear at the blanket beneath her with frantic claws and dig great pits in the rich, dark soil alongside.

And Gem would continue for what seemed hours. And Flare would eventually ask, pray to, plead, threaten and then piteously beg the Guild Elf between her wide spread legs to let her down from the wondrous, awful pleasure...

And Gem, her cheeks and chin dripping with the Guild Elf's pussy juice, would be merciless, cruel, brutal...Until Flare was hoarse, drenched with steams of sweat, crying like a little girl from the endless bliss her sucking mouth and whipping tongue forced upon the Elf through Flare's now red-raw clit...

Only when Gem...Commander Gem...was good and ready to release the utterly defeated Flare from her orgasmic rout, would the endlessly convulsing Flare be permitted to curl up into a clit-whipped fetal position.

And Gem would lay against her, spooning with the back of the shuddering, still orgasming Elf. And she would coo her love into a nearly unconscious, continuing to convulse Flare's ear, and reach around and tenderly cup and hold her sweaty and hot boob and refuse to pinch her pebble hard nipples (unlike Men!) And fall asleep tenderly holding her field partner, and sex-mate, and love.

And it would be hours before Flare's convulsions would die away and sleep would come to her...

And now those irresistible sensations, demanding, ordering Flare to explode in mind numbing orgasm, was surging up from her untouched clit...

And then it was there!

Flare closed her eyes and pursed her lips in a wet, round "OOOOOO!" as the wave surged over her impotent defenses and crashed omnipotently in her skull.

Jaws closing with teeth cracking finality, wet fists pounding on the front of her kneeling thighs, Flare's face screwed up into a squinting caricature of an Elf suffering the most outrageous pain.

Her willful mind dissolved under the flash of pure bliss...unadulterated pleasure of Desiree's induced orgasm spell.

"AAAAAAAAH!" the overwhelmed Guild Elf howled as her mindless body flexed madly, belly heaving, fists pounding an unyielding, unmoved ancient oak floor. For long, unremembered minutes Flare thrashed through the magickal orgasms, on her knees, head bobbing violently, throwing sweat all around her. Her howls of magnificent sexual defeat echoed off the walls as she thrashed humiliatingly before her Mistress...

Long, loud minutes later she was still kneeling, head down, gasping for air and still quivering from the aftershocks.

Desiree stepped forward, reaching down for the Guild Elf. "That was quite a performance! Now let me demonstrate what is so very different about this particular sex-battle spell and why is it worth the not small cost in magick to me!"

She gripped Flare by her still beautifully curled (naturally!), blond hair and hauled the howling Elf, painfully, to her feet.

But as soon as Desiree released Flare's hair, and the Guild Elf saw that Loki Cock rearing up into her face, her eyes, wide like an anime character's, locked on it! Her eyes started glowing in reflected god-light as she immediately reached out for it.

"OOOOOO!" the Elf cooed, oh so sweetly, as her hands tried to hold the monstrous prick!

Flare's tortured, wildly aroused mind screamed at herself not to reach-out, and especially not to coo, as that...awful...HUGE cock was presented to her! But her body, and the rest of her libido possessed mind just ignored her! With that spell, and forced orgasm, 'something' had changed inside her! 'Something' inside her had...changed...her priorities!

Furthermore...

Not only was she still as humiliatingly hot, still in outrageous panting need for a...HUGE...cock as she had been before this latest, spell induced awesome orgasm, but her 'attraction' to HUGE, magickal cocks, like Desiree's, felt heightened, even more compulsive than before Desiree had hauled her so painfully to her still orgasmic feet!

And...

That cock was so beautiful!

And it was so BIG!

She felt her pussy juice start trickling down her thighs...again!

Flare began panting...again!

"See?!" Desiree proudly said to a open mouth Cassiopeia. "See? All those orgasms had no effect upon her lust for my divine Cock! I have converted the 'Forced Orgasm' weapon cast into a spell...a permanent spell! Now this Guild trollop is cursed! She has a spell on her that makes her into the ultimate 'size queen!' Until I break the spell, she will be obsessed with obtaining...and relentlessly, endlessly servicing with her most well designed body...every demonic dick in Lokin, Divine or not, Human, Elf, or Dragon!

"All of her attention, desire, thoughts will be directed to obtaining, and accepting within her, every belly distorting penis...or anything that can act like a penis...in Lokin!

"She will go mad if I do not break the spell! And I will break the spell only when she tells me all she knows about this new Loki!"

Then Flare whined in her best little spoiled girl voice, "Fuck me! Please! I...I...NEED it!" She was wringing out Desiree's cock to beat the band. There was cups of tacky, stringy wadd running down her lush trunk. There were feet long worms of wadd swinging from her erect nipples and chin. Still she wouldn't...couldn't stop milking that Cock!

"How do you remove the spell?" Cassiopeia, openly jacking off her clit, gasped.

Desiree's smile broadened. She reached around the cock grabbing Elf and patted softly Flare's bulging left bun. "Their asses! It's what I learned from Gem! The one great weakness of the Guild...buttfuck! Loki must have been a seriously preoccupied ass-God! There is something...some part of their nervous system that, if you can reach it through their assholes, shorts out spells! But only really big organs can reach so far up them! Like Loki's..." She waved his dick now attached to Desiree into Cassiopeia's face before letting Flare wrench it back out of her hands.

Chuckling, the Aesir went on. "When I had Gem under me, the night before the Battle, and was stroking deep and hard, 'to the balls', into her fabulous ass...well, she could keep nothing from me! She told me, answered, eagerly mind you!, my every question! She could hold nothing back!"

Then the Aesir's face darkened. "And until she escaped...and I will exact revenge upon those who helped her!...she was so...cooperative! Nothing like having a half meter of cock up your ass to make an Elf cooperative in bed! Right?" Desiree looked over at a ruefully smiling Cassiopeia.

Cassiopeia had become very cooperative after Desiree porked her ass!

"Do you want me?" the Aesir said down to the cock grabbing Elf.

Flare couldn't take her adoring eyes off of that Cock! That irritating, ball tingling high pitched Mall Rat voice replied, "OOOO! Please! Yes! Please! Do me! Do me good and deep!"

Desiree's ass patting hand slipped into the Guild Elf's deep, dark asscrack.

Flare hissed when the fingertips probed her pink anus.

"Well, I'll give you want you want if you do two things for me!" Desiree replied, turning the panting, wildly aroused Elf to face the big, welcoming bed. On Flare's left, Desiree's fingers goosing her, the Aesir husked into her ear, "Two requests and you will get all you desire! Every inch of all you desire! First,"

And Cassiopeia stepped up to Flare's right, her clit throbbing from her self-abuse.

