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.

31. Roger Learns Through Experience that It

The prairie was empty save for endless acres of grass, forming flowing, sigmoid-shaped waves of brilliant green in response to the continuous, vividly vigorous, always cool and sometimes downright cold, wind roaring down from the mountains some miles distant to the North. The 'breeze' was substantially stronger than a tropical offshore wind at sunset, swift and continuous enough to remove hats from heads and tip over signs not securely tied down (if there had been such Earth borne apparel in Lokin!).

In short, a typical breeze at the windward side of the foothills of a major, Rocky Mountains dimensioned, mountain range bordering the North of Alfheim and Jotunheim.

Here, out in the apparent middle of virtually limitless low, almost flat, rolling hills sat a fenceless corral containing, on its North end, a sturdily built wooden stable, hardly eight feet tall but nearly ten times that wide.

There, alongside the Western wall, all of twenty feet in length, seven brilliant but brief flashes of light, precisely simultaneous, flared and died in no more than a second. Seven figures were left upon the deaths of the brief, but effective, challengers to the beginning to set sun.

Roger looked around him, impressed with his, seemingly 'easy', success at casting his little 'war-party' miles from the mountains to this placid plain.

Then the wind hit him.

"Damn!" he gasped, wrapping his arms around his chest. That wind went right through you!

Then, just to compound matters, the entropy 'effect' added its two cents worth.

He saw the Elves react to the ceaseless wind, their nipples instantly jutting though their hardly chest (especially Guild Elf chest!) enclosing vests.

Gem...Lady Gem...standing just before him, suddenly, as if she possessed practical knowledge of the plains learned long before (which she, of course, had!), almost frantically signaled with her right arm that everyone should move around the corner of the stable into the corral. The Guild Elves immediately complied, holding their, ample in Roger's humble judgement, chests in their bare arms in instinctive parroting of Roger.

Roger stood there, watching the Elves go by, making sure all complied. He even counted heads, not certain every Elf had been cast here with the others. He then watched Lady Chrysoberyl, still naked and still struggling mightily against Swiftsword and two other Elves, still desperate to get back to those Dark Lords and their huge, fulfilling cocks, stagger by. The Elves had a most difficult time getting her around that corner.

Then Roger saw Gem, standing at the corner of the stable, counting heads too, no doubt. Then she looked at him, the only member of the party left too stupid to come in from the cold wind. He was startled for her eyes were dull, their usual sparkle and alertness gone. Naturally his eyes dropped to her inadequately covered tits, and he saw that her breath was in a definite pant, and the large patch of wetness seen back at the Dark Lord camp was still vividly obvious in her pants...

Right over her pussy!

Roger could see her cameltoe clearly and perfectly outlined in those soaked pants!

When he looked back up, with an obvious guilty face at being caught, yet once more, leering at her, Gem wasn't even frowning! Even though she, doubtlessly, had caught him openly gawking at her twat, she showed none of the old anger at Roger's leering at her, or her Elves!

She just signaled him, with a little smile even, to come in out of the cold breeze.

Roger obeyed, remembering the multiple mouthfuls of Dark Lord Spooge she had just swallowed not an hour ago. Was she going the way of Chrysoberyl?

The stable completely blocked the constant wind, making the expansive corral calm and even warming. Except for his still ringing, ice cold left shoulder, the coldness plaguing him vanished with the wind.

Inside the corral the ever efficient and disciplined Guild Elves were in a flurry of activity. One was in the process of lighting a Guild Elf typically huge bonfire, while another could be seen gathering water from a fast running, crystal clear and, no doubt, ice cold brook that just happened to have a sweeping bend that ran just inside the wind break by the far end of the corral.

Then Roger saw the log, on the other-side of the soon to be ignited bonfire, on the East side of the corral. It was a good twenty feet long, some three feet in width, and was perfectly smooth without a hint of knots or branch stubs sticking out.

Just like in every other Guild Elf campsite, Roger smirked, leering inwardly, remembering a pair of perfect firm and plump cheeks of a Guild Elf drapped over just such a log, bubblebuns thrust up into his enrapt face, oh so long ago and far, far away!

He turned to his left and saw the horses. Again, typical Guild mounts:

Towering (especially to an Elf!), heads just clearing the ceiling, smooth haired Clydesdales, dwarfing their riders at the shoulder and flank.

And, of course, very, very male! They must have smelled the elves, for their tentacle long pricks were already out and extended, ready to 'serve' the new arrivals!

When he glanced to his right he saw Gem standing there...staring wide eyed at those mounts!

Then she sighed!

With a visible jerk of her head, Gem turned to Roger, "The poor things are...lonely! Haven't been 'milked' in awhile!"

Roger lecherously grinned, no helping it, "'Blue balls', eh? You ARE going to...relieve their 'tensions'?"

A little, crooked smile was on her face when she looked back this time! "Only when...our...chores are finished!"

Gem turned when another Elf came rushing out of the stable. Roger saw it was Swiftsword, tears still coursing down her adorable pink cheeks.

"M'Lady!" she nearly squealed. "Please! Chyrsoberyl is so...agitated! She suffers so!"

Then the thoroughly distraught Elf turned on Roger. "Please, M'Lord! Help her! I will forever be in your debt! I will do anything you ask of me, if you will perform this boon! My Lady Chysoberyl is suffering so! You can help her! Please!"

He turned helplessly to Gem, who looked back with a broad smile. "You know what to do! I thought you would look forward to...degrading another spooge-drunk Guild Elf Commander! You will enjoy it, I am certain!"

"Before all the elves?" Roger whispered.

"Yes, M'Lord!" Swiftsword gasped. "I would be honored to watch you cure My Lady of her curse! Please?" She bowed to him, bending over enough to give a (of course!) leering Roger the benefit of seeing her impressively big melons sway to and fro.

Seeing him gawking at her babyfeeders (like it was an accident, right?!), Swiftsword suddenly drew her knife! Before Roger could stiffen in shock, she slid the blade up under the leather bindings of her own vest and, with one powerful and experienced slash, cut through them all!

She watched the poor man/god impotently gawk as her vest parted, revealing most of her jugs to the helplessly enthralled Man.

And they were a pair! he told himself in ultimate confirmation of his past fantasies about this Elf finally disrobed.

Then, "What a rack!" came from somewhere deep in his brain as Roger continued to stare, silently begging for a brief gust of cold mountain air to cause that ball-teasing vest to finally fall off the Elf's shoulders!

Roger had a brief image pop into his mind: Like this Swiftsword looked like a miniature Raquel Welch in some Hollywood-Mexican Western with her blouse 'carelessly' unbuttoned down to her navel! The entire inner half of her way bigger than Flare's and almost as big as Thora's jugs were exposed, very nearly stretching across her sternum to touch one another as the vest limply parted. Under the vest the bellies of those Elf-feeders slipped down, demonstrating that she wasn't as firm and perfectly conical as Flare or Gem. But, then again, how could such relatively massive Elf-udders be?

But, still, the inner edge of her vest caught on those dramatically swollen and pebble-stiff nipples, so Roger only got a glance at the inner edge of her bright pink aureoles. He realized that she really was showing him just about 60%, at best, of her boob-mass! Which meant that nearly half of her 'charms' were still coyly hidden from his view!

Suddenly a boob staring Roger, desperately fighting down the natural urge to grin at Swiftsword's talented and magnificent unveiling of her assets, felt...something! An emotion, seemingly rising from his very balls themselves, it was distinctively male, very much Manly, and demandingly, compulsively lustful! Wickedly hot, and, to Roger's Earthborne-trained libido, embarrassingly aggressive, the sensation seemed to come from somewhere...or someone...else besides his own, by now, well inhibited libido!

It was someone...else's libido, rising from his subconscious depths to claim its right to control, temporarily, Roger's abruptly over-stimulated sex-drive!

Even if he wanted to stop it, he instinctively knew he...couldn't!

Within five seconds he no longer wanted to stop it!

As his mind boiled over with, as if his libido were 'drunk', compulsive lustful aggression for...delicious Guild Elf flesh, his overwhelmed self-consciousness, always in the past normally and naturally inhibited towards any audacious, impulsive sexual aggression towards females, expert killers or not, yelled to him: This must be Loki's avatar!

Was this Loki's...sex avatar, taking over his mind?

Was this the way Loki was with HIS Elves thousands of years ago?

Then 'it' exploded into ahead ringing voice sounding as if it was coming from Mount Olympus or the original Asgard! "Fuckin' A! And why not? It is HIS Lokin, after all! And he's going to use YOUR dick on these babies, so relax and enjoy she show!"

Then Roger recognized the lately rare appearance of a much calmer, and much more tranquil, Loki Help: "Just go along for the ride! It's got to be more fun than slamming Dark Lords into mountains!"

Then Loki Help was silent and gone...

Staring at Swiftsword's...impressive feminine chestfruit, her willingness to display them to him, and, without a doubt, her desperate pleas for him to help her Commander, was just adding gasoline to the aggressive male fire out of control in his head...or balls!

'Someone' was talking to him, from within his skull, and he was certain, now, that it wasn't Loki Help! "Doesn't it feel...great to be so...potent and be alone with a corral full of fuck-bunnies at your beck and call? Hot and horny and WILLING Elves just dying to serve under you! Just thrust your divine manhood into this Elf's face and watch her grow happy!

"You, my friend, are large (literally!) and in charge!

"Take advantage of the moment! Seize it! Make your Elves happy! Just look at that rack she is offering...to you! What would Loki do?"

Roger briefly thought the voice, and the lusty aggression rising within him, had to be from that other avatar, the one who saved his ass back at the Dark Lord camp.

But those thoughts were only momentary for, relentlessly, as he leered at Swiftsword's nearly uncovered melons, the rising lust continued to build. The aggression, the regularly repressed (back on Earth) craving to just reach out and grab a boob of one of Janey's more stacked girlfriends, to really find out just how much of the young tease's tits actually filled out that sweater, overwhelmed his 'better judgement'.

Good ol' fashioned uninhibited Male lust seized him!

He realized that he was totally, and to a dangerous (for back on a very PC Earth) degree, relentlessly as well as supernaturally worked up to a fever pitch of masculine sexual desire, nearly instantly!

Impulsively on the surface of the action, though the desire was quite well planned out within his head, Roger, almost calmly, just reached out and cupped Swiftsword's left boob!

He tensed, expecting a reflexive slap across the face, or a knee in his nuts from Gem!

But...nothing!

That is excepting the sweet, utterly agreeable little 'coo' Swiftsword immediately gave him when he hefted her...impressive babyfeeding mass in his greedy hand!

So, with no blows being delivered, he concentrated on his groping for another minute!

Holding that Elf tit was heavenly! More pear shaped than what Guild Elf tit had seemed before (in his experience), it was still firm, warm, smooth. It was just a little more pear shaped than Flare's or...Gem's!

He looked with a jerk at the Guild Elf Commander standing alongside him. She was NOT smiling!

But she wasn't actually frowning at him in anger, either! Kind of just staring...

At Roger's jumping codpiece!

He looked back at Swiftsword, whose boob he still pawed, though gently. She had the sweetest little smile on her face! Their eyes locked and Roger's boob groping hand moved faster. He became lost in those eyes...

Then swiftsword reached out and grabbed his codpiece!

His partially erect cock jumped mightily in her cock-clutching hand!

"Oh, M'Lord!" Swiftsword breathlessly panted, breaking their eye-lock to look, wide and round eyed, at what she had seized in her strong, but dwarfed hand. "You are rising to the occasion!"

When his erecting, barely restrained cock again jumped powerfully in her hand, Swiftsword hissed and then dropped to her knees, wide-eyed in awe and wonder, like a freshman coed holding and facing her first male organ, aroused...rock hard and LONG in wondrous passion...because and for her! With a sweet, little moan, she leaned forward and passionately kissed his substantially bigger bulge!

His rapidly filling cock nearly ripped through his pants!

Then, from his right, came a soft, almost hoarse, "Let me help!" It was a grinning Gem talking as she took his ready to rend tights by the waist with her two hands and, abruptly, yanked them down to mid thigh!

His Cock flipped up, furiously erect and seemingly longer than ever before!

Since the accurate perception of an inch or two of added length when you were already half a meter long was problematical, Roger just stared down at the upturned, rapturous face of Swiftsword as she beheld her Lady Chrysoberyl's 'cure'!

"OOOOOOOOO!" he heard, and then watched, as an abruptly glowing eyed Swiftsword enthusiastically, and loudly, cooed up at the arm thick cock arched over her angelic face!

"Ung!" went Gem on his right, as if she had been punched in the stomach. When Roger took a quick glance at her, her eyes were glowing, and fixed, unblinking, on his meat. Her mouth was open, her breathing shallow and rapid. Her nipples seemed to be an inch long, and ready to burst through her vest.

Then he heard a suddenly worshipful Swiftsword, "OOO! My Lord!"

Looking back down, seeing those freed udders sway stiffly as she reached up, Roger grinned, all too lecherously, as the delicious Elf wrapped her hands around...or, more accurately, tried to wrap her hands around!...Roger's vividly pulsing pole. Milking him, once, up along his entire length from root to bulbous glans while pressing her thumbs up against the tube-like belly of his cock, she pumped out a continuous, foot long, Mount Blanc fountain pen thick worm of jellied precum. The farther she stroked up him, the more pure white protein slid greasily out his tip until, when her hands were stopped by the flared crown of his cockhead, over a foot of cum hung and gently swayed from his meat.

Swiftsword, kneeling completely under his towering cock, tilted her broadly grinning face straight up and then opened her mouth...wide!

She looked like a baby bird begging its parent for a worm!

And she got one! With a quick, and expert, flick of one cockhead clutching hand, she broke the cum-worm free of Roger's prick and the entire foot plus long reproductive nightcrawler disappeared into her ravenous, wide open maw!

The wanton, stacked Elf closed her eyes in obvious delight...and then swallowed. When she opened those eyes again and he saw that 'look' communicating perfectly and silently to him the pure, flawlessly accurate face of a new young wife on honeymoon, kneeling before her new overarching Lord and Master, silently proclaiming her virginal intentions with "I'm-going-to-get-on-my-knees-and-suck-my-breakfast-out-of-you!" bedroom eyes, Roger lost it.

Actually whomever, or whatever, was responsible for instilling the outrageous lust surging through him at that moment...drove him over the edge.

His left hand gripped Swiftsword by the back of her curly blond head and pulled. He intended on driving his entire cock down her throat...

Simultaneously his right hand spontaneously, and quite without asking nor receiving any form of license, gripped the first firm and jutting asscheek on Gem that it ran across. It was her left.

Gem gasped and nearly popped up on her toes as his...powerful...hand gripped, with absolutely no hesitancy, her rotund, yet rock hard bun.

Then Swiftsword began to cry out as Roger tried to force her head around his prick. Planting her palms against the top of his bare thighs, she pushed back frantically. She just managed to slip out of his grip. "M'Lord! First My Lady Chrysoberyl! You can do what you want to me after that! Please! Help My Lady first!"

Gem leaned in. "Yes, My Lord...er...Sir Roger!" She whispered into his ear, her eyes constantly dropping to take in his wildly jumping prick drooling all over Swiftsword's face. "You are needed to save Chrysoberyl." The Guild Elf Commander dropped her right hand down between his legs to start fondling his swollen, hot, stuffed nuts...quite expertly! "You can have any, or all of us, if you wish, after you cure Swiftsword's Lady! It is your duty!"

Roger turned his head to Gem in a blur. Looking down at her face, groping her bubblebutt freely and powerfully, his eggs jumping in her long nailed grip, he panted, a smile forming on his face.

Gem looked up from his drooling cock and gasped, "Roger! Your eyes! Their glowing red, just like a...Dark Lord!"

He quickly looked around. "I don't notice anything!" he growled. Then he looked back at Gem. "It looks like I have some 'mercy fucking' to do before I can make it with you! Let's go!" Impulsively he slipped his ass grabbing hand down inside the back of Gem's tights and plunged it into her deep, hot, sweaty crack.

"No!" Gem gasped, wiggling her plump ass as his hand plunged ever deeper between her cheeks. "I didn't mean me when I said...woo! woo!" Her eyes popped open and she squealed loudly enough for the whole camp to hear as she suddenly popped up on her toes.

Roger had found her backdoor!

Sinking nearly his entire middle finger up her clenching butt, he started for the stable, stepping over the groveling Swiftsword, still on her knees. "Lets go! I've got a full schedule of Guild Elves to fuck, and I want to make sure to 'cure' you, too, tonight!"

Gasping and shaking her head silently and impotently, the feebly protesting Gem, still on her tip toes, walked with him into the stable. A beaming, lusciously happy Swiftsword followed, licking Roger's cum off her ecstatic face.

She was no longer crying...

Lady Miriam slowly regained consciousness to the rhythmic groans and deep, forced whines of another Elf, probably a Guild Elf, piercing her ears. Eyes closed, she tried to recall what had happened to put her here...wherever 'here' was!

Her last intact and clear memories were...

On her belly, her face pressed into soft, cool grass lining the rift at the Jotunheim Pass, while a...cursed Loki Kai buried his obscenely HUGE prick into her...into her guts!

Through her ass!

Her last coherent memory was the literally mind destroying orgasm that wracked her body and crushed her will. Orgasms that no Guild Elf...no Elf at all could withstand, ignore, resist...

...Then staggering through the rift in the Pass, towards Desiree's Castle, held upright by two god-hung, freely groping Loki-Kai while, all around her, the gagging and squeals of her sisters servicing their all-conquering masters rung in her long, pointed ears...

...On the stone stairs no doubt leading to the dungeons, surrounded by curved walls of massive stone blocks, illuminated by just two torches...she...eagerly...serving between her Loki-Kai 'escorts'...Suspended between them, stuffed to the gills with their towering, massive, female hole rending cocks, bouncing squealing and wailing...and cuming for them...

...On her knees on a dirt floor at the bottom of the stairs, dripping with sheets of coagulated Loki-Kai cum, tongue flashing across her face like a windshield wiper, scooping wadd into her mouth while her hands jerked both huge pricks in a blur, making them spew, over and over, into her slime-gobbling, bliss-filled face...

Now she sensed that she hung by her arms, against no doubt a stone dungeon wall. She was spread eagled, legs spread wide but on the dirt floor. She could hear the manacles around her wrists and feel them around her ankles...

Another long, strained moan opened her eyes...

She was in a dungeon, spread eagled against a wall. No doubt under Desiree's Castle. The two torches hardly illuminated the four stone walls.

The next moan gave away the other prisoner, across the room, arms chained to the ceiling near the far wall. Miriam strained to recognize the Elf-like figure.

Slowly she made out her sweaty skin reflecting the minimal light from the torches. The Elf was, of course, beautiful, with a flat, shiny belly, jutting, conical handfuls for tits...But also quite muscular...

Then she saw a bulge, not large, about the size of a baseball, jut out from the middle of her formerly flat belly, just above her navel. It threw a shadow across the right side of the Elf's belly, looking vivid in the torchlight.

As it expanded she heard that straining, forced moan.

She couldn't see the Elf's face, but she had heard that voice before...

Then she saw a pair of hands reach around the Elf's ribs and grab those shiny tits. Then the bulge disappeared...

She could hear another voice, but it was too soft for her to make out what she was saying.

But she made out the strained, hoarse answer from the shackled Elf whose head was still buried in shadow, "No! I won't!"

Immediately the bulge reappeared, looking even more projecting, casting an even longer shadow. The accompanying moan was proportionally even louder, more strained.

Suddenly Miriam recognized the voice that went with that body! Stryker! Of course! She would...could never forget that voice! Especially after that night, near the end of Spring Maneuvers...by the stream...they had a 'friendly' match...a private sex bout...just for laughs...Stryker defeated her so thoroughly, so completely, her legs could hardly support her when she staggered back to her bedroll!

That Stryker!

"Stop!" Stryker gasped, her head falling forward into the dim torchlight, confirming her identity. "No more! Please!"

Now she heard the other voice of the...Elf behind her, "Tell me, Elf-slut, who is this...new Loki? Tell me, if you want to stay an Elf!"

Miriam could see Stryker stiffen as what appeared to be a Wood Elf kissed her on her neck, just under her left ear. Then the Wood Elf opened her mouth, wide...

And Miriam saw pearly white fangs in the dim torchlight...

She pressed her open mouth right against Stryker's neck and Stryker immediately wailed, "No! Please! Not that! Don't do it! Please!"

Miriam had never seen Stryker, the bravest of the Brave; the bravest of the Guild; this Stryker called 'the Elf-Breaker', so terrified...ever!

The Wood Elf pulled off the quivering buff Elf's neck, a smug smile on her face. "Then tell me about Him, Elf!" She reached around Stryker's chest again to cup her heaving breasts. Then she seized the Elf's already jutting, pebble-hard nipples and twisted them...slowly and cruelly.

"Ohhhhh!" the Guild Elf moaned, her head falling back into the shadows.

Miriam could see Stryker's spread thighs quiver as she hung before the smirking Wood Elf.

"Oh, Cassiopeia, don't...OOOOHHHH!" Stryker whined. Her flat belly, with those astonishing and sexily well defined abs,began to heave in and out as she began to pant...loudly.

Cassiopeia?! Miriam thought. One of Desiree's agents! So, this is Desiree's Castle! But what about those fangs?

Cassiopeia spoke into the shuddering Stryker's ear loud enough for Miriam to hear clearly, "Tell me, you Guild Slut! Tell me about this Roger...He fucked you, didn't he? He fucks all you Guild Dykes...it is natural for you to be His bottom, right?"

Biting her lower lip, Stryker nodded quickly.

Cassiopeia moved directly behind the hanging Guild Elf. She looked down between them for a count, then raised her head up to say into Stryker's ear, "Is He hung? Does he feel good in you? Does he fill you up?"

Eyes closed tightly, Stryker rapidly nodded again.

"Does He go deep?" Cassiopeia more loudly hissed into Stryker's ear. Loud enough for Miriam to hear clearly. "Does He go as deep as...THIS!"

With the "THIS!" Cassiopeia thrust her hips forward, hard against Stryker's meaty buttocks.

And Stryker's eyes flew open, her hips and lower belly jerked vividly, and she emitted an abrupt "Ugh!" as if she had been punched in the stomach. Then Miriam saw another fist sized knot bulge dramatically out of her midriff, throwing an even longer shadow across her waist.

Grinding her hips up against Stryker's compressed buns, Cassiopeia gripped the paralyzed Guild Elf by her hips.

Then, with a warbling moan, the bulge in her belly still there, Stryker raised her knees in a jerk until they were alongside her ribs!

Miriam gawked at what seemed to be buried in the Guild Elf's twat, now that her thighs were wide apart and raised. Was that a cock Cassiopeia had buried in Stryker? From the short length that still extended out of Stryker's stretched open pussy, Miriam estimated that the thing, whatever it was, was thick...very thick!

Stryker moaned pitifully as Cassiopeia ground the Elf's pierced hips down on her phallus.

Leaning into the raised leg, whimpering Guild Elf, Cassiopeia said more softly, yet still audibly to Miriam, "Ready to talk now, Elf?!" She reached around Stryker's waist and ran her hand over and around the inches high bulge...Cassiopeia's bulge...in the Guild Elf's belly. Moving the bulge right and left with her hand's external guidance, then up and down, she started Stryker's head tossing, fast and frantically.

"Oh! Don't do that! Please! OOOHHHH!" wailed Stryker as Cassiopeia grinned.

The bulge disappeared then. Stryker's sweaty head dropped forward, whimpers coming from her open, gasping mouth. She started to lower her legs...

"Oh no, my Dear Elf!" Cassiopeia remarked as she cupped the Elf's upturned legs by the back of her knees. Raising those knees back up until they were alongside Stryker's ribs once again, she pulled her hips back.

With a syrupy pop, and a dog-like yelp from Stryker, the phallus popped out of the Guild Elf's clasping, juice dripping pussy.

Miriam felt a thrilling surge go through the female organs housed deep in her belly when Cassiopeia slid that...thing between Stryker's floppy labia, unknowingly showing now gawking Guild Elf Commander every bit of its belly piercing length.

It was thick!

And long! Very long!

Too long, she feared, for Stryker...any Guild Elf...to resist if it was used properly! The only question was: Did Cassiopeia know how to use it properly?

A whimpering Stryker dutifully drenched Cassiopeia's clit with her flowing girl juices as it slid, hot and firm, between her drooling labia and over her furiously stiff little clit.

"You know," Cassiopeia added into the exhausted looking Elf's ear, "you have two holes that I can use! Let's see how deep I can get up your other one, shall we?"

"No," Stryker gasped, shaking her drooping head futilely, "No, fuck my pussy! Please! I want you to fuck my pussy, Cassiopeia! You wouldn't like my ass...I'll make it good for you! I'll squeeze you good! You can go as deep as you like...want! Please?!"

The vampire just laughed into her ear and, moving Stryker's hips forward while she drew her own back, she lined up her 'Desiree-esque' sized clit with the Guild Elf's frantically clenched asshole.

Miriam stared, wide eyed, as the buff Guild Elf, most uncharacteristically, whimpered as the broad tip of that...huge phallus began spreading her her backdoor.

Stryker's breath shuddered, as did her body, as her sphincter was spread...easily by the rigid tip of Cassiopeia's invincible, Elf violating clit.

"No!" Stryker gasped in a near whisper, in feeble, last minute resistance.

"Yes!" Cassiopeia roared while, simultaneously driving her hips upward into the Elf's plump asscheeks.

"EEEEEAAAAAH!" screamed the violated Stryker, her head flying up, eyes wide.

Miriam couldn't take her eyes off of the anally defeated Elf, as Cassiopeia drove her hips up into Guild Elf butt.

"Yea! Take it, Bitch!" Cassiopeia bellowed, grinding her hips once again against Guild Elf buns.

Miriam gasped when, as Wood Elf hips impacted upon Stryker's asscheeks, the still wild eyed Guild Elf's eyes suddenly lit up!

Then Stryker's glowing eyes rolled up as, with but a whimpering moan, her head fell back upon Cassiopeia's powerful shoulder.

"I believe I can get deep enough, don't you think, Bitch?" Cassiopeia smugly said.

"OOOHHH!" Stryker moaned, loud and long. Then, "It's sooo gooood!"

A smirking Cassiopeia began to flex her clit, like it was a massive, metaphysical cock, and Stryker squirmed in sharp jerks as the tip pressed deliciously into her 'spot'.

It only took a minute. Maybe not even that. But, in any case, it was inevitable...

Stryker broke. With a sudden wail, she began begging...

"Please! Don't stop! Do it! Deep inside me! Please? PLEASE! I'll do anything...I'll tell you everything! Please don't stop! I gotta have IT! AAAAHHHH!"

To Miriam, Cassiopeia's face was monstrous in its triumphant smirk. "Then tell me about this Roger! What does he have to do with a 'new' Loki! Talk or I will pull out!"

With the first movement towards withdrawal from her stuffed bowels, Stryker's eyes flew open. "Please! PLEASE! Oh don't pull out! I'll talk! I'll talk! He...he...is a Man...from Earth...looking for his wife...taken by Desiree...Ohhh! Don't stop! Fuck me! Fuck me deep! PLEASE!"

"Wife? What Wife? Does Desiree still have he?"

Stryker nodded rapidly. "I believe so...we all believe so...that's why we tried so hard to keep Roger from Desiree...we couldn't allow him to see his wife, or he'll try to rescue her and we would lose the next Loki!"

Cassiopeia nodded thoughtfully. Maybe she was that Human slut whose face she had been sitting on the past week! "What does she look like..." then she frowned and added a jab into Stryker's guts with her next words, "Talk! What does this bimbo look like!"

"Ai!" wailed Stryker, then words spilled out, "OH! A redhead, normal Human tits, big and droopy...a little bit...soft belly, not that much assmeat, wide hips...Ohhh!"

"And this Roger came for her?" Cassiopeia frowned further in confusion. Then her evil smile returned, "And you Guild Elves...'distracted' him with your big asses and predilection for cocksucking, right? You just had to get yourselves another Loki to serve under!"

Stryker nodded frantically.

Cassiopeia chuckled. "I'd bet his wife will appreciate your talents! I know of her! I've fucked her and she certainly is hetero...but, thanks to my 'training' she certainly knows how to suck a pussy! And she is pretty good in bed, for a Human! She just could attract some Earth-Male bum like this Roger!"

Stryker roared back, in image of her old self, "He is not a 'bum'! He is Loki! Gem told me that she got the Brisingamen from the Temple...and you didn't stop us! He must have gotten through the Drow caverns and used it to become Loki...and your evil Mistress Desiree didn't...couldn't stop Him then, either!"

Cassiopeia suddenly grew tired of Stryker's commentary on the history of the new Loki. "I will hold myself to our promise, Guild Slut!" then she pulled back out of Stryker's widely and obscenely stretched sphincter...about a foot...

Then, holding the pride-restored Guild Elf vulnerably up before her, she drove back in...hard.

"Ai!" Stryker wailed, her triumph shattered in one, foot deep plunge.

Without stopping, the vampire pulled back and again thrust up until her hips slapped against Stryker's shiny wet buns.

"Ai!" went the Guild Elf.

Then again...

"Ai!"

Cassiopeia began fucking up Stryker's stuffed ass, fast and hard...

And Stryker acknowledged each and every potent thrust as it crashed home, oh so far up her guts!

"Ai!"

"Ai!"

"Ai!"

"Ai!"

"Ai!"

Cassiopeia's buttfuck sounded like hands clapping as Wood Elf hip slapped into wet Guild Elf bubblebutt.

Stryker sounded like a chihuahua being whipped...

"Ai!"

"Ai!"

"Ai!"

"Ai!"

An awed Miriam watched as tears...tears of humiliation at Stryker's...quick and easy sexual subjugation to the Wood Elf's lewd skill, ran down the buff Guild Elf's cheeks. Her magnificently trained and developed body could not help her now! She no longer had control of it!

Cassiopeia's 'prick' did!

But, even as the humbling tears poured down those cherry cheeks, Stryker's grimacing face abruptly slackened, then almost immediately broke out into the biggest, most pleasure-filled smile as the Guild Elf continued to bark like a chihuahua in response to Cassiopeia's relentless, perfect 'spot' crushing attack.

"Ai!"

"Ai!"

"Ai!"

"Ai!"

"Ai!"

Then, abruptly, another voice broke the monotonous squealing...

"Stop it!" Miriam, fearful of going insane if their coupling continued any longer, finally could hold herself silent no more. "Oh, stop it! Have you no pride...no shame?! Stop tormenting her, she is helpless!"

Instantly the mad fucking stopped. Miriam saw those red, glowing eyes look right at her. Her blood suddenly ran cold.

Cassiopeia then smiled, showing long, white fangs!

Desperately the Guild Elf Field Commander fought to keep the near terror sweeping her from showing on her face.

Those red glowing eyes seemed to transfix her vision...

"Well!" came that voice, different from before...like a loud, consummately sensuous whisper, floating on the air like silk floating in a breeze, hot, sweet, evil, but in an exciting, arousing sort of way. "Our...guest is with us, at last!"

Stryker squirmed upon Cassiopeia's ass swallowed clit.

"And you are?..." the vampire added.

"M...Miriam..." Miriam managed to answer through a suddenly desert dry throat.

Cassiopeia's irritating, arrogant smirk widened. "Yessss!" she hissed, totally malevolent. "I remember now! The Guild Commander! Same as the so-called 'Lady' Gem! At least until I finished with her!"

Miriam suddenly swallowed. It echoed in the quiet, dark room.

Cassiopeia chuckled...sexily! "You just stay there, 'Commander'! I will finish with this Guild Elf and then show you how I like...dealing with Officers of the Guild!"

Then her eyes flashed and Miriam gasped raggedly.

Her blood was no longer cold...

Instantly she was panting as raw, belly melting, will stealing lust...NEED for penetration rose from her womanhood. It built in seconds, unstoppable, until she was loudly panting while hanging, spread-eagled against the wall, with sweat streaming down her forehead, between her heaving tits, down her quivering asscrack!

She winced when, as Cassiopeia started up her potent buttfuck of Stryker, the Guild Elf barked like a dog and, head tossing, gasped out to the dark ceiling manic praise for the rapist taking her: "Sooooo goooood! I love it, Cassiopeia! Don't stop, please! Never stop! I love your Cock, Cassiopeia! I love you! Make me cum! I'm going to cum! Please! I'll do anything! Fuck me!"

Miriam could feel her vaginal juices start trickling down the inside of her thighs as Stryker abruptly peaked, howling her bliss hysterically. Miriam jumped as the screams of orgasmic defeat echoed off the stone walls.

Cassiopeia, not breaking stride or stroke, roared in response, triumph in her red, glowing eyes as the Guild Elf thrashed and wailed through a massive, will crushing, body enslaving orgasm.

Then, right in the middle of butt-fucking Stryker into enslavement, Cassiopeia looked at Miriam over the fucked Stryker's left shoulder...right in her fearful eyes. Silently the vampire answered Miriam's unasked question: "See your fate, Elf-pussy? YOU ARE NEXT!"

Miriam shuddered as even more lusty sensations and emotions surged uncontrollably through her.

Wearing just her slit sided skirt, Desiree strode into her Throne Room with a smug, self-satisfied smile. Just behind her, directed by Desiree to follow by the chain in the Aesir's hand attached to the collar around her neck, was a very naked...and very sullen Flare. Desiree made immediately for her towering Throne, tugging on Flare's chain for her to follow.

Flare was miserable. She had submitted to this sexual beast last night! She had cum her brains out, once Desiree got into her traitorous body! She was EASY once Desiree had gotten into her butt! She had betrayed Lord Roger! She had failed her sisters! She hated her body, hated herself.

She was so...weak! So sexually weak!

Why does taking a steed dimensioned cock up her ass feel so...good?! It was only half a meter long? Why should that make a difference? Why does orgasming from being buttfucked by a Roger's arm long and thick prick make her such a...a...Bimbo! Even now, before all these Orcs and Elves around her Throne Room, she just knew she wouldn't be able to deny Desiree anything! All Desiree would have to do was sweep her skirt aside and shove her drooling Elfbreaker into her face...

Like she did this morning!

Desiree had done 'something' to her the other night! She had literally 'changed' Flare's mind! Done something seemingly permanent and...evil! She couldn't seem to shake it-and she certainly couldn't deny 'it'.

She could no longer deny Desiree!

Anything!

Flare had woken the next morning still in the position that Desiree had fucked her in, on her face, legs spread wide, her magnificent bubblebutt still propped up by a pillow under her hips, presented up for all to admire...and use.

She woke with red hot lava running down her asscrack and into her...now permanently wet...pussy. She remembered first thinking of how...good the slimy stuff felt running over her...tender (for very good reason!) anus and down into her heating up pussy.

With a gasp she raised her head in a jerk and, suddenly wide eyed, looked over her left shoulder...

There was Desiree, on her side next to her, suddenly, in Flare's eyes, incredibly, deliciously, magnificently naked. She was milking her massive, arm thick Loki Cock and the continuous strands of precum were being directed right down her crack!

"Good Morning, My Dear! Sleep well?" the smirking Aesir began, slapping her hot, hard, and very sloppy cockhead off Flare's firm, full, jumping buns.

"W...What are you doing? What happened...last night?" Flare began in a rush.

"Now! Now!" Desiree replied, milking her massive meat. "Last night? Well, I would like to remember that wonderful night as when You and I got to...'know' one another much, much better than ever before, now didn't we?"

Flare winced when the fresh, hot precum ran over her backdoor. Then Desiree brought her throbbing, drooling meat around to thrust it into her face!

As the Aesir's grin broadened, Flare stared. She couldn't do anything! Suddenly she couldn't talk...react...think of anything!

...Anything else but...

Desiree nearly laughed when Flare licked her ruby red lips...

Then she saw those oversized down-turned cones on Flare's teenaged perfect chest begin to heave.

The Guild Elf couldn't even take her eyes off of the drooling cockhead inches from her nose!

Then the Guild Elf, eyes fixed in utter fascination upon her glans, whined...real hungrily!

"Want it?" Desiree, caught up in the terribly arousing moment of watching Flare beg...for her Cock!...husked, low and torrid while milking her prick one more time. "I've got breakfast for you, right here!"

A pearly white glob of spooge appeared out of the slit. Then it began, with mind unsettling torpor, to drool down out of the slit until it formed a coiled worm of babystuff, swinging in a tight arc, as if teasing the completely Loki Cock absorbed Flare.

"Go on, take it! My gift!" Desiree added in a low, boiling voice. She was as...'absorbed' with the Guild Elf's reaction to having her eighteen inch long dick shoved into her face as Flare was gawking at her dick!

Another whining cry and Flare's tongue shot out, chameleon-like, and snagged the hanging, swinging rope of cum. In a flash she had drawn the end of the worm into her mouth, then, pursing her lips, she sucked the rest right out of Desiree's cock! With a loud, echoing 'gulp!', it was gone.