"-let Cassiopeia into you, too"

Flare tore her vision from the Cock still clutched in her hands and looked at the friendly, for once!, smiling face of the vampire. Then Flare's eyes dropped to the...HUGE...clit jutting out from the Wood Elf.

No helping or stopping it, Flare moaned in wild heat.

Desiree smiled. "Good! It is indeed fortunate that the former Loki gave you Elves two openings for His...Our...Cocks! I promise you that you will never forget this fuck!"

"And...the second?" Flare said, frowning as she looked back at Desiree. Then her eyes dropped back down to that HUGE prick clutched in her hand.

"You tell me all you know about this...new...Loki..." Then she drove her middle finger to the second knuckle into Flare's clinging asshole.

Another wild hiss as the Elf jumped up onto her toes, then, shaking her head rapidly, she whined, "No! I cannot!"

Desiree and Cassiopeia each took a cock/clit grasping arm and began to lead a notably unresisting...physically unresisting...Flare towards the bed.

"No! I...I...I...will not tell you! You cannot make me! Do what you want to me...I won't tell!" the Guild Elf, wild eyes fixed on the approaching bed (and her doom!) while pissing lubricating juices to the floor, cried out with alternating babbles and yells as she walked, without either a struggle or more than a purely verbal protest, almost meekly to the sexually threatening bed.

At the bed, Desiree pulled her finger out of the Guild Elf's tight puckered backside. Stepping behind Flare, she took the Elf's right arm from the Wood Elf and held her upright by her pulled back arms. Then, with an evil grin, Desiree looked down to admire Flare's deep cracked bubblebutt while slowly humping her hips forward.

Accompanied by a ragged hiss and shudder from the Guild Elf, the Aesir's fiendishly broad and obscenely sloppy, precum drooling cockhead slipped smoothly between the Elf's jutting buttocks, then immediately proceeded to drool tons of greasy, odorous precum down into Flare's Styrigian deep and dark asscrack.

"Get on the bed, on your back," the Aesir told the now leering, now panting Wood Elf.

Cassiopeia, grinning like the Cheshire Cat, immediately complied. On her back, she took her monstrous clit in her hand and directed it straight up over her hips until it seemed, to a gawking Flare, to stick up almost to her face.

To a wide eyed, hoarsely panting Flare, Cassiopeia's towering clit seemed to jut up till it was just under her chin! The Guild Elf continued to helplessly pant as Desiree finished lubricating her asscrack with greasy precum.

Then Desiree's awesomely strong hands reached under her ass and gripped the back of her wet thighs. Like she weighed nothing, Desiree hauled Flare up until her big butt and dripping pussy was the lowest part of the Elf as she sat in the Aesir's arms.

As Flare gawked down at the Wood Elf's excited, grinning face, Desiree easily spread the Guild Elf's thighs wide apart.

Now Flare could look down between her wide spread thighs and see her fate!

Impaled on Cassiopeia's HUGE clit!

"No! You can't! I won't!" Flare wailed as the Aesir lowered the screeching, but otherwise not physically resisting at all Flare down upon the divinely sized clit.

"Ah!" cried Flare immediately upon the tip parting her soaked, floppy labia. The pleasure that shot through her, just having her labia touched by the tip of that clit! It was heavenly!

Then the Guild Elf fell silent, her face screwed up in unwanted but quite irresistible sex-pleasure as Desire easily hauled her around the prick hard and tapered clit-tip, looking for an entrance for it...her entrance! All too easily finding the spasming, dripping opening, Desiree didn't hesitate but lowered a futilely whining Flare over and around it.

The...iron bar hard, nearly foot and a half long clit started to enter.

Flare gave out with a ragged gasp when the clit tip, entering her, lodged tight in her pussy opening. Flare gnawed on her lower lip as Desiree let her sit a moment upon the prick-like pole...it was so startlingly...pleasant!

Cassiopeia stared up at the hovering Guild Elf, her eyes wide in delight in the delicious heat of Elf pussy...Flare's especially wet and hot pussy...just beginning to swallow up her clit!

"No! Please!" Flare husked in not nearly as loud or frantic a voice as earlier. Continuing to ignore the defeated Guild Elf, Desiree ruthlessly, mercilessly,...and, yes, easily...lowered Flare until the dramatically flaring tip of Cassiopeia's cock-like clit tip entered the Elf's literally dripping pussy opening.

The Wood Elf below gasped loudly with the snug, molten heat of Flare's plugged puss around the tip of her clit.

It felt so good! No wonder...MEN...tried so hard to fuck us!

Instantly upon Cassiopeia's penetration of Guild Elf twat Flare's verbal protests ended. A count later she moaned, no helping it, as her pussy tube was spread open, suddenly and dramatically, by that surprisingly fat, projecting clit. As she started to drop, Flare still attempted to continue her protest, if not just for her own pride as a warrior, but now even her voice had but a distinct, unmistakable moan of rising pleasure to it, no longer the abrasive, much louder tone, "No! You can't! OOOOH!" She began to panic as Desiree showed no sign of stopping her impalement, "Ah! OH! OOO! It's so...HUGE! Stop! Please! I...I can't...won't...NO! Don't do this to me! OOOOOOO! Fuck!"

With the Guild Elf's last utterance, Desiree let go entirely.

Flare howled a futile last cry as she dropped, her pussy willingly and easily spreading far apart for the omnipotently erect and heartbreakingly wide clit. Flare's flat feminine belly swallowed up the awesome clit fully and totally before her big buns came to rest upon Cassiopeia's hips.

Flare belched when she landed upon the Wood Elf's loins.

Cassiopeia moaned deliciously as Flare dutifully swallowed her up into blast furnace hot, swampy wet, Guild Elf belly.

Immediately after settling around the huge clit, and just as willingly as it had parted for Flare's free falling twat, Flare's feminine tube constricted around the just swallowed phallus.

"OOOOOOO!" Flare cooed as she squirmed in utterly thoughtless delight upon the sex spike spearing her womanhood.

"OOOOOOO!" went Cassiopeia, writhing in her own sexual agony as Flare's magnificent womanhood first swallowed her clit without any difficulty whatsoever, then encompassed her clit in the grasp of typically Guild Elf 's merciless, Man enslaving velvety hot liquid pussy tube. The Wood Elf thrashed under the fully seated Guild Elf, tearing at the bed clothes, tossing her head rapidly back and forth mindlessly as she experienced, for the first time, the ball draining pleasure of being swallowed up in a female's aroused and eagerly cum-sucking belly.

Flare squirmed as she sat on Cassiopeia's girl-dong, a baseball sized bulge appearing just above her navel. She had a knee on each side of the Wood Elf's waist, and unconsciously rotated and ground her impaled hips down upon the sex-pleasure overwhelmed vampire writhing helpless beneath her.

Now there were no more protests from the Guild Elf...

"Ready to talk now, Elf?" Desiree tormented, running her hands under Flare's wet armpits to cup and cruelly pinch her pebbly nipples.

Flare gasped raggedly, then shook her head, tightly.

"Good!" Desiree said into a squirming Flare's ear. "I was hoping you would resist me! Makes the pleasure all the greater...of breaking you...to fuck the information out of you! I learned that from Gem...when I broke her...in this same bed!"

Flare hissed in sudden shock, and then anger, but could do nothing else as Desiree pushed firmly between her shoulder blades and the Guild Elf obligingly bent over until her lips met those of the still writhing Cassiopeia. Instantly they kissed, open mouthed, hot and wetly, like Elves should and do when they meet other Elves for sex. As Desiree arranged Flare's bubblebutt so it was tilted up, exposing her pink backdoor, making sure there was adequate lubrication, the two Elves swapped spit and tongue-fought in each other's hot, cinnamon-laced mouths.

Straddling Cassiopeia's straight, pressed together legs, Desiree easily pressed the impossibly broad tip of her Loki fist-sized glans exactly into Flare's, by all appearances virginal, anus.

With first contact of Aesir cockhead and her back pore Flare began to squirm, yelling in panic into Cassiopeia's mouth, suddenly trying to escape her doom: Sandwich fucked between two monstrous and inhuman demons.

But the vampire reacted to Flare's squirming resistance both immediately and forcefully by gripping the Guild Elf by her perfect and full tits, holding her down...in place.

And keeping Flare's bubblebutt offered up for Desiree's use!

Desiree grabbed an arm that Flare had sent back to claw her exposed hip and, twisting it cruelly, bent it back behind the Guild Elf's back until the Flare screamed again into Cassiopeia's open, tongue fighting mouth. Desiree grinned, "No more of that, Elf-cunt! You ARE going to take it! And enjoy it! This is what you were made for! Just like your 'Lady' Gem, you, too, will learn to enjoy...crave my Glory buried in your fat-ass tail!"

Then the Aesir pushed, with remarkable and considerate gentleness, against the Guild Elf's clenched back pore.

Flare now whined into the Wood Elf's mouth, but did nothing else, as her pore immediately began to dilate.

Oh, it feels so much like M'Lord Roger's prickhead at my anus! Flare wailed to herself as she felt her traitorous body almost instinctively prepare itself to service her God's Cock! It did feel so much like when Lord Roger bent me over that log and...

She so much wanted to relax and open herself for his use...but she shouldn't...couldn't let herself!

But now, for this monster, her body was reacting quite otherwise!

To Desiree's near shock, after just starting to force the Guild Elf's anus, the pore simply dilated open! The Elf's sphincter abruptly relaxed and then easily dilated under the spreading pressure of Desiree's tapered cockhead to admit the Aesir's entire monstrously wide glans crown in one syrupy gulp!

Flare squealed into Cassiopeia's mouth, tears of abject humiliation forming in her tightly closed eyes from the...pleasure of accepting that monstrous glans in her most private of openings!

"Damn!" Desiree cried out as she watched, wide and white eyed, as her outrageously sized glans slipped into the Elf's seemingly tiny anus with quite unnatural ease! But then the heat and form-fitting tightness of Flare's staggeringly talented rectum seized her.

"AAAH!" cried the now painfully wincing Aesir as the searing mugginess and dramatic clutching of the Guild Elf's butt tube around and over her cockhead swept her with wicked, spewgasm inducing pleasure. For a long moment she stayed perfectly still, arched over the quivering, double penetrated Guild Elf. She felt if she moved her glans any further in that deliciously tight girl tube, she'd explode!

Suddenly, she knew what it was like for a young Man slipping for the first time into his new virginal wife during their Honeymoon!

No wonder virgins were held in such high regard by Men!

Desiree fought with herself, barely successfully, to not drain her balls immediately into this delightful Elf's milking butt!

Flare and Cassiopeia parted, noisily extracting their tongues from each other's throats. Flare then, with surprising strength, wrenched her arm from a preoccupied Desiree's grasp and, reaching back again, seized the Aesir by her bare hip. Flare's talons sank home.

Desiree gasped from the delightful pain of Flare's grip.

"Don't!" Flare gasped while looking over her shoulder at the Aesir arched over her plugged butt. "Don't you dare! I do not want this! You have no right to force yourself..." she lied. Far in her head, most of her consciousness was quite mindlessly mentally writhing in bliss for what Desiree was obviously offering...buttfuck! But she still had to resist! Her Guild Elf discipline demanded at least that!

Desiree silenced her by flexing her mighty organ and her cockhead nearly popped back out.

And Flare wailed from the renewed dilation of her anus and nearly collapsed down upon the Wood Elf beneath her.

The Aesir looked down at the Wood Elf beneath Flare. "Spread her for me!" Desiree commanded.

With a curt nod Cassiopeia reached around the still Flare and sank her claws into her full, meaty buttocks. Then she hauled those buns apart until the Guild Elf squeaked from the spreading of her tissues between them.

Glaring down, Desiree smiled, then, planting her hands onto the mattress on each side of Cassiopeia at the level of both Elves' shoulders, she pushed her wide hips forward.

Flare wailed and Desiree winced as Flare's claws dug into her forward moving hips. And Desiree's half meter of meat slid slowly, gradually, relentlessly into Guild Elf back pore, in spite of Flare's best efforts to stop her. As Flare howled herself hoarse, Desiree ruthlessly sank into Guild Elf rectum, bulling aside the walls of her guts, filling the defeated Elf with Aesir Cock.

And Cassiopeia, already buried in Flare, suddenly dropped her jaw and nearly rolled her eyes up as Desiree got about halfway up Flare's ass-tube. Subsequently, the farther Desiree went, and the more Flare wailed, the closer to orgasm Cassiopeia looked...and got.

Flare rapidly went into crisis. That beast mounting...riding her impaled butt with that divinely HUGE prick was soooooo goooood! It felt just like...too much like...M'Lord Roger when he used to, too long ago, drape her, bubblebutt obscenely displayed upward, over a convenient log and then buttfuck her brainless! It was beginning to feel much too much like that!