Suddenly, right after swallowing her cum, for all appearances with great bliss, Flare looked up at Desiree's face. Her eyes were wet, "What have you done to me?!" she gasped, on the verge of tears. "I...I can't resist...you! I can't...hate you!"

"Well, I am certainly pleased to hear that! There! There! Don't fret! You were not made to be a worrier, were you? Here..." And Desiree gripped Flare by her curly blond hair with her left hand and drew the beginning to struggle Elf's face towards her drooling, throbbing cockhead. "...suck this, and everything will be alright!"

"No!" Flare tried to gasp, but the strength of the Aesir was immense! Eyes wide and white, resisting with all her, admittedly inadequate, strength, Flare's face was brought to Desiree's gunky glans with no real difficulty.

The moan Flare loudly gave out when Desiree pressed her cockhead against Flare's wincing face was sincere, as well as immediate!

Desiree continued to smirk as she ran her cum leaking cock all over Flare's face, making sure she left wadd under her nose, so she could get a good smell!

Then, with the next sweep of her glans across Flare's tightly closed lips, the Elf immediately opened her mouth, saliva pouring out to immediately drip down her chin and throat, and, with a thoroughly slutty whine, engulfed Desiree's pudcap in one awesome gulp!

Desiree winced as the heat, the wet heat of an Elven cocksucker's mouth, gripped her! Damn! That was good! Once again the Guild showed their awesome talents at servicing divine dick.

Overwhelm by the wet heat of an Elf's oral grip, she released Flare's hair, then rolled upon her back.

Flare immediately, and without releasing that orally seized, fist sized cockhead, crawled quickly between the Aesir's wide spread thighs.

Then Flare went to it, bobbing her head up and down furiously while jerking Desiree's unswallowed shaft with both hands until they turned to blurs.

Desiree moaned, in sincere pleasure, as her head dropped back to the bed. She had never realized how good those damned Guild Elves could suck a cock!

Suck the brass off a doorknob!

They suck like Hoovers!

And they swallow! They always swallow!

Snorting and gagging loudly and nastily, Flare bobbed her head in fully foot long plunges, engulfing noisily huge lengths of arm thick shaft on her rapid plunges, spreading her throat to life threatening dimensions, and then sucking vigorously on Desiree's jumping meat as her blond head retreated back up the hugely swollen organ. Her hands beat the spit soaked shaft frantically.

When Flare dropped one wet hand to grip the first nut she found, sinking her talons into it in no uncertain terms, it became Desiree's turn to moan...in impending orgasm!

And her cock began jumping so vigorously as to endanger Flare's teeth!

But Flare didn't care and nor did she retreat from her delicious, fulfilling task! From long experience with horsecock (and the horsecock sized Roger!) she knew how to 'handle' metaphysically huge meat. And she knew her reward was not far off.

Just like with her steed (and Roger!), once she had them seized in the male-subjugating pleasures that her mouth and throat, and only a Guild Elf's could deliver, mere Males were helpless...and DOOMED!

And, now, she had Desiree!

And she was going to drain her!

Watching Desiree slowly and pompously mount her Throne, Flare recalled proudly that she very nil did drain the Aesir! She certainly seriously lightened Desiree's balls after six full, nose jetting, throat plugging, chin dribbling loads in an hour!

She still chided herself for finding Desiree's cum so delicious. She didn't leave a drop outside her belly that morning!

She also didn't need...or want...anything else for breakfast afterward!

It was Desiree who couldn't get up out of bed once Flare was finished feeding!

But ever since then Flare hadn't been able to even think about anything else but gagging on huge cock...especially Desiree's. Certainly she was not thinking of ever resisting Desiree's commands (particularly when it came to sex!) or the Aesir's evil, degrading, monstrous and delicious advances upon her femininity...especially if it revolved around servicing her cock!

Seated on her Throne, Desiree pulled on Flare's chain, drawing the Elf, staggering like a sulking teenager, alongside her. Then she just gripped Flares smooth, rotund, and firm left cheek in her taloned right hand.

Flare squealed deliciously.

"Now, My Dear," Desiree started as an obviously sulking Flare looked down at the floor while Desiree's Court, mostly consisting of primitive Male Orcs and various, seriously lesbionic Elves, openly leered at her stripped and openly displayed, lush, Guild Elf form. The Aesir signaled to an Orc at the opposite wall from which they had entered. "There is someone I want you to meet! And I am especially interested in her meeting you!"

Her?! Flare thought, looking up to see another female enter from the opposite entrance...a very naked female, and, judging by her ears, a human female, that was NOT bound and escorted by the single Orc escorting her!

Desiree leaned over to Flare's pointed ear, "We...her and I...have been...close these past weeks. Very close! And, with Cassiopeia's help, she has made remarkable progress towards...our side, your and mine, side of the...how shall I say? The Guild Elf side of sexual relations! And, after educating her in the proper duties of a Human female in Lokin...serving UNDER Elves and such, she has subsequently told me everything I wanted to know! Willingly! Just like you, Flare!"

The naked Guild Elf winced.

Desiree watched the naked Human female approach, eyes level, not in the least bit embarrassed to be stark naked before the Orcs, and especially before all the female...and LESBIAN Wood and other Elves in Desiree's Throne Room!

She had, indeed, made remarkable progress since Desiree...obtained her back on Earth. She had started out as a virtually useless young Human housewife. But with Desiree's near nightly fucking of her for a good week after arriving back from Earth, and Cassiopeia's 'training' of her in the 'Arts of Lesbos' since then, the redheaded female had revealed surprising, and pleasing tendencies towards the acts of 'love', feminine style! Cassiopeia had told her that, recently, this Human had become downright enthusiastic about the Wood Elf's sitting upon her face!

Flare looked over the approaching female with a well experienced, very competent lesbian-trained and oriented eye. Half a head taller then Flare, she had bright, curly strawberry red hair to her shoulders, pale skin, and hardly any pubic hair. She was soft, as were most human females save for young Mages like Hermione. But that softness had positive factors going for it: She was most attractive...to Males...when she was naked! Big boobs...larger than Flare's but not nearly as conical or firm. But they were attractive. Broad and fat, they were pear shaped, with a big curving bottom.

Flare almost became intimidated by their buxom, mammalian beauty. Babies...and the Men who made those babies...would love...kill to suck on such boobs.

Her nipples weren't as puffy or as conical as Flare's, but they were a delightful pink and her nipples were stiff...looking perfect for suckling.

Her belly wasn't Elven tight and hard, but softly rounded, yet hardly fat. Her navel was deep and dark and her belly curved oh so gently down till it blended into her jutting, nearly bald mound.

The red hair atop that jutting mound sure looked thin and sparse!

Her labia were very passion pink, though they were not hanging very far. Flare could easily see her hooded clit jut out under her mound.

Her thighs where slightly wider than Flare's, but they were smooth and looked strong. Her ass didn't look as bubblebutt jutting as a Guild Elf's (who but a Guild Elf's ever was?), but still quite attractive in its smooth roundness.

Flare became wary when she saw the human's red hair. There was something she had told herself, long ago, about not wanting to ever meet any redheaded Human women while in Desiree's Castle, but she just couldn't remember why...

Then she saw the woman look her up and down! Seeing the Human's eyes lock on her teenage perfect, conical tits, Flare set her shoulders back, thrusting them out at the redhead. Get a good look, Human! Are you lesbian enough to appreciate this figure! she thought, inviting the Human's leering.

She had nothing to fear from this Human, or any Human woman, in a sexy body contest!

The redhead stopped some four feet from Flare.

"Flare, my dear!" Desiree, carrying a wicked, broad smile, introduced them. "This is Janey. She claims to be the...wife of Roger...Lord Roger, your...the Guild's...next Loki!"

Flare's eyes widened in shock. Now she remembered what Roger had said, so long ago and far away! Why he was here in the first place!

In a lower, more substantial voice than a typical Elf, Janey added, "Yes! It is true! I am his wife!" Then she raised her left hand in offering to the Elf, showing the only item she wore...

"Diamond ring?" Flare softly said in a little Elven voice. "A...wedding ring?" her voice trailed off...in building dread.

Janey smiled smugly.

Desiree went on, "She wants to take Lord Roger back...back to Earth!"

Flare eyebrows suddenly furrowed, her lips pressing together.

"She wants to take Lord Roger with her!" Desiree went on. "She wants to take Him from the Elves here...take Him from the Guild!" Desiree waited a pregnant moment before adding, "She wants to take Lord Loki from you!"

Flare's hands, at her sides, abruptly turned to rigid, knuckle popping, fists.

"From you?!" Janey then said, looking surprised. "What do you have to do with..."

"Oh! I am sorry, My Dear!" with great exaggeration, Desiree turned her attention to Janey. "I have been so forgetful! Let me introduce to you the Guild Elf Flare, the Elf who brought Lord Roger in from the wilderness, so to speak!"

"You?" Janey gasped, looking the lush Elf up and down with disbelieving, and worried, eyes.

"Yes, she spent weeks, alone, with your husband, as she...personally convinced Him to join the Guild...to join with Flare...and become the next Loki! As you can no doubt see, My Dear, Guild Elves...especially Flare, have physical...attributes that can make them most persuasive...with a Man!" Desiree patted the Elf on her nearest jutting bun.

Janey was no longer looking shocked. Now she was frowning.

"She was the only...female...to see Lord Roger for the week or more it took to bring Him in! She must have been very...educational for Him! Trying to make his arrival and education as...comfortable as an Elf can while making such a journey alone, with a Man!"

Janey was now panting, but not in lust. A different emotion was overtaking her!

"It was my understanding that they had only one bedroll...I suppose we should expect, under those circumstances, that they would share it..."

Janey's eyes widened, her face flushed. She started to look as angry as Flare.

"Maybe Flare was considerate enough to offer herself as Lord Roger's...uh?...mattress, so he wouldn't sleep on the hard ground!"

Flare looked over at Desiree in shock at that last sentence.

Desiree shrugged. "Am I that far from the truth?" she replied with a completely false smile.

Then she turned back to Janey, "So, My Dear, as we spoke before about getting Him back into you arms...these Guild Elves thought that they personally owned Lord Loki when he was here, owned Him for their own use, so long ago. Now, I feel certain that, after the Guild went to all the trouble to get another god...your husband...they feel they own him, too! And, I just can't help thinking that, after Flare went through all she did with Him, at least what I heard she did with him to bring him to Asgard...I just felt that she would be somewhat...attached to Lord Roger, too!

"So you see, My Dear, you may have a difficult time getting to Him to find out if He...wants to go back with you! Especially when there are approximately 300 more Guild Elves for him to...'comfort'! Each just as beautiful, well built, and...talented in the...'female arts' shall we say?... as Flare, here. And each just as...dedicated...to making your husband's stay in Asgard as pleasant and...fulfilling as possible...just like Flare here!"

At that second Janey lost it! Squealing, she roared out into the startled, but still furious Flare, "You home-wrecker...you hussy!...you...you...you...BITCH!"

With that last word, and from a Human pussy yet, Flare hissed! Then her arms were up, claws extended.

Janey immediately replied with her own set of sharpened, elongated, deadly serious fingernail-weapons.

Flare, suddenly grinning, then waved Janey to come on! She had the most infuriating smirk on her face. as she offered the Human to get some! She sent with that smirk an unmistakable mental message, the kind of communications only females can send to other females..."Let's go, Human! Let's get it on! Let me give you a piece of what Lord Roger...MY Lord Roger...has been getting these past weeks! We'll let him decide who he wants to bed down with on cool, quiet, star filled nights in the field! That is, once I kick your ass!"

And Janey was about to charge when, "Wait!" Desiree interrupted at the very last second. "I will not tolerate a...a...Bitch Fight in my Throne Room!" Desiree waited a tension filled moment for the combatants to, barely, calm down before, much more serenely, continuing, "But, I recognize that you two have...issues with each other that must be settled! Therefore we will have a sex-match, Guild Elf rules, between you two, the first female to become unconscious or incapacitated by orgasm-loses all claims on Lord Roger! And becomes my 'guest'...my sex slave that is, for...Oh...say a century! And we will have this contest immediately! Now! Here! In one half hour! Now go to your rooms to prepare yourselves!"

The two still furious females slowly, while instinctively still facing each other, stepped back, towards the respective doors they had entered in. Not for a step did either turn her backs on the other's flushed, eyes flashing, claws extended, lushly naked form.

After they left, Desiree could hardly hold back her howls of glee! This was better than she hoped! Now to set that communications spell...

Roger saw Chrysoberyl thrashing at one end of the stables, two Elves holding her down, face into the soft pile of hay. He stepped across the stables, Gem alongside him, her hands filled with his, now, profusely dribbling Cock.

She had not asked, and Roger had not request, her seizing of his swaying prick.

She just matter-of-factly gabbed him.

Now her eyes glowed like some cat's, caught in a flashlight's beam as she ran her gunk dripping hands over his fully erect, jerking in her grasp, literally Elf-breaking meat. As more precum drooled out of him, Gem readily smeared it down over his shiny shaft.

Lubricating him for Chrysoberyl.

Swiftsword, face lingually cleaned, suddenly rushed by him, her freed tits bouncing wildly. She fell to her knees alongside the struggling Chrysoberyl. "Oh, My Lady! He has come! Come to cure you!" There were tears once again running down her cheeks, only now they were of hope, not despair.

Damn! He thought. Am I that important to these Elves?!

"What?! A Dark Lord? My Dark Lord? Let me serve him!" The lusciously naked Guild Elf Commander howled at the two Elves holding her down, "Release me...at once, I tell you! I want...I need to get back to my Master! To his Cock! Let me go, I command you!"

The two Elves holding her down looked up as Roger and Gem approached. Simultaneously their eyes lit up with reflected divine light, as was Gem's.

"What?!" howled Chyrsoberyl, noticing her 'guards' abrupt freezing, "Wait, you cannot be my Dark Lord!" Then she looked over her left shoulder.

And her formerly dull, almond-silhouetted eyes immediately started gleaming.

The Guild Elf's angry, scowling face abruptly softened. Pursing her lush red lips, eyes widening until they resembled an ecstatic anime character's, she cooed just like the others, "OOOOOO!" The heretofore frantic and agitated Lady Chrysoberyl was immediately no longer struggling.

Now she smiled, angelically, at Roger's god-hose.

To top it off, the two Elves holding her down now cooed in chorus, "OOOOOOO!"

Roger stopped alongside the now still and staring Chrysoberyl, his Cock stretched out over her magnificent (naturally!) pillow-like buns. Gem began milking, jacking him faster, gripping his forearm thick shaft tighter, and soon had long worms of his precum sliding out the slit at the tip of his vividly purple cockhead.

For a second looking over at Gem, he saw her prick locked, glowing eyes and...very big smile.

She seemed absolutely enthralled with handing him!

"Definitive evidence of Dark Lord 'spooging'!" came from...someone else's voice within his head!

It wasn't from Loki Help, for certain. Was that from the Loki avatar? Or from himself?

Suddenly, with a renewed wave of most un-PC lust once again surging through him, he abruptly decided he really didn't care where it came from!

Just how could he satisfy it!

He reached around Gem's hip and gripped her naked and bulging right asscheek.

When a no longer sad and tear-filled Swiftsword looked over her own shoulder she could clearly see him leering down at her love and commander's lush ass. Then her eyes dropped almost immediately from his face to lock on his prick. Without a coo, her eyes began glowing.

Seeing that 'look', that face on Swiftsword's completely happy and little-girl horny visage suddenly did 'something' to him! Suddenly that 'something', the best he could describe it as a wave of 'dirty-ol' manliness' was rushing up from his balls! Heat...passion...lust rushed over him, sped up by Gem's...very talented hand-job!

He had never went through such driving, demanding, arousing lust! It had to be coming from something to do with what the Brisingamen gave him! Maybe that avatar...

Then his peripheral vision began to cloud. Soon a distinct form of rigid tunnel-vision had replaced his normal, human vision...

Just like when he had went Drow hunting in the Drow caves...

He was feeling more and more like when he was out hunting long ago...

Hunting for Guild Elf...to feed to his Cock!

A nearly foot long and finger thick coil of hanging precum snapped loose from the tip of his cock, falling with a splat...right between the still cock-gawking Guild Elf Commander's jutting, plump buns. Perhaps unconsciously, she wiggled that bubblebutt of hers, oh so tightly, full and lusciously, like a teasing cheerleader tormenting her leering Principle, as the worm melted from her ass heat and flowed down her dark crack just like Roger's rapidly melting gentlemanly self-consciousness!

From that moment on...wracked by "someone's" searing libido that had saturated every part of his consciousness, he could feel that 'someone' or 'something' was taking over his will, desire, very consciousness as well as his vision, Roger realized it was taking him over! Suddenly he knew he was loosing to it!

And just as suddenly, he didn't mind!

He looked down with wide and white eyes at his jumping prick, incongruously yet brilliantly and enthusiastically jacked by a Gem clearly intoxicated by her ingestion of mouthfuls of Dark Lord wadd. A Gem he somehow was certain would be unable to resist him, now, in front of her troops or not! Panting and glaring as if he had just stepped off the field of a violent, dangerous sport...or combat...he pawed Gem's perfect butt buns while Chrysoberyl, apparently accepting her fate, turned her head to look forward, then laying it down on the soft hay beneath her.

With admirable dedication, a wide eyed and grinning Gem actually pumped his jumping, slimy meat even harder, and another strand began relentlessly slipping out of him.

"Hsss!" when Chrysoberyl when that strand disappeared directly into her crack, landing noisily right on her clenched anus.

"You're ready, M'Lord!" Gem husked, glowing eyes locked on the jumping, superhuman prick being worked in her hands. Everyone there recognized that she was seriously aroused in-spite of herself. Her nipples, projecting clearly through her vest, had to be an inch long, and she hadn't bothered to even try to pull her tights up! Roger could see in one glance how shiny-wet her entire loins were! She just stood there, eyes glowing as she...eagerly!...smeared the last of his precum...at least the last Gem was going to personally beat out of him...back over his jumping, Australian beer can thick shaft.

She finally pulled her glowing eyes up from his prick, in a voice that was, initially, almost frantic with arousal and joy at handling Divine Dick, she rasped through an, apparently, hormone dry throat , "Oh! M'Lord! You are...I want you to...ah!...er...M'Lord, I believe you know what to do?" Then, for a brief moment, she was her old self, "You have done it enough to us!" she added, at the end almost sounding hopeful.