Her scrambled mind, in near delightful feminine panic from such insane penetration, wailed silently at her: The magnificent Aesir was so deep! And her divine dick felt soooooo gooooooood sinking into her!

Whether Flare wanted it or not!

With Desiree relentlessly nearing the three quarters, fourteen gut dislocating inches, of colon depth Flare, belly swelling ominously, finally could not withstand the awesome filling of her abdomen and, with a final cry of futile, impotent resistance, gave of the ghost and collapsed into a warm, sexy lump upon the shuddering Wood Elf beneath her.

At that very moment Cassiopeia's eyes did roll up and she took up Flare's Elven howling as delicious orgasmic bliss seized her. Convulsing, frantically and instinctively humping vigorously up into the wondrously hot and tight pussy of the Elf laying upon her, the Wood Elf mindlessly paid off, with an ecstatic and grateful expression on her beaming face, for the pleasure filled Aesir above her.

Sweating from the exertion of NOT cuming into the Guild Elf, Desiree watched bemused as Cassiopeia exploded beneath them. She could feel the Wood Elf's clit jumping and pulsing against the bottom of her own, nearly ass swallowed, prick. They must have taken up all the possible empty space in the Guild Elf's gut! They must be pressing together and every surge of her Cock was stroking Cassiopeia's clit...stroking it to orgasm!

She was fucking both females under her!

Desiree smiled down at the shuddering, pinned Wood Elf with an evil countenance.

Then she flexed her nearly buried meat and both Elves barked like trained dogs and squirmed under her. With renewed power the Aesir reached under Flare's armpits and filled her hands with her ample handfuls of lush, perfect tits. Then, without further warning or delay, she pulled the Guild Elf down towards her cock with the grip she had on the Elf's tits while, as powerfully as she could, thrusting her meat up Elf's wide open and defenseless colon.

As she powerfully sank home, grinding Flare's two organ stuffed tubes together far upside her, the Wood Elf whined and thrashed beneath them as the velvety wet heat of Flare's grasping pussy and the firm, heavy power of Desiree's omnipotent Loki Cock provided the friction to sandpaper the entire length of metaphysically enlarged Wood Elf clit into almost painful machine-gun orgasms. Cassiopeia was helpless, out of control, fucked before Desiree could get two additional inches into Flare.

But Desiree kept going...

And, just before the Aesir's smooth, powerful and wide hips pressed into Flare's gloriously bulging, magnificently padded backside meatloaves, the Guild Elf's startled head flew up as she shrieked a sharply cut off and brief, "NO!"

It was Desiree's turn to cry out, then, as every inch of Guild Elf stuffed with her Loki Cock clamped down on her meat with bone crushing power! From the way Cassiopeia, no longer coherent, increased the volume of her squeals and groans of overwhelming orgasm, Desiree's pleasure seized mind could only surmise that Flare's pussy was doing the same to Wood Elf clit!

Once again Desiree fought with herself to prevent instinctive, steamrolling spewgasm. As she panted wildly upon the Elf, her cock jumping in warning of premature orgasm, she saw the Guild Elf's eyes illuminate the wall on the far side of her bed with Elf characteristic, orgasm induced, 'searchlight' eyes!

At least someone was getting off! She gasped to herself as she fought to regain control of her dangerously over-stimulated cock.

Flare couldn't control it! As the wicked, evil Aesir held her still and thrust up her sensitive butt, she could feel her next orgasm rise from deep within her cock/clit stuffed hips! It was like before, only it wasn't a spell creating the sensation! That horrid, awesome...evil Cock forced her...MADE her cum by reaching way, way, up inside her to that 'spot', 'ganglia' Hermione had once told her, that Guild Elves only talk to other Guild Elves about...

Only Loki's, thousand of years ago...and Sir Roger's Cock when she was draped over a log, had ever reached that far inside her.

It had almost made her fall in love with him and leave Lady Gem!

Almost!

And now Desiree...

It was a Guild Elf's worse fear...greatest nightmare...to be fucked in the ass with a cock that could reach that...'spot'!

It was Loki who cursed the Guild, actually, to some degree, all Elves in Lokin, with that 'spot' way, way up inside them. He wanted to be able to control, dominate, defeat any Guild Elf, no matter what denizen of the Evil Lands had done to her.

It was the greatest weakness of the Guild.

Their greatest fear...

No one...No Guild Elf...could resist a creature with a cock long and thick and powerful enough to reach that 'spot'! It didn't matter who, Mammal, Reptile, or Dark Lord, striking that spot with their 'organ' would enslave any Elf...reduce them to will lacking playthings...fuck their minds better than any drug...much better than Drow poison to force out whatever they were holding back in their crippled minds...

And Desiree could reach that 'spot'!

Easily!

The bliss rushed up from the base of her spine, where the spot was located, faster than Desiree's spell had before. Almost instantaneously Flare felt her head fly up, a wild, giddy, almost happy sensation surging through her as the massive, irresistible, wondrous orgasm exploded between her ears and her bulging eyes flew open, shooting beams of orgasmic light to illuminate the far wall.

Then...nothing...nothing but the sweetest, strongest, most rewarding, most 'pleasing' sensation an Elf could feel.

And the most addictive bliss an Elf, especially a highly disciplined Guild Elf, could receive.

It was a delicious, most desirable, most terrifying. and most dangerous experience a Guild Elf could have.

And Desiree could force it upon her!

On the steep mountainside path, Gem and Swiftsword and the other three Guild Elves with them immediately froze with the chihuahua-like howl from above. They were above where they had found Chrysoberyl's rent clothes and dropped sword, proving that the Elf had, indeed, been taken.

Roger, without the reflexes of Guild Elves, took another step before he could stop. Nonetheless the forced, strained, near hysterical scream froze his blood.

Swiftsword gasped, quietly, to Lady Gem alongside her, "Chrysoberyl! It's My Lady!"

Gem merely nodded, fatalistically. Ever since Roger had magickally teleported them to where Swiftsword had left her Commander, she had been constantly working on keeping Swiftsword dry eyed and calm. She didn't need a hysterical lover betraying their presence, especially with TWO Dark Lords above them!

But they WERE raping her lover into sex-slavery! Gem also reminded herself. So we shouldn't shrink from our mission!

She looked at Roger, one step above the Elves on the steep slope of the mountainside. He wore soft, specially made boots now, with a pull over, loose long sleeve shirt to go with his tight, bulging codpiece converted Guild Elf tights.