Hopeful?!

Then she gasped, eyes still staring at his. "Your eyes..." she gasped again in genuine fear and excitement, "Your eyes are glowing...red!"

"Yes I have used MY Elves!" roared in Roger's head, momentarily blanking his consciousness. "Many times I have used MY Elves, as is MY right! And I will do so again!" Looking at Gem's shiny-wet loins and bald cameltoe, Roger's head rang with the titanic echoing thoughts.

Suddenly Roger had no doubts...no hesitation! This was a scene HE had done hundreds...thousands of times over the eons! "It is as natural for MY Guild Elves to unselfishly service Me as it is for them to be killing Orcs!" That 'something' inside him was now telling him...making him do exactly what had to be done!

Chrysoberyl remained looking straight ahead, her butt and thighs quivering as she felt Roger kneel between her wide spread knees, his now red glowing eyes fixed on her lush butt just like Swiftsword's and Gem's eyes were locked on his 'weapon'. The Elf began to visibly tremble, picking up a deep and fast pant, as he began running his drooling cockhead up and down her deep, dark asscrack.

After he found her back 'passage', she whimpered when he started forcing the tip of his Elf-breaker into her anal pore.

Immediately Swiftsword yelled, "Wait! Please, just a moment, M'Lord!" Then she urged Chrysoberyl to raise her hips a few inches while she pushed soft hay under the Elf's raised belly.

Now that Elf's butt was thrust up, offered up to him.

His cock jerked and drooled another nightcrawler long and snack thick strand of precum...right into Chrysoberyl's asscrack!

With a slutty moan, Swiftsword dove at his precum, beginning its path down into Chrysoberyl's bottomless butt-crack. The Elf first passionately kissed the tip of Roger's cock, then she buried her face into her commander's ass!

"Oh! Oh! OOOOO!" went Chrysoberyl, squirming and squealing as Swiftsword's feet long tongue explored, wetted down, and scoured the Guild Elf Commander's entire crack, lapping up Roger's wadd for a reward, and lubricating completely Chrysoberyl's pink asshole!

When she pulled her head out of her commander's butt, Swiftsword's smiling face was covered with Roger's precum and her own sloppy saliva.

Chrysoberyl's asscrack was dripping wet with Elf spit.

Roger's eyes widened when Swiftsword then grabbed each of Chrysoberyl plump buns and spread them wide! Looking up at him staring down at her commander's spread and lubed ass, Swiftsword whined, "Please? She is ready!"

Then she looked down at his jumping Cock and added, "And so are you, M'Lord!"

One look at that ass, wet with spit, spread obscenely wide and thrust up at his 'curing stick', sent Roger past the point of any return! Dropping down over the panting Elf, his hands on each side of her head, he looked down over her svelte, ass-up figure beneath him.

He thrust...

But, while Chrysoberyl squealed delightfully, his dripping glans just slid up the perfectly lubricated valley between her spread cheeks.

Thanks to Swiftsword's asscrack tongue-job, Chrysoberyl's furrow was too slick for his cockhead to gain purchase in the Elf's virgin-like pore! Swiftsword and her two foot tongue had done too good a job lubing up her Commander!

"Let me!" came from behind him. It was Gem! Kneeling behind him and his low hanging, softball sized nuts, she reached under him, between his kneeling legs, and wrapped her two hands around his slick shaft. Forming a tube around his shaft with her two hands, she Elf-handled his throbbing, iron bar stiff prick back to Chrysoberyl's pink anus.

Somehow he could tell, when his cock was lined up, that Gem's wide eyes were locked on where his glans tip pressed into the Elf's clenched backdoor. With such guidance, he would not miss again!

He thrust once more, slowly pressing down as Chrysoberyl's sphincter valiantly resisted his inevitable impalement of her. Almost immediately, however, he felt her overwhelmed anus dilate around his irresistible cockhead.

A moment later, with an ear splitting shriek, she took his wide crown into her.

With that bird-like cry Roger jerked and immediately stopped thrusting. From atop her curly blond head he gasped, softly and privately, down to her, "You OK?"

She at once and rapidly nodded, face down in the soft hay. Then he heard a muffled, "Yes! Please! I need you so far in me, My Lord Havoc!"

With that last word his head abruptly rang with another voice, one that made his teeth clench, "That Bastard Havoc! Use MY Elf, will He?! Well, I...er...WE can take care of that! Well, go on, do it! Don't worry about her! She's no fragile Human! Do it! She is made for this! Go on, she needs it...fuck that Dark Lord's...that prick Havoc's scum out of her!"

When Roger's teeth relaxed he heard the Elf beneath him, "OOOHHH! You're so big! Just like Dark Lord Havoc! You must be my Dark Lord Havoc! Use me! Please use me! I am here for your use!"

Roger was just about to begin gently thrusting again when his already distorted peripheral vision clouded up entirely, fixing the smaller circle of clear vision right on Chrysoberyl's blond head. Then a new emotion roared up his spine...anger! The Bitch was worshipping a Dark Lord! A false God!

Before Roger could even think about what he was doing, he was driving, thrusting, burying his huge prick, in one wild, thoughtless, self-centered, omnipotently powerful lunge, balls deep into the Guild Elf...

Through his entire plunge, Chrysoberyl howled her throat raw.

Roger saw her claws tear and dig at the ground beneath her as he slid home, he felt her rotund, firm buns go rock hard, gripping his driving Cock as if she were trying to stop him.

Something inside his head just said, "Good"!

Roger had no time to considered whether he liked what his alter-ego considered appropriate, he was sinking into a blast furnace of tight, silky pleasure! Damn, was that butt tight and hot!

Roger sank his teeth into Chrysoberyl's shoulder, almost breaking her smooth, warm skin, as he pressed his hips against her rock hard, but still wondrously smooth buttocks. He completely buried his cock into her!

For her part, Chrysoberyl's howl died away with his first touch of her rotund and plump ass with his powerful hips.

Finally, for a long moment they stayed still and silent.

Soon Roger was desperately fighting with himself, eyes squinting, teeth remaining clamped to her flesh, as his cock began jumping far, far up that Guild Elf's cum sucking ass!

Chrysoberyl began to squeal...delightfully. Her bowels began sucking on him, most deliciously!

But he was going, she was forcing him, to cum!

"What kind of God are you?" roared in his skull! "Let one Elf-tail defeat you!"

Then Chrysoberyl whined beneath him, "Oh, M'Lord you go deep! You feel so good! More! Please! More! Fuck your Elf!"

"See? She loves it! You're just the right size to ring her bell...reach that 'spot'! Now, get going, you can cum later, after the job is done!"

Roger nodded to no one, releasing the Elf's shoulder of his teeth. He tried to pull back, but her bowels were frantically, spastically clamped down on him! He couldn't pull back without having her fabulous butt pull him out by the roots!

Talk about 'snapping'!

"Hey, Baby, give me a break, will ya?" A vividly wincing Roger gasped in her ear.

"Ung!" the Elf gasped back, still tearing at the ground above her head with her vicious claws. Abruptly, and temporarily, her mind regained reality, "W...What?"

He was now talking to only her, "Let me go!"

"Oh!" she replied, as if she had just noticed that her bowels had went vacuum cleaner hose on his meat!

Suddenly the outrageous squeezing relaxed!

Roger immediately pulled back a good foot. When he slowly slid back in, Chrysoberyl squealed so delightfully as her bowels refilled with godly meat that, in conjunction with the natural velvety wet-hot friction of an Elf's bowels being bulled aside by his fist sized cockhead, she nearly set him off once again! When he again pressed his hips into her upraised buns, not moving again to reduce the spewgasm inducing friction, her squeals suddenly dropped a notch in tone.

With Roger once again buried in her guts, her head limply dropped into the hay underneath it, twisting to and fro as the outrageous pleasure of massive penetration swept through her. Like a college freshman serving under her first male, and realizing how...pleasant it was doing so, the Elf, with a strained, gasping, high pitched voice betraying her surprise, even shock, at the surprising pleasure of such inhuman impalement, Chrysoberyl, to Roger only, whimpered oh-so-delightfully, "Oh! That feels soooo gooood!"

"Think I'm a Dark Lord now?" Roger said into her ear while he ground his hips against her compressed meat loaves.

"OOOHHHH! You are a god, M'Lord! A fucking god!" she replied, squirming under him in total delight.

"Then enjoy it!" Roger roared and began stroking, pumping, fucking the Elf's...HIS Elf's... wonderfully tight, hot, ass with no inhibition whatsoever!

And Chrysoberyl thrashed under him, squealing delightfully with each balls deep, 'spot' crushing stroke. She then would whimper (Oh so damned sexily, Roger noted!) in anticipation of another during each of Roger's foot long withdrawals.

She was clawing the ground before her again as Roger established his smooth, foot long, satisfyingly deep fuck rhythm. His hips started to slap loudly against that Elf's bulging buttocks as he omnipotently rode her.

He had abruptly gained new insight into why Guild Elves had such dramatic bubble-butts!

Roger (or, more accurately, his dick) would show a rhythmically and luridly shrieking Elf the price one paid for worshipping false gods!

Miriam stared in genuine wide eyed terror as Cassiopeia pulled out of the fucked Stryker. The exit of her demonically enhanced clit echoed in the room with a sloppy, syrupy report.

Stryker, hanging limply from the roof attached chains manacled to her wrists, could only jerk her hips slightly, and give out with one belly heave as she was emptied of supernatural, vampiric clit. She hung, her head leaning over against her right arm, her eyes, open but dull, stared blankly and unmoving at the floor. Her mouth was senselessly open, her tongue hung a good foot down her chin, drooling continuously to the floor.

As did her floppy lipped pussy...

Miriam, drenched in sweat and panting wildly, watched the vampire slowly, arrogantly step around the broken Elf to pat Stryker's once again flat belly.

With a shuddering gasp, Stryker's belly heaved, once, when Cassiopeia patted it. The smirking vampire looked at Miriam, "Orgasmic aftershocks, I would call it!" she husked torridly. "I have been...studying Elf response to...accepting my clit. My estimate Stryker will be cuming, rhythmically, for the next hour, at least!" She observed Miriam's sweat dripping face and lush, gleaming chained body for a long moment until Stryker gave out with another hissing gasp and her taut belly heaved.

"See?" Cassiopeia replied. Then she...tried...to wrap her right hand around her Desiree dimensioned clit.

Miriam felt her womb stir in unwanted, but clearly feminine thrilling pleasure when she saw that the vampire could barely get her fingers more than halfway around the wickedly wide shaft. She couldn't help but compare Cassiopeia's intimidating 'weapon' to the other metaphysical phallus she had to deal with in the past...Dragonshaft's! While his was a good near two feet longer, from the distance at which she was chained now, she couldn't remember any real difference in Cassiopeia's thickness!

And the vampire was definitely long enough to break HER!

Stryker, strong, brave, faithful Stryker, had proved that not minutes before!

A wave of cold doom swept through the heated up Guild Elf Commander!

"But you ARE a Guild Elf Commander!" she screamed at herself from within her torrid, frightened, and disciplined mind. "Get a grip! You'll find a way out of this, if you keep your courage! You have always done it in the past!"

Except when Dragonshaft fucked your ass!

"That...is the exception that makes the rule!" she silently reassured herself.

Cassiopeia smirked as she watched Miriam go through her internal debate. She stroked her clit, eyelids drooping as the delicious pleasure surged through her as her hand sped up. When she saw that the silent debate was finished, the Guild Elf, still panting and sweating, nonetheless had a distinctly more 'set-jaw' appearance...

Miriam, her almost inherited courage (Actually Loki gave them quite unnatural and superhuman courage when he made them.) bracing her, stared back at the Wood Elf with as defiant a countenance as she could manage. She tugged mightily, with all her strength, on her bonds, both at wrist and ankle, but only managed to make a bit of echoing noise.

Stroking her 'prick', Cassiopeia husked, her voice emanating all the will suppressing sensual and sexually arousing tones of Hell itself, "Are you going to talk, Elf? Are you going to tell me about this Loki...this new Loki? Or, do I have to...break you first?"

"Loki?" Miriam frowned. "I know of no new 'Loki'! I've been Dragonshaft's..."

"Fucktoy?" Cassiopeia suggested with an absolutely wicked grin.

Miriam winced, no helping it for she knew the pale Wood Elf was right! "...prisoner all the time until I was 'exchanged' for Stryker! You got nothing from her, right..."

"Nothing?" Cassiopeia replied, chuckling. "Just that Roger's wife is in our hands...face wrapped in our pussies...mouth full of Desiree's Cock...and you traitorous Guild Elves have been keeping it a secret from him!"

Holding her jutting 'prick' before her, Cassiopeia smugly strode towards Miriam. "I can hardly wait until he finds out about your betrayal of him and his wife! Have your collective bubble-butts gotten him to forget what he is really here for? I wonder if his stupid Male mind has made out that His sweet, sexy fuck-monkeys have been...lying to Him? Using him? What do you think He will do when He finds out...from Desiree?"

She stopped right in-front of Miriam, close enough she could smell the cinnamon in the Guild Elf's breath. "I'm going to enjoy this!" she hissed as she brought the tip of her near half meter long clit between Miriam's wide spread thighs.

"No!" Miriam gasped, pulling again on her bonds, again with no practicable results.

Then she felt that...hot clit tip slip between, spreading apart Miriam's soaked and floppy labia. Then the clit found Miriam's button.

Miriam's eyes flew open, wide and white as pleasure...absolutely hellish bliss, roared up with Cassiopeia's first contact. The Guild Elf's belly jumped, her spread thighs quivered, as the Wood Elf, chuckling evilly and degradingly, worked the tip of her huge clit over Miriam's.

It didn't take long...

"OHHHHH!" went Miriam, as her anime wide eyes rolled up and she, most unElf-like, grunted before the chuckling vampire. Soon her body was going out of control, "Please! I can't stand it! Stop! PLEASE!"

The Wood Elf stopped.

It took Miriam a good half minute to relax, collapsing with a sigh, hanging from her bonds.

"THAT was intense!" she told herself, panting raggedly.

Cassiopeia bent at her knees and crabbed under the Elf's wide spread thighs while holding her clit almost straight upright. "Well, since you really have no additional knowledge of this Roger, I suppose I'll just have to fuck you brain-dead!" She said, lining up her huge clit with Miriam's literally dripping cunt-hole. "And, maybe, some other...pleasures!" she added, showing her victim her fangs.

Miriam, panting and sweating, opened her eyes wide when she saw those fangs! "No!" she gasped softly, terrified.

Cassiopeia just chuckled and thrust up.

"AAAAHHHHIIII!" went the Guild Elf as the huge prick bulled aside all of Miriam's labial resistance, popped through her feeble pussy mouth, and surged omnipotently feet up into her belly! Violating her cervix, smashing into the roof of her womb, the female prick pushed Miriam's uterus right up to near her diaphragm.

Miriam screamed at herself to resist...to not cum as that wickedly plunging pole moved her guts out of the way of its inevitable advance. It had been so long since the last time that a beast...a divinely dragon-cocked beast...forced her, made her accept so much so far up her feminine Elf-hood!

Helplessly she had to acknowledge: It felt so good, so right to be so stuffed!

Nose to nose, the Wood Elf smirked into Miriam's sweaty, grimacing face. Grinding her 'cock' up against Miriam's womb's roof, Cassiopeia whispered conspiratorially into the Guild Elf's face, her spicier Wood Elf version of cinnamon mixing with the slightly sharper Guild Elf's, "Feel good? Are you going to cum, Elf? You ARE going to cum...cum for me, are you not, Elf?"

"Grunt!" replied the Guild Elf. Then, as if on cue, her belly, showing the fist sized bulge of her pushed up womb just above her formerly flat, dark, deeply recessed navel, convulsed.

"Oink!" went the Guild Elf.

Cassiopeia just smiled as she ground away far, far up the Guild Elf's belly. She knew what would happen if she just kept grinding away, up inside that womb... "That's it, Elf! Cum for me! You can't resist! You can't stop it! You were made to cum for long..."

"Belch!" went Miriam as another convulsion swept through her stuffed belly.

"...thick!..."

"Oink!" went the pinned Guild Elf.

"...deep..."

Miriam breathlessly cried out, "Oh! Stop! It's too...good! Ai!" she barked like a chihuahua...like Stryker had barked moments before!

"Fuck!" Cassiopeia finished, watching smugly as Miriam, just like Gem and the other Guild Sluts before her did, exploded around her...for her!

"Ai! Oink!" went Miriam.

Then Cassiopeia began plowing the Guild Elf, fucking up into her belly, forcing her womb up against her lungs, forcing the Elf into mindless bliss.

And mindless it was. Miriam had only a precious few thoughts once the Wood Elf started her furious, powerful fuck before her mind dissolved into a mind blinding series of violent, wild orgasmic flashes. Almost immediately after starting, all of Miriam's thought processes were swamped, buried in outrageous orgasmic attack.

Cassiopeia roared her triumph as she watched Miriam's eyes turn dull, then roll up into her skull. Then, limply, the Elf's head fell back to thump against the rock wall behind her. Finally, head tossing literally mindlessly, Miriam obediently paid off for the horse hung vampire.

"Oink!"

"Belch!"

"Oink!"

"Belch!"

"GRUNT!"

Cassiopeia was tireless in her fucking. Besides the immense pleasure the Elf's squeezing pussy gave her as the Guild Slut convulsed in bliss around her dominating clit, the sight of the famous and admirable Guild Elf Commander, drooling down her chin, head tossing with a fucked stupid expression on her noble face, her belly jiggling like jello and her breathing resembling that of a donkey's baying, was so self-satisfying!

That's what those Guild Elves are for...bottoms for hung tops!

"Cum, Slut! My Slut!" Cassiopeia roared into the blankly smiling fucked face of the Guild Elf.

"Oink!"

"Belch!"

"Oink!"

"Belch!"

"GRUNT!"

Then Cassiopeia pulled out!

Cassiopeia laid her dripping wet, hugely throbbing clit upon Miriam's heaving belly and waited, waited for the Elf to stop cuming.

For long moments Miriam could do nothing but convulse, jolting waves of delicious bliss surging, unstoppable through her.

As the Elf finally began to slow her convulsions...her cuming, Cassiopeia reached down and opened Miriam's left ankle's shackle. Then she placed that freed ankle upon her right shoulder.

Miriam was just regaining reality when her right ankle was also placed upon Wood Elf shoulder.

She opened her bleary eyes to see her legs raised up, the back of her knees hooked upon Cassiopeia's arms. Looking down she saw that 'cock', just under her chin! "What?" she gasped.