He looked kind of dashing, she had to admit to herself.

For a Male God!

Then she added that she certainly hoped he was a God or she'd be howling like Chrysoberyl by nightfall!

He nodded, uncertainly, down to her. She immediately replied with her own nod, a more certain one.

She saw the relief on his face.

She knew they were close, even without the orgasmic howl. Maybe fifty feet higher...there will be a ledge or other flat area...no doubt ringed by boulders or a wall with numerous wide gaps in it...

Dark Lords didn't like to be surprised when out of their castles! She smiled to herself. The Guild had a reputation for ambushing Dark Lords when they were out of their magick and wall protected castles!

They started up again, with Lord Roger making as much noise as all the Guild Elves combined behind him.

But, she had to admit, not that much noise...considering he was, after all, a Male!

They came up behind one of the massive boulders that ringed the Dark Lord encampment...

A quick reconnoiter and Gem started issuing orders, silently of course: Swiftsword and two others thru the gap on the right, make for Chrysoberyl...free her! Gem and the other Elf thru the gap on the left...make right for the Dark Lords...get to them before they can get to their broadswords! Lord Roger to the left, next to the next boulder on the left in case the Dark Lords make a run for it...they would have to go in that direction to escape the Guild charge...

Ready?

Roger nodded, trying to remember the spell for the shield.

"Ready, buddy?" came Loki Help.

"I'm...not sure! Never done this before!" came Roger nervously back.

"Just remember the spells! Nothing to it! Don't forget, you are outside Alfheim, technically. That means the more spells you cast, the greater the entropy and the faster it will accumulate! Be careful!"

"Sure. No problem!" Roger said to Loki Help as he carefully moved out.

Roger saw, when he slipped by the gap on the boulder's left, the two...huge Dark Lords in their enveloping robes...one behind a little squealing, naked figure on her hands and knees, the other sitting before her, smirking down on her as he rubbed his dick all over her little face. But they were so preoccupied with the Elf that they didn't notice him.

As soon as he was in position he looked back at Gem, who nodded confidently back.

"Okay! This is it!" he told himself.

"Let's go, hero! Time's a-wastin'" came back Loki Help in his best Davy Crockett drawl.

" Aegis Veneficus !" he yelled.

Instantly a semi-transparent dome formed overhead, its edges flush with the boulders forming the circumference of the campsite. Then Roger heard the high pitched war cries of the Guild Elves!

Havoc's eyes widened abruptly in alarm when the shield abruptly formed overhead. Immediately afterward he first heard, then saw, the Guild Elves charging!

Since he was in the process of cuming again, dumping yet another load of coagulated Elf face-icing all over...his Elf's eagerly cum lapping and cocksucking face, it was downright unfair of those Elves to attack now!

He was about to cum!

Then he saw his 'friend', Bedlam, dashing for the only exit that wasn't occupied by blood thirsty Guild Elves, his wet dork bobbing wildly out his robes! "You bastard!" Havoc roared at his departing 'friend'!

Bedlam, without looking back, simply flashed him the finger and slipped through the shimmering shield.

Throwing off the ball clutching, cum dripping cocksucker, Havoc rose hastily and, therefore, clumsily to face his attackers. The first one that closed with him he pointed at and cast a horniness spell.

He would have a new set of Guild Elf pussy to use tonight!

All to himself!

Except...Nothing happened!

"Damn!" he gasped, looking up at the shield, "Magick shield!" he simply said as the first Elf reached him, swinging her nasty looking sword at his dick! "Who could have done that?" he gasped to himself as he flipped his surprisingly dexterous, huge pole up out of the Elf's blade's path.

Roger peeked around the boulder that he had told himself, repeatedly, he was NOT hiding behind just in time to see Gem be the first to reach the Dark Lord who had been getting blown by the Elf they had come to rescue. Roger had to admit, watching Gem charging that guy who was easily twice as tall as she and a good three or four times as massive, that the Guild Elf was in her element: Charging overwhelming opposition in impossible odds and loving it!

The Dark Lord's Cock barely escaped her first stroke, flipping up suddenly at the very last moment.

But then Gem reversed her grip and swung back, only this time she was looking for his low hanging, and huge balls!

The Dark Lord couldn't do anything to protect himself this time! He was leaning forward after flexing his prick up to avoid her first stroke, so he couldn't jump back.

That Dark Lord was fucked, Roger told himself.

Gem opened her mouth to cry her triumph.

But she hadn't had time to completely rotate her sword in her hand, so she struck the Dark Lord's right nut with the flat of the blade instead of the edge.

Roger still winced when he heard the miserable howl of very masculine pain as Gem's blade slapped off that melon sized cum maker!

But then his cock, which had peaked at the top of its arch and was dropping down, just as the cockhead leveled even with Gem's triumphant face as her blade struck Dark Lord nut. Instantly with his howl of testicular agony, his near horizontal prick exploded with a massive spurt of spooge right into Gem's face and open mouth! It was a monumental gush of reproductive protein! In one continuous spurt it filled Gem's open mouth to overflowing and then spewed across the rest of her face, flooding her right eye socket, covering both nostrils of her little, pointed nose, and jetting up completely along the edge of her long, right ear!

Roger had never seen such a gooey blast! And directly into Gem's face!

Momentarily Roger wished he had done that!

Then Roger saw something out of her peripheral vision to his left...

Turning, Roger faced the other Dark Lord!

"Quick! The bonding spell!" roared Loki Help.

"I can't remember it!" Roger shot back. The excitement was interfering with his recall! He couldn't remember the damn spell!

"I thought you had memorized it!"

"So did I!" Roger finished.

Then he saw the Dark Lord raise his right arm.

"Oh shit!" Loki Help gasped.

"Oh shit!" Roger gasped when he saw the Dark Lord point at him with the index finger of his raised arm.

"Do something!" Loki Help gasped.

Then a bolt of brilliantly white lightning flashed from that finger.

With apparently superhuman reflexes Roger stepped to his right. But not enough...

The bolt hit him square in the left shoulder...

Horrible fire and pain seized him. Pain like a pinched nerve, only along his entire left side seared him. Except for the excruciating pain, everything on that side went numb. It was all he could do not to collapse into a screaming ball of agony.

"'Pain Paralyzing spell'!" Loki Help finally recognized it.

"Thanks!" Roger gasped back, nearly doubling over with the pain. He never went through so much pain back on Earth, even when he broke his shoulder as a teenager.

He didn't know how long it lasted, but it couldn't have been too long for the Dark Lord didn't send another bolt before Roger could stand somewhat upright and open his eyes to see around him normally.

"Good thing you dodged it. It would have stopped your heart and deflated your lungs if it had hit you straight on." Loki Help continued analyzing.

"So good to know that! Now, any suggestions on how to reply?"

Silence.

Oh, fine! Roger told himself when he could finally focus on the Dark Lord again. He was standing where he had cast the first spell, grinning and laughing his ass off.

Suddenly, from where Roger could not guess, anger rose within him! Watching that Golem laughing away at him did something to some part of him, way, way down deep. Now, without his wanting it, anger...fury...rose like bile.

Roger suddenly saw red...literally! His eyes abruptly glowed fiery red!

The Dark Lord stopped laughing!

Roger's mind, the part he had been storing spells in, now, completely unexpectantly, was going like mad! All of a sudden he was seeing spells, all kind of spells, flashing before his mind's eye! With split second decision making he was looking at one, reject it out of hand, then looking at another. He was going through hundreds of spells in mere seconds!

He hadn't realized that he had memorized so many!

Then he told himself that he hadn't...

He felt the spell he was going to use. Before he saw it, he knew what it would be. It seemed to be getting closer...

"Wait!" Loki Help yelled.

"There it is!" Roger exclaimed in a mental roar, seizing the spell before he even read it! Some other part of his mind told him he had been looking at spells for a grand total of five seconds after his eyes went red!

"No! Wait! You shouldn't..." Loki Help continued, sounding ever more frantic.

The pain now was limited to his left shoulder, neck and ribs. It hurt like hell, but at least the area in pain was diminishing.

"Do you really want to use that one?" Loki Help tried a different tack.

"Hell, yes!" The pain in his shoulder constantly reminded Roger where he wanted...was going to...send this rocky bastard!

Two more seconds had went by...

Roger saw a suddenly fearful Dark Lord start to raise his right arm again!

Roger read the cast, and his mouth (his real one) smiled...evilly!

"NO! Entropy! You're too far away from the Source! Entropy!" now screamed Loki Help.

Roger raised his eyes to the Dark Lord some twenty feet away. His arm had hardly raised at all...

Another two seconds had passed.

The Dark Lord's arm continued to rise.

Roger just smiled...evilly!

He waited...deliberately...for two more seconds, which felt like an eternity to Roger, till the Dark Lord's arm was completely raised to horizontal. His index finger was already extended!

"Good!" roared Roger.

"Don't use that cast! Too much entropy! I'm warning you!" Loki Help screamed in his head.

"Be quiet!" Roger roared back.

Then, another voice...a HUGE voice from deep in Roger's mind/head, roared, "YES! SHUT UP!"

Loki Help suddenly went silent.

In a blur, Roger's own right arm flew up, his index finger extended. A good second before the Dark Lord could have cast, Roger roared in a voice that could have come from an ancient dragon...or God upon a mountaintop, "Relego Commoveo Defendo!"

"Oh, shit!" he suddenly heard Loki Help gasp.

A flash of brilliant light, but only at the end of Roger's finger, resulted. Then, a split second later another equally brilliant flash of light...in the middle of the Dark Lord's chest! Then the huge figure was flying, backwards, at an extremely high rate of speed! Back first, arms and legs trailing behind, all the Dark Lord could do was howl as he flew away in a blurred straight line...

Right towards a towering mountain peak some miles away!

He smashed into the side of the peak, his back appearing to sink a good foot into the iron rich rock. Then, with large parts of the peak falling down the mountainside around him, the groaning Dark Lord slid straight down with the shards of the mountain, and out of sight!

Roger estimated it took the Dark Lord all of two seconds to travel the approximate two miles to that peak!

"Wow!" Roger gasped, looking at his index finger, expecting smoke to come from it like from a six shooter in a Western.

"Wow!" Loki Help added.

"Well done!" came the deep, booming voice from inside his head. "I knew you could do it!"

Roger stared in shock at the empty place where the Dark Lord had been.

His shoulder no longer hurt!

Then a wave of bitter, bone chilling cold swept him.

"Damn!" he gasped, hugging himself. The wind wasn't that cold or brusque!

"Entropy!" came Loki Help. "I warned you!"

"No you didn't!" Roger argued.

"Yes I did! You just were not listening! Now you will! The cold is the effect of the entropy your last cast generated! It was way too powerful for what you needed! It used way too much magick, and you are outside of Alfheim!"

"Its so cold!"

"It's the affect of the entropy. It will pass." Loki Help went on. "But not before you've suffered..."

"Who was that other voice?" Roger shivered, moving across the shield into the campsite. The cold diminished a little bit.

"That, I believe, is another Avatar of Loki. Probably planted in your head by the Brisingamen...just for situations like this one!"

"Smart! It was who actually picked out the cast I used."

"Figures! Loki was one to overdo things when he was pissed. Say, your eyes back to normal?"

"I guess."

"You really got off just then! Nothing like getting hit with a life threatening bolt of black magick to get a God real angry! Real Dark Lord temper you have! Just like Loki! Remember it. It can come in handy...occasionally!"

Roger nodded.

"Now go help the Elves..."

Roger straightened up with a start. He had forgotten about Gem and the other Dark Lord!

He rounded the boulder just in time to see one of Gem's Elves chip flint and sparks off the second Dark Lord's bare ass as he ran full tilt through a gap in the boulders on his way, naked, limp dick flopping between his churning legs, hopefully back to Jotunheim.

As the Guild Elf roared her triumph like a chipmunk, the naked Dark Lord, without looking back, rapidly disappeared into the mountains.

Then Roger looked to see Gem, on her butt, eyes wide open but glassy, shuddering like she was very, very cold!

He rushed to her.

When he knelt alongside her, she slowly turned her head and, after a moment of blank staring, smiled up at him.

Her face was clean of the spooge the Dark Lord had shot into it.

"Did you...swallow all of that cum?" Roger asked her.

Still smiling, Gem nodded. "Habit." was all she said. Then, with a jerk of her head, she looked more quickly towards the other Guild Elves.

They were gathered around Chrysoberyl, who was in Swiftsword's arms. Swiftsword was trying to cover her love with the Dark Lord's robe. But Chrysoberyl was trying, mightily, to go after the Dark Lord! So mightily that two other Guild Elves had to help hold her down!

As they moved towards the scene, Roger couldn't help but notice how...unsteady Gem walked.

And how wet her pants were!

He remembered Hermione once telling him: "Swallowing Dark Lord cum can do that to a girl...er...Elf!"