Cassiopeia still had her infuriating smirk. "Well, My Dear, you did such a good job of being my bottom just now, I just thought, especially after Stryker's reaction when I used her anus...I just thought, actually knew, you would love a little 'backdoor love'!" Then she moved her hips back, sliding her heavy, firm clit backwards...over Miriam's own little button!

"No! Don't you..." Miriam began, but the sudden fiery pleasure of having her unhooded clit sandpapered by the huge clit of the Wood Elf most effectively silenced her. Miriam winced vividly, biting her lower lip, as the electric sensations seized her.

Cassiopeia just chuckled, softly but arrogantly as she slid her clit tip down between Miriam's soaked pussy and lined it up with that pink pore.

When Cassiopeia looked up into Miriam's eyes, the only warning she would give the Guild Elf, all Miriam could do was shake her head.

Cassiopeia then thrust.

Miriam shrieked as she was pierced.

But then the shriek stopped!

Totally startled, Miriam looked down between her thighs.

The Wood Elf had stopped with just the first few inches inside the Guild Elf's tail. For a long moment she stood there, holding Miriam in position by her powerful arms, smirking at the Elf until the Elf raised her eyes to her own.

Their eyes locked, and Cassiopeia, quite calmly, said, "Now!"

Miriam hissed as the Wood Elf started again to thrust.

But now it was a slow, almost gentle penetration...and it was relentless.

In one powerful, but slow thrust, she filled the Guild Elf's nether guts with her unbendable sex weapon.

Miriam tried to shake her head, to say "No!" in no uncertain terms, but she found she couldn't! Abruptly she was taken over, first by the vampire's glowing red sight, then by the increasingly...pleasant violation of her 'backdoor' by the wickedly slow driving, wrist thick cudgel, unrelenting in its violation, inescapable in its assault.

As it reached half way into her Miriam's eyes squinted in rising penetration bliss and her lips, quite involuntarily, formed a round, red, juicy 'O' as Cassiopeia, grinning broadly, nodded in understanding of what the Guild Elf was going through. From much experience and experimentation with captured Guild Elves, and Stryker and, especially, Gem, she knew ALL Guild Elves were not only size queens, but unable to resist the pleasure of servicing a long AND thick member...a belly probing, tube stretching, 'spot' hitting phallic violator...in their asses!

"OOOOHHH!" Miriam moaned as the Wood Elf sank even deeper into her bowels.

"That's right, Elf!" Cassiopeia whispered into the doomed Guild Elf's sweating, cooing face. "You know where this is going! You know it is long enough...fat enough...hard enough to hit that place...the place all you Guild Elves fear..."

Miriam was whimpering now. Inside she was torn...torn between just laying back and letting the powerful, dominating Cassiopeia haul her ass around by her grips on her Guild Elf buttocks until that clit reached that 'spot'...and desperately trying to prevent Cassiopeia from reaching that 'spot'...the place where an Elf's duty and position and loyalty could be destroyed!

Cassiopeia saw the conflict, the fear, the panic in Miriam's eyes. She had seen it so many times before! She had seen it in Stryker, not ten minutes before! "Yes! I am getting close, are I not? Closing in on that spot? Only a little farther..."

"No! Please! PLEASE! No farther! PLEASE!" Miriam wailed in a panic, shaking her head again vigorously.

Cassiopeia laughed into her face, "Stupid Elf! Thought you could resist ME! Well, I will show you what your resistance gets you! And, you will enjoy it!"

Then the vampire, with a short, fast jab, buried the rest of her clit into Miriam's asshole!

Miriam's mouth dropped open in shock, her wide and white eyes looking up at her conqueror with even greater shock.

"Feel good?" Cassiopeia replied smugly. "Want some more?"

Miriam felt as if her soul (if she had one) had been violated...fucked. It should have been painful, horribly so. But nothing hitting that 'spot' could ever be anything but the most pleasant, most addictive bliss an Elf could imagine. And she knew it was absolutely enslaving to a Guild Elf.

With a whine, the Guild Elf started pulling herself up by her shackled arms.

Desperately.

Cassiopeia chuckled and, gripping the Elf's hips, started rotating, grinding Miriam's pierced hips around her buried clit, grinding her broad clit tip right against the Elf's crushed 'spot'. Stepping up, she kept her clit tip grinding against that 'spot' as Miriam desperately, but futilely tried to escape.

Then failure brought despair and Miriam collapsed into Cassiopeia's merciless arms and ass grip, and that clit went even deeper.

"CUM, My Elf!" Cassiopeia roared into Miriam's grimacing face.

And Miriam obeyed, instantly.

With another shriek in return, Miriam sat upright upon Cassiopeia's buried clit, her back against the rock wall. Then her eyes popped open and turned into searchlights, illuminating the far wall and showing where the already fucked Stryker still hung, swinging and rhythmically cuming.

Cassiopeia then winced, dramatically, as Miriam's entire digestive track grabbed the Wood Elf's thick woman-cock and expertly wrung it out, as if the owner was demanding a huge load of nutchowder.

With a wild cry of her own, Cassiopeia went catatonic as sucked-off orgasm gripped her! Catatonic in the absolutely delicious orgasm-pleasure of having her phallic clit 'sucked-off' by Guild Elf butt, for long moments neither Elf could do anything but wildly, wetly, and loudly pay off for the other. But slowly, nearly painfully, the Wood Elf managed to pull about a foot of her throbbing, reddened phallus from Miriam's butt before managing to thrust back in, hard.

Instantly that gripping colon relaxed...

Giving her permission to use it, good and proper!

Cassiopeia immediately began to fuck Miriam's now accepting ass passage, hard and furiously.

And a thoroughly violated and penetration dominated Miriam started her own 'chihuahua chorus of the butt-fucked Guild Elf' echoing and re-echoing off the stone block walls as her eyes illuminated a good half of the dungeon:

"AI!"

"AI!"

"AI!"

"AI!"

"AI!"

"AI!"

"AI!"

"AI!"

"AI!"

"AI!"

Roger was fucking a new religion into Chrysoberyl's ass! Smoothly, almost effortlessly, he stroked in and out of those, now, wide spread and hip spanked red cheeks.

He couldn't believe how easy it was to cornhole this Elf! Forgetting for a moment the fact that he said the same thing about every Guild Elf he had ever butt fucked...that they were made for such use...he was, nonetheless, really enjoying 'curing' Chrysoberyl!

Gripping her now by her nice handfuls of tit, face tucked into her shoulder so he could listen to her delicious, high pitched squeaks when he rhythmically hit home, way, way up inside her, Roger could stand doing this for another...100 years!

Swiftsword lay alongside them, on he side, her face beaming up at him in great gratitude as he plowed her 'Lady'. She wasn't wearing a thing, and her jugs, rivaling Queen Thora's big beauties, were gratefully thrust out nearly in his face! Even laying on her side they showed only the slightest tendency to droop.

He estimated that they had to be 40 D's!

Was this place great or what?!

Chrysoberyl looked at Swiftsword with the sleepy eyed, big grin face of the thoroughly fucked female. As Roger hovered over them, porking Chrysoberyl in slapping, foot long strokes, Swiftsword suddenly lost her smile. Then they leaned towards each other...

With but a hungry, desperate little moan Swiftsword locked lips with her Lady! Inches from Roger's nose, a ball searing lesbo-kiss of monumental proportions began between the two Elves! And Roger could see everything!

Tongues flying into one mouth, driving who knows how deep down convulsing throat until gags were obvious, then reverse until the other female was gagging on plunging lingus! Lewd moans and sexy whimpers by the truck load as they vigorously exchanged spit and tongue as Roger fucked away!

When they finally broke the kiss, Chrysoberyl's head fell to the hay with an especially loud moan and Roger suddenly felt her guts start clamping down on his plunging prick!

"My Lord!" Swiftsword looked up at him. "My Lady wishes you to blow your wadd up her ass! Please?!"

Roger winced as, in no uncertain terms, the "Lady's" bowels started stroking and sucking on his pumping meat! Nodding in instant defeat, Roger lowered his head again and picked up the pace, driving as deeply as he could. Going faster...faster...faster!

Her butt tightened still further, generating the most lusciously wicked velvety friction.

His cock swelled ominously, his softball sized nuts tightening against him.

Swiftsword leaned in till she was whispering into his ear, "Cum, M'Lord! Cum! Isn't she tight?! How can you stand holding it back! Cum! You can have me next, if you want! You can have any of us any way you want! Cum!"

Then the bitch stuck her tongue in his ear!

That did it!

Chrysoberyl's squeals jumped a number of notches as the power and speed of his strokes picked up dramatically.

"Oh, this is great!" Roger told himself. It hadn't felt this fast, strong...good since his...Honeymoon...er...with Janey...

He began to slow...out of guilt...

Then he felt someone pick up his swollen balls! He felt wickedly sharp talons on his nuts. Then his balls were bathed in liquid fire!

Swiftsword was still husking into his wet ear, who else could be...

Gem! Oh, lordy! Gem! The ball busting, "put that thing away!", lesbian master of Flare, was licking his balls!

Suddenly Roger was pumping away, forcing wild squeals out of Chrysoberyl. The pleasure built relentlessly...

"See? Didn't I tell you?" the voice from inside his head appeared. "They love this stuff! And they are good at it, right? They got you now, buddy. Let me tell you, you might just as well go with it, cause when they start licking your ears and balls...they got you! I never could get away...hell! I never wanted to get away once they started on my balls! And, just wait till they start on your ass!"

Then Roger's head flew up with a loud, "Gem, no!"

The tongue had left his boiling, dripping balls. It suddenly reappeared stroking, hot and wet, up and down his asscrack!

Roger heard Gem...giggle from between his asscheeks! Then her claws sank into his whimpering balls.

And she effortlessly forced him over the edge.

That, and Chrysoberyl's bowels gripping him!

One, two, three more deep, soul satisfying strokes more and-

"AAHH!" roared Roger as his first pint sized jet spewed up Chrysoberyl's bowels.

"SQUEAL!" went the Elf a split second later. And her eyes lit up, illuminating a steed in a stall a few feet ahead.

A steed who was just happening to unload into the throat of an unknown Guild Elf squatting under it! Roger only got a quick look, but he could clearly see two nearly foot long strands of horsespooge shooting out the startled Elf's nostrils!

But then, "ARGH!" as he fired his second, even larger, jet into the Elf below him.

And said Elf howled her inseminated bliss.

Then, from beneath her came, "Growl!"

Roger no longer gave a...with Chrysoberyl's wonderful butt sucking him off and growling to tell everyone there it was finally getting properly fed, and Swiftsword, bare ass naked, licking and whispering pornographic urges into his ear, and Gem,...the ball busting GEM!...milking his balls to ejectable mush while LICKING HIS ASS!...it was too much!

Oh, way fucking too much!

He had no idea how long he spewed, and Chrysoberyl squealed, and Gem ass-licked, but when he finally, and temporarily, ran out of man-juice, he could only sloppily roll off the still convulsing, and gut growling, Elf. She yelped like a puppy, once, when his still massively swollen cockhead popped loudly out of her still clutching sphincter.

He was, for once, satisfied...

For a few minutes...

Very few!

Gem, still clutching his spit (Gem's spit!) balls, switched her hands to his still towering prick as he rolled upon his back. She quickly, and very enthusiastically he noticed, crawled between his legs and started up an effectively pleasure paralyzing hand-job, keeping him motionless on his back,. She beamed at him, her face flush, her eyes regularly dropping to his still fully erect prick jumping in her widely spread hands.

Her face screamed at Roger that Gem had enjoyed playing with his schlong, licking his ass, and making him...forcing him to cum buckets into Chrysoberyl's butt!

She had never shown any signs of enjoying...anything...voluntary about sex with a man (especially Him!) before! At least not without being forced, that is!

Then he saw her eyes glow.

Nodding in sudden understanding Roger told himself, "But you are not a man to her, now...but a god...HER god!"

That avatar voice instantly and loudly added, "Damn right! Can't help herself with that Elf stuffer in her face! Way I made 'er! But she'll be worthless as a fighter and Guild Commander if you don't end the influence of that Dark Lord chowder she inhaled! Makes Elves good only for a fucktoy! And damn quick, too, its looking to me! Don't do you any good having her just a fuck-bunnie! For truth!"

Taking a quick glance to his right, as Gem likewise did, he saw Swiftsword and a quivering, sweaty, but happily smiling Chrysoberyl come together in another passionate lesbo-kiss, pressing their lush bodies together.

"No wonder my dick is still hard, with all this lesbo wrestling going on around me!" Roger thought. "But that Guild Elf Commander seems none the worse for having me ride her back!"

He looked up at the still jacking Gem, who caught his glance and looked at the floor, demurely.

In an entirely too soft...and little girl sexpot...of a voice (Even though he was well aware of the Elven ability to make their voices sound like terminally horny high school bunnies, he had never heard Gem's voice sound so sultry and downright...hot!), she whispered to his jutting prick, "They are a Guild Elf Field Team. And Partners...Life Partners. Always pledged to each other's aid, comfort..."

"Pleasure?" Roger added with a lecherous grin. Then he thought, "If she is the old Gem, she'll use my balls for a punching bag for that last remark and grin!"

Nodding, instead, Gem blushed! No anger. No challenge. No 'put that thing away'!

"Not the old Gem!" Roger thought. Then, "Er...are you and Flare...'Partners'?" Roger had to ask, even though he knew the answer from Flare.

Gawking again at his dick, head facing down at it, Gem nodded. Then, keeping her head down, she looked at him over her forehead. "And lovers!"

Roger fought down the wince, then, changing the subject, looked at the Elf couple. They were in a furious 69, faces noisily out of sight in the other's wet, pink, bald pussies.

They sounded like pigs at the trough.

"And they're not lovers?" he asked, pointing at the snorting, slurping pussy lappers with his thumb.

Gem smiled, then saw Roger's first wormy strand of precum make its appearance on his cockhead. Leaning fully over his beginning to throb prick, she said, "There are 'lovers'",

Her tongue flashed out from a foot away and caught the end of the 'worm'. Drawing the end into her mouth, she proceeded to quickly and effectively suck the remainder of the strand right out of Roger's prick and into her mouth.

"'Slurp', 'Gulp', and there are"...'Slurp', 'Belch!'..."Lovers'!" she finished with a loud swallow. Her eyes remained fixed and glowing on his prick.

"Man!" came from inside his head. "This Elf is really fucked up!"

When, a count later, she silently bent back over, drooling mouth wide open, and engulfed his pud within her red hot oral furnace, Roger had to agree with him!

"Hisss! Damn!" went the suddenly writhing god! Now it was Roger that started to tear up the ground at his side with clawing fingers! Gem's mouth was hot and wet and seemed always in suck mode as she proceeded to noisily yet effortlessly swallow more of him!

Much more!

Abruptly he felt his swollen nuts burn...like he hadn't cum in a week and he was stuffed with babystuff!

But he had just dumped a quart of manchowder into Chrysoberyl's bowels not five minutes ago!

That voice interrupted, "Is this place great or what! Don't question it...go with it! She obviously has a bunch of Dark Lord wadd in her belly and its demanding that she gets more! She is obviously 'working' for more, from you! She wants 'it', so I suggest you give it to her! Just make sure the last one is way up that round, fat Guild Elf ass of hers!"

Then she picked up his still wet balls in one hand!

"Stop!" Roger gasped, pushing on her forehead to...gasp!...stop her from swallowing more of him!

With a slurp-like pop she pulled off. But her hand started up its jackoff again.

"Why? Don't you like it, M'Lord?" Gem asked , truly puzzled, in a slightly hoarse but still agonizingly high pitched anime schoolgirl sexpot voice. Kinda like Flare did when they were in the field, alone. She was seriously flushed, and the way she beat him told Roger she wasn't about to stop.

Until she got was she was sucking for!

Panting like a race horse, Roger had to catch his breath first before asking, "You love Flare, don't you?"

She smiled brilliantly, almost blondly, "Of course!"

At least she didn't respond with a head shaking, "Fer shur!" Roger went on, "Are you...'Partners'?"

She tilted her head, smile broadening. The rapid 'snick', 'snick', 'snick', of her slimy hand popping over the jutting crown of his glans seemed to echo in the stables. "Of course, M'Lord!" she replied, increasing her rate of jacking even further. "Every chance I get! Every dark, starry night we find ourselves alone, together..."

"Then why are you doing...ugh...this? You're not supposed to...moan...like having sex with me!" Roger gasped, his hips lifting, fucking her masterfully jacking fist. "You aren't supposed to like sex with Men!"

Her eyes dropped to the jumping prick in her hand. In a matter of fact, 'you should know this answer already!' voice she replied, "But you are not a Man, M'Lord!" Then, head dropping, mouth opening, she added. "Now, you are a god! There is a difference...you are now my religion!" Then 'gulp!', she again mouthed his drooling cockhead in one gulp.

Roger hissed as she began to suckle, gnaw on his mouthed glans! Her jacking hand sped up, and she moaned hungrily as her head twisted around his pudcap.

Roger started fucking up into Gem's head when he felt her talons grip his defenseless balls. He felt yet another load rise up from those seized nuts to fill his meat with Elf-gravy!

"Easy!" he gasped when she squeezed a nut too hard.

With a syrupy pop she pulled off him. "We've known that for some time, M'Lord! All us Guild Elves knew how 'easy' you were going to be and are! Now, I'm in the mood for semen...god-wadd! Don't make me wait!" Then she descended once more...to feed on Roger!

"Damn!" he gasped as the lava-like wet heat surrounded his cockhead once more. His hands gripped the hay/dirt alongside him as the delicious fiery pleasure built dramatically, relentlessly, until the panting, gasping, moaning god could take no more.

"Ung! Oh, Gem! I'm...I'm...OOOHHH!" Roger, only a Human Male, gave up the ghost...happily. Closing his eyes he let loose, spewing a good cup of testicular protein violently against the back of Gem's throat.

The Elf retched, and two gooey blobs of semen partially shot and partially bubbled out her dilated nostrils.

Still she beat and sucked on him.

His second blast found her throat already plugged with the coagulating remains of his first, so it had no choice but surge out her nostrils and mouth. Mouth overfilled with his manpudding, cheeks bulging, nose and throat plugged with manstuff, Gem had to relinquish his apple sized glans.

They locked eyes as Gem's mouth opened and a sizable amount of eggwhite, about a half dozen eggs worth, poured out down her chin. As Roger helplessly gasped, she brought his purple cockhead up against her open, sloppy mouth...so her tongue could get at it.