Swiftsword was again in tears and a flushed, lusciously naked Chrysoberyl continued to wildly struggle to get free...to go after the Dark Lord!

"My Lord!" Swiftsword sniffled. "She is possessed! Possessed by Dark Lord semen!"

Roger looked at Gem, who stared at the writhing Chrysoberyl.

"Please! You can cure her! I'll do anything you ask of me! Anything! You must cure her!"

Roger almost said "How?", but then remembered how, on the way to the Temple of the Brisingamen, he had cured other Elves of black magick spells and demon semen. Including, once, Gem!

"You want me to...ah...have intercourse with..."

"I want you to buttfuck My Lady Chrysoberyl!" Swiftsword interrupted. "Fuck the spell out of her!"

The other Elves, except for Gem, nodded in solemn agreement.

Roger was floored...

"We must leave here!" Another Elf spoke. "Is that not so, My Lady!" she looked, as did everyone else, at a blank eyed Gem.

With a start Gem came back to the present, and nodded. Sounding almost like the Gem he knew before they came here, she took over. "Yes! No telling what other Dark Lord...forces are around! Orcs, maybe more Dark Lords!" She stopped a count, thinking. "There is a base camp, with mounts, just over the horizon in Alfheim. No Dark Lords will dare cross the border, now. That will give us time to 'cure' Lady Chrysoberyl before we get to Asgard, so as to not embarrass Swiftsword's Lady..."

Swiftsword, struggling to hold her love down, nodded her head slowly in thanks.

"Ah, you mean..." Roger interrupted.

"Yes, I mean, Lord Roger, you must do your duty and fuck the Dark Lord poisons out of Lady Chrysoberyl!"

Roger desperately fought down the urge to grin. Roger caught Gem's eyes a second. Telepathically he tried to add, "And fuck the Dark Lord semen out of you, too, Gem, eh?"

Even though he wasn't telepathic, Gem turned away, blushing, as if she had heard him loud and clear!

"Oh! Baby!" Desiree gasped, pressing her face between the right shoulder and neck of the conquered Elf as Flare's guts gripped her in orgasmic fervor. She kissed, licked, then bit Flare's sweet neck, tasting her cinnamon, feeling the blood pounding through her.

It almost made her wish she were a vampire...

Her buried cock was jumping madly, now, Flare's instinctive milking of her bone gradually, relentlessly driving her to orgasm. It was obvious to the Aesir that she wouldn't...couldn't withstand such talented, perfect ass cocksucking for long. She had better get Flare's information before she lost control.

Like Flare had done!

Desiree began mauling those firm, tight tits in her hands, gathering herself to begin truly fucking this dreamy, sexy, hungry baby. She first rotated her buried prick, fearing the friction of actually thrusting back into Flare's dangerous colon.

Flare whined oh so sweetly, sexily, and submissively! It was almost as if she had been made to be dominated sexually!

Then Desiree smiled when she realized that the sweet Elf WAS designed just for that!

The Aesir then experimentally flexed her meat, making the head jump far up Flare's guts.

Flare squealed, then her head fell. As it fell, very softly and quickly, the Guild Elf finally breathlessly gasped the words of treason to her all-conquering enemy: "Fuck me, Mistress!"

Desiree closed her eyes in triumphant pleasure. "I will!" she said down to the back of Flare's head as she slowly, carefully, withdrew her cock a few inches.

As if in cooperation, Flare's colon abruptly relaxed its cum inducing tightness.

After pulling back some six inches, Desiree hesitated. Panting openly, just like Flare, in fact nearly in time with the Guild Elf, she gathered herself for the stroke back in. She had to withstand the friction! She had to 'fuck' this sex-warrior to get the information out of her she needed! There would always be time afterward to satisfy herself! To stroke, foot long and belly bulging deep, as deep and fast as she wanted...needed...to generate her reward...a ball draining, firehose spewing unloading into this magnificent Guild Elf's ass!

Carefully, slowly, the Aesir thrust back in.

The colon stayed open and loose, the friction, while most pleasurable, quite manageable. She slowly, almost gently pressed into Flare's 'spot' this time.

Flare whined and her bubblebutt squirmed as her 'spot' was...stroked.

Desiree, gathering confidence, pulled back and slipped back in immediately, sliding a little faster.

Flare sighed when Desiree's cockhead just grazed her 'spot'.

Desiree commended herself. If she didn't stroke completely in, where her hips compressed the Elf's meaty buns into distorted large meat pastries, she could just graze that spot! Yes, that would do the trick!

The Aesir pulled back more quickly, then thrust in much more quickly, and Flare whined in a disappointing kind of way when Desiree deliberately cut her thrust off short. Just short of Flare's 'spot', that is!

And Desiree began stroking, fast and just deep enough...almost all the way in...

And Flare's claws started clutching the bed clothes and her irritating little "Mall Rat" whine started up.

Just what Desiree wanted to hear!

Flare quickly went nuts. Desiree's cock felt soooo goood sliding in and out of her, spreading her guts and bulging her belly! But she wasn't going DEEP enough! Just a little deeper and she would hit directly her 'spot'!

Rapidly losing patience, the Guild Elf began thrusting her pierced butt up as Desiree drove down...

At first the tactic brought the delicious pleasure back to Desiree's ass fucking pumps! For a couple of strokes Flare cooed aloud as the pleasure she so desperately craved returned.

Then Desiree adjusted her stroke depth to, again, deprive the Elf of the addictive contact with her 'spot'!

Flare wanted to beg the horse hung Aesir to drive deeper!

"Oh, fuck me!" Flare suddenly moaned as Desiree pushed her humping hips back down to the mattress. "Please! You are so good, Desiree! Go deeper! You can! I can tell...you have allot more to give me! Please? Oh...Mistress...please fuck me?"

Desiree was ecstatic! It was working! Now to get what she wanted! Then the little Elf bitch will get hers!

In time with her strokes, Desiree husked, gasping, into Flare's long, pointed ear. "Then tell...gasp!...me about...this new Loki!"

Flare stiffened slightly. Then she shook her head and gasped back, "I...I cannot! I cannot tell...you!"

"Then why should I fuck you?" Desiree roared down at the Elf. "I can fuck any Elf here, and in their asses, as deeply as I want! If you will not show your appreciation to me by telling me some harmless things about our new Loki, I'll..." And Desiree began pulling back.