She slapped his swollen glans once with that whip-like tongue and Roger shot a bolt of goo right between her eyes.

As he watched his babystuff drool, slow and slimy, down over her little nose, she sank her nails into his nuts. Roger immediate obeyed by hitting her forehead with his next three rapid fire shots, until she had a curtain of eggwhite, already looking scrambled, oozing down over her eyes and cheeks.

While her tongue did yeoman work trying to keep up with his powerful, violent spews.

She kept him pumping wadd for a good three solid minutes, until, when he finally stopped gushing high quality protein higher than her nose, she reacquired her oral seizure of his cockhead. Then, with thick god-goo drooling down her face, she started a relaxed sucking on his glans until her mouth filled with his wadd, then a loud, forced gulp as she swallowed it. Then she sucked some more.

Roger could only groan and gasp as her fantastic, tight, hot, and wet mouth drained his balls and cock, then swallowed his testiclepudding, rhythmically, competently, completely:

"Suck!"

"Gulp!"

"Moan!"

"Suck!"

"Gulp!"

"Moan!"

"Suck!"

"Gulp!"

"Moan!"

"Suck!"

"Gulp!"

"Moan!"

It would be minutes longer before Roger finally did stop cuming into Gem's mouth...

She released her wet, oral grip on his cockhead, and his prick flopped loudly upon his heaving stomach and chest...wet and still hugely swollen.

Leaning back on her haunches, a broadly smiling Gem started cleaning her face with her tongue. It would take her awhile!

Trying to catch his breath, Roger stared at the Guild Elf Commander as she did her facial 'toilette'. She looked really happy, blissful as she painstakingly cleaned every gooey, tacky worm of his babystuff off every nook and cranny of her beautiful face.

Gem was many things, Roger thought from on his back, but 'happy' after sucking him off and then cleaning her face of his load was NOT one of those 'things' he expected Gem to be happy about!

"You seem very...happy..." Roger asked her once her tongue disappeared into her still broadly smiling mouth.

She nodded. Her face was glistening with her saliva, and with no signs of the pint of colloidal semen he had spewed on it. And she was still smiling broadly. She looked down at his cock, bravely maintaining its monstrous erection up to his sternum. Picking it up in both hands, she pointed the tip right as her face.

Staring down at his slit, she suddenly cooed! Pursing her lips, she bent further down to tenderly kiss the tip! Just like Flare had done when they were alone on the prairie!

"This Elf is really fucked-up!" came roaring through his skull. "She's been fucked-up by some Black Magick...that's for sure! You better do something about that, if you want her to be anything other than a cockhound for big dick!"

Roger nodded, unnoticed by Gem.

Then the Guild Elf squeezed his cock in both her strong hands, and, with another gush, a minor one, another finger thick worm of left over wadd started its long, slow path out the tip of his prick to slide, slowly and greasily, down his foot and a half length of shaft.

It didn't stand a chance. With a lightning-like whipping motion her tongue flashed out, snagged the end, and sent it into her drooling mouth. Impatiently she sucked the rest of the strand right out of his cock!

He felt the worm slide rapidly out of him and into her!

No sooner did she gulp down that hunk of Roger's coagulated reproductive protein than her mouth opened yet again and her cock-ingesting head dropped.

"No!" Roger gasped, palm softly but firmly against her forehead, stopping her head's descent. "There are...other things I...er...we must do!"

"Wha...?" Gem gasped, looking at him over her stopped forehead. "I want to suck you again!? You don't want that?! I'll suck all the way...M'Lord...to completion...I'll swallow! I won't spit it out! Promise! M'Lord?"

His steel bar hard prick jerked in her greedy gasp, his cockhead whipsawing under her chin.

"Some other time, Gem...Lady Gem!" Roger replied, sitting up.

Gem didn't move, even kept her firm, almost desperate grip on his prick.

"I want...we need to fuck!" he added, trying hard not to grin.

Gem's bimbo smile dropped. For just a moment she started to look like the old Gem (Who wouldn't be caught dead blowing Roger, god or no!). "I can't!" she replied, like the old Gem...a slightly desperate Gem. "Not in-front of my troops!"

Roger wanted to reply, "But its okay to suck me off like I'm your steed! Right?" But his new found brilliance at becoming Loki stopped him. It is good to be a god!

Instead, "I'm going to fuck your ass, Gem!" He didn't suppress his grin this time!

Gem's eyes widened in alarm. "No! You mustn't! I must keep my Voice of Command! Look," she grasped, releasing abruptly his jerking meat. "See? I can control the Curse of the Dark Lords! See? I don't need to...suck...you..."

Then, to prove her lying, she looked down at his prick just under her chin and, seeing yet another gob of sperm bubbling out the tip, licked her lips...

Real hungrily!

She looked up in a jerk as Roger started to rise. She jumped up just before him. "No! I...I...cannot permit it! I must command..."

Roger was not happy as he went on. He suddenly realized that he was no longer enjoying thinking about what he was going to do to Gem. But it had to be done! He stood before the frowning, head shaking Elf and seized the bottom of her, admittedly, stuffed vest and pulled it up over her head.

Like a child not wanting to change clothes for bed, Gem continued to frown, and shake her head, but her arms went right up as the vest rose and she didn't make a move to strike him nor move away from him.

He dropped the vest, staring at Gem's Elf-typically perfect conical beauties. Just noticeably smaller than Flare's, they were still over a Human Male's handful...His handful. As she sourly looked up at him, topless, those babyfeeding beauties quivered a few times as he dropped her vest...quivered tightly like over-firm jello.

Her fiery pink, puffy nipples were furiously hard at their tips.

Then she looked down, and her hands gripped him again, jacked him, and he immediately began drooling down her smooth, flat belly.

Once she had him breathing hard, she looked up as him with wide and white eyes, pleading for him not to go on.

Grimly he took her by her shoulders and spun her around to face out of the stables. Then he squatted down behind her.

As he gripped the waistband of her tights, he saw her fists alongside her hips quiver in their maximal clenching. Then he simply yanked her pants down...

"What an ass!" he involuntarily gasped out, eyes fixed on the Flare quality butt in his face!

Two meaty loaves, glass smooth and flawlessly rotund, thrust into his face. He literally could not see the bottom of that dark crack before his nose! It looked like he could bury his face between those bubblebuns!

Yet, in-spite of her furiously clenched fists, the bottom of both buns were literally dripping with girl lube!

Gem gasped when he reverently kissed each of her cheeks before he rose behind her.

She gasped again, even louder, when his jutting prick slipped between her thighs and pressed right up against the bottom of her pussy.

Roger winced as the Elf dutifully soaked his cockshaft with her overly abundant pussy juice as he reached around her rigid upper arms and shoulders to cup her heavenly tits.

And they were heavenly. Firm, smooth, dense and, of course, distinctly pointed, they resembled Hershey kisses. He gripped them with typical Male forcefulness but, instead of protesting his crude Manhandling of her chestfruit, she whimpered oh so delightfully as her pebble hard pointed nipples dug into his palms.

Roger kissed Gem's right shoulder, then buried his face into her neck. He felt her stiffen when he sucked on her neck a little, then she relaxed as his cock sawed to and fro between her thighs.

"I want you!" he fiercely whispered into her long, pointed ear and he saw her gnaw on her lower lip. "I must take you, Gem! You know that!"

Abruptly she seemed to become her old self for a moment. Her eyes were wet as she briefly nodded.

Roger slid his right hand down from her boob, over that flat, smooth, heaving belly till his fingers gently slid over her bald mound and into her long, floppy, and soaked labia.

She moaned loudly, slutily, as his middle finger circled her rock hard, little clit. Then her thighs clamped down on his prick between them...

"Do what you must, M'Lord!" she bravely gasped. "You are right! I cannot control it anymore! What I did to you...I am ashamed of! I must be stopped from humiliating myself any further!"

Roger hesitated. Did she mean that great blowjob humiliated her?! She did it, after all! I didn't beg her for it! Hell, I didn't even ask for it! And she was ashamed of doing it when it was her idea?! Can't I do anything right with this babe?

After a count, Gem added in another gasp, "Do what you will with me, Sire! I must be stopped! I could betray my Sister's...just for another mouthful of evil Dark Lord spooge! Do it, M'Lord! Fuck my ass! Now! Don't make me wait any longer! PLEASE!"

In sudden passion he crushed her back against him, diddling her dripping girl slit and mauling her boob as he kissed and sucked freely her delicious neck.

"Please!" she gasped again.

Roger saw another Elf step up before Gem.

Swiftsword!

Naked!

What a rack!

She smiled up at him and the sweating, honking Gem. "Let me help, M'Lord!" she said, stepping up.

Then she kissed Gem. Not a 'say good-by to your GrandMa', type of kiss, but an awesome, deep tongue, throat fucking, soul stealing, Male heart breaking, pussy enslaving lesbian-conquest kiss.

In short a typical Guild Elf kiss!

Roger just gawked at them, not even taking advantage of their preoccupation by groping Swiftsword's melons!

It was that good of a kiss!

When, centuries later, Swiftsword broke the kiss, her demure and flushed face looked up at Roger. "Lift her, M'Lord!" she husked.

Her nipples where a good half inch long and her slightly rounded belly was heaving, it was that good a kiss!

Gem had her bimbo smile back as Roger reached down behind the Elf.

He gripped the backs of both her thighs, almost halfway down each. Then he lifted Gem.

She felt light as a feather as her knees went up until they were even with her hips and Gem came off the ground in a seating position in Roger's omnipotent hands.

And it did seem that she weighed hardly anything!

"See?" came that loud but increasingly friendly voice echoing in his head. "It's good to be a god! Can I make fuckable Elves or can't I! And wait until you get her outside! You're going to have your hands...er...and other parts full of Guild pussy tonight!"

Roger felt hands on his dripping with girl juice cock. As he held Gem aloft, the bottom of her bubblebutt about even with his navel, who had to be Swiftsword maneuvered his meat beneath her.

Then the tip of his cockhead was encased in hot tight lips.

"OOOOO!" Gem went as Swiftsword gripped Gem by the top of her thighs.

Then she pulled down...

And Gem shrieked like a banshee as Roger's entire glans was enclosed in monstrous, tight heat!

Then Gem's claws gripped the sides of his hips, digging in.

Roger's eyes widened with the pain, in-spite of the wickedly pleasant heat of Gem's bowels around his pud.

"Ease up, babe!" Roger growled into Gem's ear as her head fell back onto his shoulder.

She just tightened her grip further.

"Damn!" Roger gasped.

He looked down, between Gem's jutting tits, and saw Swiftsword's beaming face looking up at them. She nodded happily.

Roger was sweating. Gem's claws hurt! Seriously! Like ten little switchblades stabbing into the flesh over the edges of his hips! Then he looked down again, Swiftsword had wrapped her arms around the outside and top of Gem's full, horizontal thighs once again.

Then she put her weight on those arms and Gem began down...

"OOOOHHHH!" went Gem as she sank.

"OOOHHHH!" went Roger as incredible silken heat relentlessly swallowed up his jerking, iron-bar hard cock, from the top down. Even though his brain was swamped with masculine pleasure, he could still estimate what was happening down there.

Gem's nearly virginal bowels (at least over the last three thousand years or so) were being wrapped around his half a meter of god-cock!

The Elf's head tossed mindlessly as more and yet more of Roger's arm thick prick disappeared into her back pore. Other than occasional whimpers, she didn't...couldn't say a thing coherent as she dutifully swallowed up Roger's porn dimensioned organ.

To Roger, though, incredibly, she didn't seem to be NOT enjoying it!

And Roger definitely WAS enjoying it! Every velvety, gut hot inch of female bowels that he disappeared into!

And when she hit 'bottom'! When Gem's rounded bubblebutt buns just grazed the tops of Roger's newly muscled thighs, when he hit her 'spot' far, far up Gem's digestive track, and when her eyes lit up like WWII searchlights, her madly stretched anal sphincter clamped down on the base of his swallowed cock, throttling his 'manhood' most effectively!

Then the Elf began howling in great and honest sincerity!

Roger looked down again and Swiftsword's still beaming face was partially obscured by Gem's swollen belly, her navel nearly inverted, her abdomen newly sticking out so far...

As it should, with the Elf sitting on, or around, nearly half a meter of four inch wide godcock!

Gem was whimpering oh so prettily as Swiftsword rose. She cupped his low hanging balls as she excitedly spoke, "Oh, you go so deep into us, M'Lord! So deep! Will you fuck my ass later? Please?"

Roger had to grin, he couldn't help it!

No real Man could not have helped grinning with a delicious teen-like Elf squirming her butt around his monstrously swollen, and indefatigable demon-sized cock!

Nodding to Swiftsword, he stepped out through the open end of the stable, and into the corral, where the other Elves were busy preparing camp. With the first sight of their Commander, 'Lady' Gem, carried by Roger, impaled on His Cock, all work abruptly stopped with a collective, simultaneous and quite spontaneous gasp.

He stopped close enough to the...huge...fire that he and his 'partner' were well illuminated. Then he stood, legs set apart, facing the startled yet beginning to get hot Elves, and began to raise Gem up and down, up and down over his immovable prick.

And Gem squealed, loudly and compulsively, as he effortlessly, and remorselessly, raised and lowered her. At the bottom of each fulfilling and most satisfying (to him) drop, crushing her 'spot', she would acknowledge his impact by a delightful, though loud, shriek. When her powerful sphincter would vividly grip the base of his cock.

And when he pulled her back up, she cooed wonderfully! "OOOOO!"

He looked up, looking at the incredible numbers of stars overhead in the moonless night sky. Probably stopped the rotation of the sky, he told himself. So to have enough time for each and every one of these Elves to 'worship' their God!

Roger sped up his raising and, especially, lowering of Gem upon his pole.

Its good to be a god! he decided.

Gem's squeals echoed over the low hilly grassland.

Desiree walked into the Dungeon just as Cassiopeia finished breaking Miriam. The Wood Elf was on her tip toes, driving, holding, grinding her clit as hard and far up Miriam's swollen belly as she could.

Miriam hung limp from her bound arms, her eyes rolled up, her tongue hanging out and drooling. Except for rhythmic belly convulsions accompanied by grunts of orgasm, the Guild Elf was unconscious.

So intent was Cassiopeia in achieving orgasm herself, way, way up Miriam's stuffed guts, that she didn't even notice Desiree's arrival until the Aesir gently cupped the Wood Elf's rock hard and flexed right asscheek.

With a wide eyed gasp, Cassiopeia looked quickly over at Desiree. Recognizing her, she almost reflexively dropped her eyes to the permanent bulge in the front of her skirt.

Desiree smiled, "My Dear, how is your...interrogation going?" Her hand, those long fingernails of that hand, roamed over the Wood Elf's buns, making those ass muscles jump wherever she went. "Have you learned anything...worth while?"

After gasping from Desiree's groping, Cassiopeia nodded. "From this Elf, not much. She has been serving under Dragonshaft since this Roger got here. But Stryker, before I fucked her unconscious, confirmed most of what Janey and the others have told you about him."

Desiree's hand slid down the Wood Elf's deep asscrack...her soaked asscrack, until she reached the pussy...the dripping wet pussy.

Cassiopeia gasped more as her labia were parted and her twat thoroughly explored.

Desiree sent her other hand under the Elf's armpit and cupped her nearest tit. With perfect gentleness and knowledge, she tormented Cassiopeia. "You have not cum, have you?"

Cassiopeia looked at the grunting Miriam, then shook her head. "Not with this Elf, no!" Then the Wood Elf looked back at her Mistress...with suddenly hopeful eyes.

Desiree's smile widened. Her pussy buried hand found the Elf's clit base, the only part not buried in Miriam's fucked ass. She smugly listened to Cassiopeia's renewed gasps and whines as she stroked the stump of the clit. "You deserve a reward for your labors for me!" she husked, hot and suggestively into Cassiopeia's ear. "Pull out and I will reward you...appropriately!"

Abruptly Cassiopeia pulled her wet hips back, until her clit slipped out of Miriam with a sloppy pop. Then she lowered the Guild Elf's legs.

She turned, eager and hopeful eyes locking on her Mistress' red eyes.

Desiree nonchalantly wrapped her long hands around the stiffly jerking clit Cassiopeia presented her. "You may release me!" Desiree said down to the Elf.

With the briefest of stiff nods, Cassiopeia complied, sweeping aside Desiree's skirt in front and skillfully catching her fully erect Loki Cock as it flipped up.

The two pressed their phalli against one another's, comparing them, one to the other.

Cassiopeia moaned loudly. Desiree's Cock wasn't only a 'real' Cock, with huge balls, but she was a good inch thicker and two inches longer than the Wood Elf's 'inferior' clit!

Somehow that made the Wood Elf's thighs quiver in submissive lust!

Easily, dominately, Desiree pulled on Cassiopeia's clit, forcing an immediate breathless gasp from the Elf, then forcing her upon her toes in wild, leg locking pleasure.

"Feel good?" the Mistress smirked down on the grimacing Elf.

All Cassiopeia could do was nod.

"Want to cum, my slave? Want me to jack you off?" Desiree's smirk was outrageous.

Cassiopeia couldn't care less. But she did shake her head, quickly and stiffly.

Desiree's smile didn't waver. "Then what do you want from me?"

Desiree felt her drooling cock throttled in Cassiopeia's twin grasp. "Fuck me, Mistress!" the Elf pleaded. "Let me suck you...cum all over my face...and then fuck me...deep and hard! Please!" She started jacking the huge pole, shuddering as the red hot precum poured down her heaving belly.

Desiree chuckled, planting her hand upon Cassiopeia's head, right between those long, pointed ears. "Let's see how much you can swallow!" Then she pushed down.

And a broadly smiling Elf quickly, without any resistance, dropped to her knees.

"And watch the...teeth, my dear!"

Eagerly the vampire opened her mouth to its widest. There was no sign of fangs. Desiree hauled Cassiopeia's head towards her, fearlessly wrapping the vampire's head around the first half foot of wickedly thick cock in one gagging gulp!

Then she relaxed her grip and watched Cassiopeia started forcing yet more steely hard cock down her straining, slurping, gagging throat.

"AAAH!" went the Aesir. "That's my Wood Elf! All of it! I know you can swallow all of me...if you just try hard enough!" Then she felt the Wood Elf's long talons grip her melon sized, low hanging balls.

Desiree then knew Cassiopeia was going to try hard enough!

The Wood Elf was driving, plunging down and pulling her head back in easily foot long strokes, when Desiree looked over to see Miriam gawking at Cassiopeia's oral service not three feet before her.

But her nipples were still furiously erect, her loins still shiny with her copious dew, and there was a distinct look of...hunger on her face!

Then their eyes locked, and Miriam was hooked. "You want some of this, Elf?" Desiree, in a...dangerous voice, asked the once again panting Elf.

Miriam just moaned...hungrily. Her eyes were glowing, when they were opened, and she licked her lips maniacally with each of Cassiopeia's loud, forced gags.

"If you beg properly, I'll let you get on your knees and suck, too!"

Miriam looked about ready to do that, when another voice interrupted, "Don't you dare, you Bitch!"

Miriam and Desiree looked over to the other side of the room to see a very conscious, and angry, Stryker hanging from the ceiling! The buff Elf still looked shiny and sweaty, still beautifully naked, as well as seriously pissed!

"Well, well! If it isn't my favorite Guild cocksucker! With us again!" Desiree taunted, forcing even more cock down the red faced, noisily choking Wood Elf cocksucker kneeling before her. "What is the matter, Elf-cocksucker? Do you want to be in Cassiopeia's place? Let's see, the last time you were before me, you were doing exactly what Cassiopeia is doing now!" Then, grabbing the Wood Elf by the top of her head, a suddenly gasping and shuddering Desiree cried, "And, if I remember, I...came...all over...your...UNG!"

Suddenly to long jets of pearly eggwhite shot from the gagging Cassiopeia's nostrils as her hips began to hump in untouched orgasm, kneeling before the cuming Aesir.

Both Guild Elves could not possibly look away as Desiree pulled her jumping, maximally swollen, furiously jetting cum-hose from the flooded mouth and throat of the slavishly licking, choking, and moaning Wood Elf and proceeded to cover Cassiopeia's upturned and blissfully smiling face and head with a good quart of coiled, high quality, coagulated spooge.

Both Miriam and Stryker hung from their bonds in total silence, glowing eyes wide and mouth's dropped in utter fascination and not some horror. Unblinking, they followed every spew of eggwhite into the Wood Elf's face, hair, long, pointed ears.

Milking those melon sized balls in her strong, fingernail armed fingers, Cassiopeia moaned with each hard, hot, gooey spurt that filled her mouth, plugged a nostril, flooded an eye-socket, or greasily slid down her extended, smooth throat. Never had she been more happier than when her Mistress unloaded...especially into her face!

And both glowing eyed Guild Elves were wishing, sincerely, that they were kneeling where Cassiopeia was!

Cassiopeia was quickly, and noisily, cleaning her face of her spooging. Miriam was standing against the wall, knees spread wide, unconsciously offering all of her femininity to Desiree's hand as it groped her dripping wet and wide open pussy. The Guild Elf's eyes still were locked, and glowing, on Desiree's still rigid, still drooling, still awesome Cock slobbering copious and smelly, and very Elf intoxicating, spunk down the Guild Elf Commander's dropped chin and heaving, panting chest. The Guild Elf was starting to gasp from the shocks of pure bliss coming from her tortured clit.

"I have plans for you two!" Desiree said into the cock gawking face of the tied to the wall Guild Elf. "Someone both of you...know about is coming to claim a reward for his services to me..."

"Someone?" Miriam gasped. Then she wailed as Desiree rammed three wide, side by side fingers to the last knuckle up the Guild Elf's soaked puss hole. When the wail subsided, the Aesir started scraping the long claws at the end of those fingers across Miriam's cervix.

Belly quivering, Miriam immediately threw her knees up till they were even with her hips, frantically trying to get Desiree's fingers into her even more deeply.

In a soft voice filled with unimaginable horror Desiree spoke into the Elf's grimacing, sweat dripping face, "Do not interrupt me, Elf-slut! If you do again, I just may not use your ass tonight for my evening pleasure!"

Miriam whimpered like a beaten chihuahua and nodded frantically, her eyes pleading for more...penetration.

Desiree, smirking at the gasp from Miriam when the Aesir yanked her soaked fingers out of her, watched the Elf slump again. Continuing to fondle and grope Miriam's floppy lipped, dripping wet pussy, she continued, "As I was saying, pussy, 'someone' is coming who is quite familiar to both you and Stryker. I plan on giving him one of you two..."

She looked over her shoulder to see Stryker's head pop up. "'One of us'?" she cried. "Who?"

With a little smile Desiree replied, "Dragonshaft!"

She saw the horror on Stryker's face, the Elf's teeth sunk into her lower lip, the wide and white eyes of an Elf remembering back when she was the dominated 'mate' of that sexually omnipotent dragon!

Miriam wailed, attracting Desiree's attention, as the Aesir's answer finally sank into her penetration addled mind. "No! You cannot!" she nearly screamed. "I can't...I won't...never!"

Another smirk from the Dark Mage. "Oh, you WILL, Elf! If I let him get that meter-long horsecock into you, you will happily do whatever...everything he asks...demands of you! Just like the last time he mounted you two!"

She saw on the faces of both Elves the truth in her words!

"Very good! Now that I have your attention, let me explain how the...lucky Elf will be chosen! When Dragonshaft arrives, I have planned to have...entertainments in his honor! He has been very useful and successful in his endeavors for me! I want it to be known, far and wide, how generous I am to my successful associates! So, since he has already 'had' each of you, and he has voiced his desire to 'have' either of you again...and again!...and Again!, you two will combat...sex wrestle...for the honor of being his strumpet for the next, oh, century or so! The victor of the combat goes to Dragonshaft. What you agree to do with him, I'll leave up to him! I think, in any case, he will be satisfied! As for the loser...she gets me!" And Desiree flexed her still awesomely erect, eighteen inch Loki Cock. A nightcrawler thick, foot long strand of pure reproductive protein slipped out the tip at the top of the cock's arch and slapped across Cassiopeia's face.

She didn't seem to notice the slapping arrival of additional spooge, her tongue scooping it up along with the previously deposited wadd and automatically shoveling it down her throat.

Roger was in his glory! And he was about to cum for it!

After raising and lowering a squealing, sitting in his hands Gem for a good long while, watching amused as her eyes swept the night sky like a pair of searchlights, he finally put her where he REALLY wanted her: Laid over the ubiquitous camp log on her belly, with her stuffed bubblebutt offered up...way up!... at him! Just like he did Flare that night oh so long...too long...ago!

Damn did that Elf squeal when he again and powerfully buried himself between those two meat-loaves! In this position, and with him quite thoughtlessly fucking without restraint into Gem's offered up and delicious Guild Elf, mount exercised, booty-dimensioned, deep cleft ass, he must be going deeper than her 'spot'!

He certainly was not just striking, but crushing that nerve bundle at the base of her spine...the base of her Central Nervous System (or what Elves had instead)! He didn't know for sure, but it looked to him that Gem was fucked not only stupid, but into another world!

And did it feel good!

Roger had leered down at the beautiful blond buttfuck Babe, congratulating himself for having, through no choice or act of his own, mind you, a honking Elf breaker so big that no Elf could maintain her composure, self-respect, or self-consciousness once it was thundering up her bowels!

But, after all the grief Gem had put him through since he first met her, on a sex-wrestling mat, he deserved, he felt, a moment of triumph over the bitch...er...babe!

Fuck her!

Then her bowels clamped down on him and it was a howling, flashlight eyed, machine-gun anal orgasm Gem back in charge!

And now we are to the present, and Roger is in crisis...and losing to Gem's magnificent butt!

But he couldn't...wasn't about to!...stop fucking that Guild Elf Commander's ass! Even if she sucked both his nuts through his prick, he wasn't...even if he COULD!...stopping!

With a rapid, spastic motion he took his hands off the ground alongside the log and under the still howling Elf and filled them with Gem's swollen babyfeeders. Her nipples dug into his palms as she wriggled her buns around his plowing meat.

She had been incoherent since he started lowering her upon his upright pole, but her body appeared to be on automatic. It knew what it was doing!

Her bowels had been sucking on his prick for a good eon or more, now, he estimated. Sucking on his plowing Cock with moist, hot, velvety walls that were sending him, helplessly, up a wall with his every thrust.

And, just like all males trapped in pussy/ass, like a moth to a flame, he wasn't/couldn't stop!

He bit down on Gem's sweet shoulder, feeling his prick start its pre-orgasmic jerking.

Gem cried out...to Roger it sounded like she was laughing...in triumph as she sucked him into helpless male bliss...

Gripping her by her perfect mammalian hand holds, he went into rutting stage, driving his swallowed prick into the Elf in short, fast, maximally powerful drives...

Drives to his own reward...

And, with each furious, buttock compressing thrust, Gem barked like a dog: "Arf! Arf! Arf!"

Roger was rising, rising, rising...then someone stabbed him in the back!

'Someone' picked up his stuffed and huge balls in dainty, talon armed hands. Then 'she' lathed red hot Elf saliva all over them!

Roger whimpered into Gem's ear!

Whimpered! Like a whipped dog!

He swore Gem chuckled.

When, seconds later, his tormentor (Who he suspected as being Swiftsword but it could have been any nubile Guild monster!) sank her claws into those drenched babymakers, Roger surrendered...

Willingly!

"Squeal!" went Gem with Roger's first massive bolt of manchowder spewed into her pierced guts from the semantic fire hose he once called his prick.

Roger just...could only...grind his buried fire hose into the rapidly filling bowels of the wonderful Elf serving and squealing beneath him. He simply could do nothing else.

It was long moments of Roger grunting, his prick pulsing each time his balls were crushed, and, most notably, Gem's delightful squeals as her flooded guts growled and took spew after relativistic accelerated spew.

When Roger finally collapsed, Gem reached back and gripped, painfully, the right side of his no longer driving hips. As Roger winced from her claws, he heard the Guild Elf Commander gasp, "Thank you, M'Lord! I needed that! I'll always be your Elf!"

Then Roger looked up to see a half dozen Elves standing in a row not three feet before him. Not a handkerchief for clothes between them. Each with a frigging hand buried in their wet, shiny loins and a pair of wide and white anime eyes fixed on his.

Then the chorus of bratty, High School bimbo voices hit him: "Fuck me, M'Lord! It is my turn, M'Lord! Use me, M'Lord! It has been too long, M'Lord, I...I need you! Fuck my ass, M'Lord! Can I suck you, M'lord? I'll swallow! I swallow, too! Please!"

As he stared up in disbelief, but already feeling the passion, heat, lust rising within him...AGAIN!...he heard from inside his head: "All-Right! It is good to be a god! Well, buddy, your...our...work is cut out for us! I hope they stopped the sky, cause I feel like dumping a couple...three loads into each one!"

As the renewal of his lust, and strength, swept up from his burning, refilling balls, Roger couldn't help the anticipatory grin creasing his face. His eyes fixed on the soaked cameltoe of the Elf directly before him. He couldn't look up high enough to see her face, but, at that moment, he thought: "Doesn't matter. What he could see was plenty invitation enough!"

That voice immediately replied, "That's the spirit! I'll make a Loki out of you yet!"

Roger lost his grin, then, looking down at the motionless Gem beneath him, he lowered his head and tenderly kissed her shoulder, right where he had bit her. Softly he whispered, "Thank you, Gem...er...Lady Gem! You will always be MY Elf!" Then he flexed his still huge, still steely erect, and still completely buried cock up the Elf's butt. Gem jumped and squealed delightfully and on que. "And I always will be your god!"

Then he began the long and complicated process of withdrawing eighteen inches of arm thick god-cock from an Elf's big ass and small hole...

He had...work to do...god's work!

Flare looked up with a start as Desiree entered her bedroom...Flare's latest 'home'! Their eyes locked as the Aesir strode up to her. Right before the Aesir stopped, Flare rose to her feet, deliciously naked.

But ready!

She had thought long and hard about this upcoming bout! If, and she had no evidence that Desiree was lying this time, this redheaded...bimbo WAS Lord Roger's...WIFE, she had to do something! For near three thousand years the Guild had been preparing, planning for the next Loki! Now that they had Him, no member of the Guild could be persuaded to let a...a...Human female take Him away from the Guild!

They needed their god too much! Only He could protect them from Dark Lord sexual tyranny; from Desiree's totally evil machinations towards seizing their chastity (what there was!), honor, bodies!

As the Loki Kai proved, the Guild was helpless in the face of Desiree's sexual Black Magick! They had to have a God to protect them!

And how do you keep a God around, except by offering Him your delicious, well trained, and well 'equipped' bodies?

No! This 'Janey' must not be permitted to take her Roger...their Lord Roger, from the Guild!

Flare didn't know if this...Janey knew what a "Defeat by the Fist!" was, but she was determined that, after their bout, the redheaded cow would be an expert at RECEIVING it!

"Flare, are you prepared for this bout?" Desiree said, somewhat formally.

Flare nodded. Her jaw was set, her hands rock-like fists at her sides...she was ready!

"Well, in that case, I am here to tell you that I wish you to lose this bout!"

Flare did a double-take. "What?!" she half gasped, half roared back at the red eyed Aesir. "You must be mad! I am sworn to protect my Guild, my Loki, and I will not let some...some..."

"Human?" Desiree suggestively interrupted.

Flare just stood upright, breathing deeply and noisily through flared nostrils. Then, "I will not lose this bout! Not to that bimbo! Do you think she is his wife!? Do you believe that she could take Loki from us?!"

Desiree thought a moment, then her little smile returned. "It does not matter. She and her...position...are useful to me! And I don't want her to be fucked brain-dead by you! You are notorious within the Guild for breaking Human females with your fist!"

Now it was Flare's turn to smile...a little.

"I do not want this Janey permanently damaged! Do you hear me?" Desiree leaned forward with the last sentence, her eyes glowing a very dangerous red.

Fear suddenly, but briefly, shot up Flare's spine as she looked at those eyes. She knew, as all Guild Elves now knew, what Desiree could force on them through those evil eyes.

Black Magick!

Sexual Black Magick!

She had already enslaved Flare with that magick! She could do worse to her, through those eyes!

Much worse!

Flare steeled herself. "She will not win today! My honor does not permit it!" She raised her head further and stuck out her jaw (and tits!) at the frowning Aesir.

Why do these damn little fuck-toy Elves act so brave the more...hopeless their situation! Desiree thought. They are such pains in the ass! Am I going to have to cripple their minds to get them to obey me? What good is it being a Mistress of Evil and Sexual Black Magick if my fuck toys don't OBEY ME!

Shaking her head again at the stubborn, downright heroic Flare, Desiree said, calmly, "So be it!" Then her eyes flashed, again!

And Flare gasped hoarsely, again!

Instantly her nipples were aching, jutting pebbles of extreme sensitivity. As she staggered, almost collapsing to her knees before the Aesir, once again, her sweet, clear feminine fluid dribbled in sheets down the insides of her firm, smooth, athletic thighs.

It was all Flare could do not reach between her spread thighs and furiously frig herself!

"I didn't want to do that!" a frustrated Desiree spoke over Flare's whining. "But you damn Guild Elves just do not compromise, do you? Well, don't worry. This is a slightly different form of the cast I used on you earlier. It will not force you to orgasm. But, your clit and other parts have been aroused to the peak of pre-orgasmic tension. With what I, and especially Cassiopeia have taught her about lesbian techniques, especially with her mouth...of which she is unusually talented, for a Human, if she gets her lips around your clit...you'll be cuming before you know it!

"It is the best I can do without making it obvious I'm rigging the bout! So, I suppose, its all for the good! You damn Guild Elves are so high and mighty about your promises you probably couldn't throw a match without publicly flogging yourself over your 'dishonesty'! How you can keep the knowledge of Janey from your Loki beats me! But, I will take care of that little detail very soon!

"Now, stop your panting and lets get out there! Everything is prepared! If you pull this off, I'll fuck your ass tonight to remove the casting!" Then Desiree took a moment to leer at Flare's shiny wet bubblebutt. "That I promise!"

Roger had to admit that he was seriously, and hopefully not smugly, self-satisfied with himself this evening! The stars were moving again, so the time to bed down was approaching. The bonfire had naturally sunk by now to just a regular campfire, and all the Elves were bedded down, in pairs of course, in a semicircle with him in the middle.

Gem was cuddled up to him on his right, and Swiftsword was on his left, each had wrapped their strong, smooth thighs around his, keeping his legs spread...for their access to him. He was resting his somewhat sore back on the log, and his arms were behind the backs of the two thigh straddling Elves, his hands each full of a meaty Guild Elf bun.

He had just finished 'satisfying' the remaining half dozen Guild Elves...and, smugly he realized, he had fucked each and every one of them into fucking stupor, leaving them laying with cute little smiles on their adorable faces, and their bellies swollen like melons from all the goo he 'selflessly' and generously left in them!

Two of them, Swiftsword included, were 'scratchers', which was why his back was sore. Back on Earth his very mortal, hardly divine back would have been torn literally to ribbons by those two clawed beauties. Instead, here, just some rapidly healing scratches.

But getting those scratches...

Was this place great or what?!

Gem, on his right, was idly jacking his still huge cock. Her eyes glowed and she had the biggest, most self-satisfied grin on her beautiful face as he ever saw on her.

For the hundredth time, he realized that he was still ready for more! Every few strokes of Gem's dwarfed but strong hand generated yet another off-white worm out his prick tip. With hardly a sound Gem's tongue was always there and ready.

The worms never had a chance to slide down his prick...

Swiftsword was just as dedicated and obsessed with his balls. First keeping them hot and wet with her tireless tongue, then milking his still stuffed eggs expertly so Gem would have a never ending supply of wadd worms to feed on...

All through the night!

Was this place great or what?!

Then, for the umpteenth time, Gem bent her head and tenderly kissed him...right on his cockhead! "Thank you, M'Lord!" she would tenderly whisper...to that cockhead!

But intending her reverence for him, or his cock alone, he didn't know.

Not wanting to spoil the moment, he never asked.

Then, silently and abruptly, an golden colored, rectangular disk with curved corners appeared with a brief flash, winding up hovering some ten feet up right over the middle of the corral! It was positioned so everyone of the Elves, and one God, could see it clearly without rising from their bedrolls.

It took just a moment before not only Roger and Gem, but every Elf, asleep or not, was up, staring at it.

It was about the size of a 70 inch plasma TV!

"What the..." Roger started.

Then it lit up!

With Desiree's face in the middle!

"Desiree!" Gem growled. But she kept on jacking him.

Desiree looked over the stirring encampment before focusing on Roger in the middle. She broke out in a hideous grin. "Well, well! If it is not Gem, my old love and bed-warmer!"

Roger saw Gem blush vividly as she momentarily looked down.