With a bark-like shriek Flare jerked, then threw her right hand back to grab Desiree's half removed prick by its shaft. "No! Don't stop! You are so good...way up inside me! Please! Please don't stop fucking me!" She began jacking the nearly nine inches of cock outside her widely, massively penetrated butt. "Please!?"

Desiree couldn't help but smirk down at the frantically jacking, and pleading Guild Elf. "Then, you must tell me everything...and I mean everything!...about this new Loki! If you withhold anything, I'll pull out and you can go looking for a dragon's cock to relieve yourself on!"

"Yes! Yes! I'll talk! I'll talk! Please?" she whined like a teenybopper.

"Good! That's better!" Desiree replied. She slapped the Elf's jacking hand away, and then sank back in...almost all the way in.

Flare groaned like a cheap whore through the entire girl gut filling plunge.

Desiree immediately started up her stroke of before, the stroke where she just barely touched that 'spot' up the Elf's butt.

Flare began squirming as her spot started to 'itch' from the grazing contact.

"Now, tell me all you know about this...Loki I saw when I first took you! And don't leave anything out or I will pull out of you!"

Squirming in utter penetration delight, forced to hover just on the edge of mind dissolving anal orgasm, Flare immediately began: "His name is Roger...Sir or M'Lord Roger, and a Mrs. Hobson sent him here...OH! Please! A little deeper? Please?"

A smart smack on her right bum silenced her. "You'll get what you deserve when you have earned it, Guild slut! Now, back on task!" Just for good measure the Aesir gave the Elf a little deeper, much sharper plunge the next stroke.

"OOOOO! Yes, Mistress, Yes! I'll talk! This Mrs. Hobson gave him a...Oh!...copy of Loki's Cock and sent him here! He was looking for his...wife, which you supposedly kidnapped..."

"I did! She is here, now!"

Flare hesitated, giving Desiree's stroking cock a quick, and pleasurable squeeze. When she spoke again, the Guild Elf's voice had a lower, more...sinister tone to it, "She is? Here?"

"Yes! She wants to take him back to Earth! She insists she is his...legal...wife and can take him away from here...from the Guild...from you!" She felt the Elf's colon close a little more around her smoothly stroking meat.

Desiree could hardly keep from laughing. "Do you want to...meet her? I can arrange that!"

Flare's voice was now down into the deep...dangerous tonal range, "Yes, I do! I would like that!"

"Then tell me everything and I'll arrange a meeting...a private meeting...maybe a match between you and her? One of those special Guild Elf sex-wrestling matches?"

With a totally evil, snake-like hiss, Flare began telling the Aesir everything...

Desiree was pounding away now, and the Guild Elf was squealing with every other word. The 'slap' of Aesir hips against wet, full Guild Elf asscheeks was deafening.

Flare had told her everything, alright. Right up till the time that Roger was supposed to fuck the Princess. But she knew nothing about him once he was supposed to have become Loki!

But, as Flare neared the end of her 'report', Desiree had, none-the-less, complied with the Guild Elf's increasingly desperate pleas to increase the speed, power, and, above all, the depth of her strokes...

Now she was furiously fucking into the lush butt of the Elf, enjoying her shrieks of penetrated bliss and feeling her long delayed but well earned spewgasm rising.

Flare was incoherent now, convulsing as Desiree's massive cock crushed her 'spot' with every half meter deep stroke into her. And Desiree's balls burned with the seed too long denied its release...

The Aesir smugly recalled Flare's last words, immediately after Desiree had started her full and furious, ass splitting, gut crushing strokes and before her voice drifted off into mumbles and squeals, "I love you, Mistress! Yes, fuck me deep...good and deep! I love you! I love your cock, Mistress! Don't stop! Don't ever stop! Squeal!"

Desiree rode Flare's svelte back, hands full of the Elf's magnificent tits, using that boob grip to aid her massive, buttock distending, hand clap-like sounding, buttfuck. Flare was back to thrusting her ass up into the Aesir's powerful down-thrusts, maximizing the force and depth of their sexual collisions.

Making sure her 'spot' was crushed by her Mistress' cock with every violent, rapid thrust!

The Guild Elf was now on automatic, her mind no longer functional except in the quest for ever deeper plunges into her completely offered up and open asshole. The overwhelming orgasms had started some minutes ago, and the Elf had no intention...no ability as long as Desiree rode her back...of stopping them or her fuck.

Desiree was just as enslaved to their fuck, concentrating on nothing but driving her jerking, ready to spew prick as far and hard into that Elf's tail as she could!

The pleasure built steadily, rapidly as the Aesir dominated the ass-broken Guild Elf. Flare was completely cooperative and docile, dedicated, it seemed, to nothing else but getting butt fucked as deep and hard as she could!

"Good Elf!" Desiree gasped out into Flare's ear. "You are one good fuck, Elf! Get ready, I'm going to cum pretty soon! I want you to enjoy it!"

The Aesir wasn't certain, but she thought she saw the Guild Elf's head nod.

Then Flare's entire colon clamped down on her entire, madly plunging cock!

"AAAAAAH!" howled the Aesir as the wet-hot velvety friction encompassed her unstoppable organ. Like sandpaper Flare's guts buffed and sucked with almost painful sensation. Desiree swore Flare was...sucking on her cock, from base to cockhead, as it surged through the constricted girl tube!

Desiree couldn't resist such talented and effective cocksucking! No one could!

Increasing the speed of her ass-pounding while shortening the stroke, Desiree rapidly rose to the monstrous bliss she was entitled to...

And Flare expertly forced her...

With a massive, squeal inducing spurt, Desiree buried her cock completely into the Guild Elf and erupted.

Flare squealed, and kept on sucking.

And Desiree spewed again, a good cup of wadd, right up Flare's cock milking colon.

Then Flare's guts began to growl. And the growling increased in volume as Desiree continued to helplessly spew.

"Oh, Baby!" An out of control Aesir gasped into Flare's pointed ear. "You are so good! I can't stop! So Loki-damn good! I love you, you talented Guild Elf! You're draining me! Have mercy! AAAAAH! Fuck, you're too good, you Guild Elf Bitch! AAAAAH!"

For seeming hours it went on:

"AH!"

Spurt!

"SQUEAL!"

Growl!

Wincing with each ferocious convulsion of her cock sucking, rumbling belly, Flare still managed, amongst the echoing growls of her guts and the howls of her 'conqueror' spewing into her, to smile...

It was a smile of triumph...maybe a little triumph!

But a triumph!

It was enough...for now...

Especially considering you had a foot and a half of arm thick demon cock spewing quarts of demonchowder directly into your convulsing colon!

It was enough...for NOW...