She kept on jacking him, however!

"And I see she still has the...predilection for playing with big dicks!" Desiree laughed, watching Gem continue to milk him.

Then the Aesir looked up into Roger's face. "She got that love for REAL divine Cock from me, you know!"

Roger frowned, but thought it better, from painfully learned male experience, not to say anything.

"Has she blown you yet? Probably! I couldn't keep her big, hot mouth off of me, once she got a taste of REAL Cock!"

"What do you want, Desiree?" Gem impatiently replied finally.

She still jacked him!

Then Desiree looked into Roger's eyes. "And you must be Roger? The impersonator of Loki?"

Roger's temper flared, but again he kept quiet.

But that voice in his head, unheard from for hours, suddenly roared, "Fuck you, Bitch! And in the ass, too!"

Roger had to grin, a little bit.

Desiree's smirk dropped a bit with his smirk.

"Just what do you want, Desiree?" Gem said again.

She began jacking him faster!

"Does he feel as big as me, Gem? Does his scum taste as good as my semen, you delicious Elf babe?" Desiree taunted, leering.

In response, Gem pointed Roger's meat straight up. His bone nearly blocked Gem's face from Desiree's view. "Actually, Desiree, he's a little BIGGER than you, if you must know!"

Then her jackoff hand became a blur, flying up and down his wide shaft furiously. At the same time Swiftsword took his hard balls in each of her hands and squeezed...just hard enough!

With a soft but ragged hiss Roger pushed his hips into Gem's very pleasant meat beating fist, fucking his throbbing prick through her bone beating, cock gripping hand. Then gobs of man-goo, big, lumpy and slimy gobs belched up from his slit and rolled down his visibly throbbing cockshaft, quickly coating her jacking hand with cum that resembled wedding cake icing...at least in appearance.

Then Gem slowed her handjob and leaned forward. Roger gasped raggedly when he felt her feet long tongue go to work on his slimy offering of Guild Elf food.

Desiree was not smiling when, less than a minute later, Gem finished polishing off Roger's now purple cockhead. "Delicious!" Gem finally said, with great enthusiasm. "Tastes better than you, if you must know, Desiree!" Then, "Burp!"

"Pardon me!" Gem said in exaggeration, tapping her lips with her other hand. Her jacking hand never stilled.

After a moment of barely restrained fury, Desiree's smile returned. "I am so very happy for you, Gem, that you have found a...Man who's wadd tastes so good, to you! Tell me, how often does he let you get on your knees and suck him off? Or, does he ask you to nurse on him? Does he beg? Tell me, Elf!"

"If you must know, Desiree, Lord Roger does not have to 'ask' anyone for service! He gets offers, unlike you, from literally hundreds of Guild Elves each day!"

Abruptly Desiree's smile broadened, "I am so very glad to hear THAT, Guild Elf! And, as a matter of fact, so is someone else!"

Now Gem frowned. Roger, with his throbbing prick in her delicious jackoff, couldn't smile if he wanted to!

Desiree, barely repressing herself, stepped back so all could see the scene behind her. It was her Throne Room, and there was a wide, thick wrestling mat and two female figures standing at opposite ends...

When Roger's sight focused on the first of two figures, he gasped, "Flare!"

Gem was right behind him with her gasp. She instinctively squeezed his shaft, hard, and a worm of cum shot up out the tip like toothpaste out of a tube.

"Flare!" Gem gasped, sounding like she was about to cry.

Then Roger looked at the other figure...and his blood ran cold...

Even before he could get completely focused on her, something in his mind, his subconscious, told him: "Janey!" he whispered.

"Oh, shit!" he added.

Gem turned her head around to stare at him, his last worm of goo hanging from her chin. "Who?"

Desiree answered. "Let me introduce tonight's entertainment! We have a special treat tonight! A combat...a sexual combat between a denizen of the Human realm against a famous sex fighter of the Guild!"

In the background a roar of cheers and applause from the Orcs and Elves followed.

Desiree quickly went on, "With no further delay, let me introduce the Human sex warrior...Janey..."

"Oh, SHIT" Roger gasped, loud enough for all to hear.

"Who?" Gem asked him again. The worm of cum was gone.

"My WIFE! Who I came to rescue!"

"Oh Shit!" Gem replied, looking back at the disk.

It was Janey, for certain. Red, curly hair, big, pear shaped tits with those bright pink nipples. Wide hips and thighs, sparse bright red bush, always wet, flaming pink pussy...

She was not smiling! She must have heard Gem's taunt to Desiree!

Roger wished he had spoken up! That Desiree knew how to set up Guild Elves!

"And her opponent, who needs no introduction!" Desiree triumphantly went on. "Flare of the Guild! The bout is one orgasm, winner take all! And the winner gets the rights to Lord Roger...the latest manifestation of Loki the Belly Stuffer! The loser loses the rights to the new Lord Loki!"

Gem, shaking her head, rubbed Roger's cockhead on her cheek. She didn't say anything as Roger coated her cheek with drooling wadd.

However cheering from the Elves alongside did start up: "Fuck that Human bitch!" "Give her the Fist!" "Make her scream!" "Sit on her face!" "Make her walk bowlegged!"

Gem started up her jacking, again.

"Flare looks...turned on!" Gem said to Roger's cock. "Look at her nipples! I wonder if Desiree is up to her tricks, again!"

"Uh," Roger started to say to the back of Gem's back, "I did come her to rescue her...could we...can we...get her..."

"What would you do if we did get her from Desiree?" Gem came back, speaking solely to his, once again, drooling cockhead. "If she wanted to go back...to Earth...would you...go?...Leave us...unprotected...without a messiah?..."

Roger could feel her torrid breath bathe his glans with hot cinnamon. "Well, I guess I would have to...she is my wife!..."

Gem just kept going, "...leave us without...a messiah...without feeding us..." Then her head dropped and Roger felt searing, wet vacuum encase his cockhead.

"Wait!" he gasped as Gem's jacking dramatically sped up. "I...I...really should get...her back! It's my duty! Wait! Don't..."

Then Gem, head bobbing ever farther down his arm thick shaft, gripped his right thigh in her free hand while, simultaneously, Swiftsword, on his other side, grabbed his left. Together, with a no-nonsense jerk, spread his legs obscenely wide, fully exposing his swollen and full testicles to all.

"This is your duty!" Swiftsword, whose mouth was the only one not full of Roger, dove down between his wide spread thighs.

"OOOHHH!" Roger moaned as more boiling hot pleasure soaked his tender, defenseless eggs, resting on the blanket between his legs.

"Begin!" cried Desiree.

Roger, as well as nearly every Elf there (Swiftsword having her face wrapped with Roger's scrotum at the moment!) looked up at the disk.

A furious looking Janey pulled her eyes from looking at Roger being eaten alive and directed all her attention at the...sweaty and wet Guild Elf advancing on her.

Flare smiled and showed the Human her right fist, "Do you know what this is for, Human? You will, shortly!"

Janey nearly screamed back at her, "You little freak! Using sex to ensnare MY Roger! I know your filthy, evil, perverted tricks! Cassiopeia told me all about how you like fucking women with your fists! You just try it! I'm going to kick your fat ass!"

Then Flare lost her smile. With deadly seriousness she took two more steps towards Janey...

Then dropped down on one bent leg and pivoted on it while throwing her other leg stiffly out. Like lightning, she knocked Janey's legs out from under her.

"Yeeah!" Janey screamed as her legs very nearly flew above her head as she went horizontal, then unceremoniously fell onto her back, "OOOF!"

The pad was thick and soft, and Janey only had some air knocked out of her.

But, in a blur, Flare was leaping at Roger's wife, her claws outstretched before her.

Janey screamed as Flare landed on her, planting her right forearm over the redhead's throat. Then, blindly, the Elf slid her left hand over Janey's heaving smooth belly until her fingers slipped out of sight¬between Janey's thighs.

"Oh! OH! OOH!" screamed Janey as the wicked bolts of pleasure shot up her spine as a triumphantly grinning Flare went to merciless work on her pink, stiff little button. Janey's hips quickly started humping sharply up into Flare's expert clit manipulation.

"She's fucked!" came to Roger's ears from his right. Then, from his left, "Flare has never lost to Human pussy! This one is fucked, big time...going faster than most of the rest!" "I love to see those haughty Earth bitches put in their place...under us!"

Then Janey planted both of her feet flat on the mat and shoved mightily up with her hips...

And Flare went flying a good three feet to land with her own "oof!" and bounce another couple of feet before coming to a startled stop.

Roger grinned weakly. He remembered her doing that to him...some months ago...at a neighbor's pool late at night after a party had shut down. He wanted to 'get some' at the spur of the moment (The effects of some drink and seeing all those neighbor's wives running around in swim suits!). She had thrown him into the pool with that hip heave!

Gem, however, was also bobbing her head over his rigid bone, noisily swallowing more and more of him with each plunge. And Roger couldn't ignore half of his meat being swallowed each time...

The Male moaned pitifully, his boiling nuts delivering another monumental 'Elf feeding' into his jumping prick.

Gem continued to bob and suck and gag on him.

She made it downright hard for a guy to watch his wife get raped by a dyke-lesbian D & D character! he silently told himself.

"What did you expect?" came that loud voice in his head. "I made them to separate wives from their husbands! Only they were supposed to rape the wives and kill the husbands! Can't blame me for Flare screwing that up!"

Suddenly Gem pulled off his soaked and rigid shaft. Swallowing and clearing her throat, she beat his spit soaked, jumping cock, admiring openly with a big, self-satisfied smile and wide and white eyes its tersely swollen condition and the now copious precum bubbling up from far below the cockhead. Roger could see her smile happily, like a little girl with a new puppy!

A puppy that was about to explode into her face!

Roger moaned...Swiftsword had one of his melon sized nuts nearly entirely in her mouth, sucking on him! How can she do that?

He spontaneously reached down their backs to fiercely grip the two thigh humping Elves by their ball-breakingly smooth and full asscheeks as he watched, with building horror, and orgasm, as Gem's head descended once again!

"Gulp!" went the Elf.

"Moan!" went the overwhelmed Man!

This time Gem proceeded to swallow a full foot of him before coming back up for air.

"She's got you, big time, buddy!" came that voice. He swore it was chuckling!

Roger, slit eyed, could only nod to no one as he desperately tried to focus on his wife's desperate battle...

This time the two sexy protagonists walked slowly up to each other, not showing any aggressive or violent moves until their jutting tits made first contact. As their mammary glands pressed, molded and surrounded each other, the two sex fighters' arms slowly, cautiously wrapped around each others smooth, svelte backs.

Once they were hotly pressed together, the slightly shorter Flare rose on tip toes to press her lips against a non-resisting Janey's mouth.

Smoothly, as if they had been lovers for years, the two females blended together in a Roger rattling lesbo soul kiss.

Their bodies, firm looking but with enough areas of soft, yielding femininity to press...mold together tightly and naturally, entwined each other. Roger watched over Gem's ever bobbing head as Flare's pointed suck cones pushed into her opponent's softer, bigger boobs. Soon they were enwrapped by Janey's full, slightly slopped boobs, their hard nipples fighting against one another somewhere inside Janey's breasts.

He was absolutely fascinated by the way Janey's softly rounded belly fit perfectly into the slight hollow formed by Flare's tummy, their navels nearly kissing.

Then he saw Flare's hips start rotating against Janey's. The rotating quickly, frictionlessly, turned into grinding, Flare's hairless and jutting mound grinding, because of her slightly shorter stature, right against his wife's clit, just under her red furred mound! Gently, relentlessly, Flare increased the rotational speed, the pressure with her subtle humping.

And Janey suddenly and dramatically responded! An audible inhalation, a slight spreading of Janey's thighs, and Flare's back embracing hands slowly dropped...to his wife's rounded ass!

Possessively Flare sank her claws into Janey's undefended asscheeks, drawing her hips into an even more snug grind against Flare's ever more active humping assault. Roger even though he heard a brief, choked off moan from the redhead. But, before it could be repeated, Janey started to gag...

"Yea! Use that tongue!" he heard husked near him. Like some lecher watching a porn movie, only in a distinctly high pitched feminine voice, it continued in wicked description. "Let her taste it...down her throat so she'll know what is going up her pussy!"

Janey was swaying now, in time with Flare's wicked, irresistible hip grinding dance. The Elf was hauling the Human's hips all around her firm, Guild Elf mound, and Janey's buttocks were flexing and her back shuddering as the quite...inhuman shocks of bald Elf mound grinding down on unhooded Human clit slowly, relentlessly, possessed his Wife!

Roger's cock was jumping, on the verge of cuming himself! Gem was plunging way past the foot long point, almost taking all of him with each wild, head impaling drive. His bone was jumping so much that he feared he'd knock teeth out of the Guild Elf Commander!

He needn't have worried. Gem had him! She was now just maintaining his condition...which was on the verge of a massive, soul crushing, Male sex enslaving spewgasm.

Whenever she wanted!

Gem, in fact, was watching the bout as her head bobbed! So confident was she in controlling her 'god' that she was dragging out Roger's torment. She wanted him to explode in his most dramatic, copious, and, most importantly, mind numbing orgasm of the night...at the same time Flare mercifully finished off his precious, naive wife...

Making her another lesbian slave of the Guild!

And making Roger forget that redheaded bimbo!

Gem's head continued to relentlessly, effectively, and pleasurably bob over three quarters of Roger's godcock...

Janey was moaning now into Flare's mouth! Her own pussy juice was tricking down her own thighs, making her loins look shiny and slick, just like Flare's. But now Janey had gripped Flare's bubblebutt, admittedly physically admiring their jutting perfection.

For a moment she actually thought about excusing Roger's distraction from his rescue mission! This ass would distract a man!

Or woman!

For just a moment Janey wondered what running her tongue up and down that crack would...taste like! She knew what Desiree's and Cassiopeia's asscracks tasted like!

Not bad!

But she hadn't tasted a Guild Elf's...

Had Roger?

Stupid question!

She hauled Flare's hips up slightly with her own, new ass-grip on Guild Elf bubblebutt.

And Flare gasped raggedly and abruptly pulled off her hip grind! Janey watched, confused, as the shuddering Elf staggered backwards a number of steps, panting wildly, eyes wild.

Then Janey looked down, between Flare's smooth thighs and under her equally bald sex mound...

Was that her clit?! It jutted out nearly an inch! She had never seen a clit that hard and unhooded?

That is, except when Roger had patiently and cruelly taken her to the very edge of uncontrollable orgasm...

Usually because he wanted her to do some especially disgusting sex act, like swallow his cum or something like...shudder!...take him in her...behind!

Was this Flare really some lesbian slut, getting horribly aroused just by humping another female?

But the Elf had recovered and was advancing again!

Flare couldn't believe how close to cuming she got when that Human bitch grabbed her ass and raised her grinding hips up just enough for her own clit to make contact with the woman's jutting mound! It was all she could do to stop from coming right in-front of the Human bimbo!

Damn that Desiree! She'll have to use more...compulsive methods after-all! It would have been grand to make...make this house-bimbo scream her love for her Guild Elf conqueror while just kissing...

And before her husband, no less!

Oh well, its even better when she uses her fist!

Flare came on with the unreadable face of a professional killer wanting to get an emotionless, but distasteful murder done with and out of the way. Once again the Elf tripped the Human, hooking the back of Janey's ankles with her foot and watching the startled woman fall on her big butt before her.

Pushing the squeaking 'wife' fully upon her back, Flare knelt over her chest, her knee on the top of Janey's sternum, Janey's right hand pinned under Flare's ankle, the Human's left hand captured in the Elf's left.

Then Flare ominously made her right hand into a fist...

Gem increased the depth and speed of her cocksucking. All around Roger came a chorus of excited, leering female voices: "There's the fist!" "Its all over now!" "Anyone want to bet how much Flare gets into her before the Human breaks?" "I'll go a mug of traveler's ale that the Human bitch can't take more than half a forearm!" "I'll go three quarters!" "Damn, this bitch is so hot she'll go with just the fist in 'er!"

He had lost his ass grip on both his tormenters. They had shifted their hips down his body, wrapping their thighs around his stony hard, flexed thighs. Now the two Elves where actively humping his legs, drenching him with their dew, while their mouths worked him mercilessly.

Swiftsword was using her teeth, as well as her knife-like nails, on his helplessly exposed nuts. The sharp scraping sensations were...heavenly!

How was he going to avoid cuming his brains out if they didn't stop?

His answer was immediate...you're not! They were going to force you to empty yourself down their gullets in time with you're wife's fist-fucked defeat!

And you can't do a thing about it!

Flare was running her knuckles up and down Janey's soaked and naturally bald, pink floppy pussy! Lubricating herself for her victory!

Janey thrashed, but her arms were immobile, she couldn't move her upper body without crushing her neck or chest, and, for some inexplainable reason, she could close her legs on that wicked fist!

Her legs remained wide spread as Flare ground her now wet knuckles down upon Janey's tiny clit, trapping that clit between hard knuckles and equally hard pubic bone. Janey's legs thrashed around under the Elf, doing anything but closing on her.

"Now, bitch!" Flare privately told her victim, then the Elf bent over to bring her fist against the Human's open and exposed pussy opening. Twisting her fist around and around that opening, Janey whined as she felt herself spread...

Easily.

"Yea! That's it! Open wide for me!" Flare roared as Janey's cunt yielded to Elven dominance. "Open for me and I'll make your defeat quick and oh so pleasant for you! You're going to love being my bottom, bitch!"

Flare's knuckles were out of sight...inside Roger's wife's twat.

Janey's whines rose in volume and tone. Her hips had stopped thrashing, giving the Elf a stable platform in order to 'drill' her properly and fully!

Roger was now humping into Gem's throat fuck, mindlessly preparing to explode into her head when she ordered him to!

It was so good! On her down strokes she took him entire into her maw! Her lips would wrap around the very base of his outrageously swollen organ, her tongue wrapping around his shaft to buff and squeeze it. His glans could be halfway to her stomach, he swore. And once she got all of him swallowed, she would swallow on him! Those throat muscles felt better than fingers, pussy muscles, even Gem's tight, sucking colon!

She could MAKE him cum just by swallowing on him!

He was helpless...just like his wife looked.

With a screech from Janey, Flare's fist disappeared into her with a disgusting slurp. At once Roger (and everybody else) could see the knot just above Janey's jutting mound. Then that knot began moving up towards Janey's deep, dark navel!

"OOOOOOHHHHHH!" went his wife, her eyes rolling up, as a grinning Flare shoved more and ever more fist trailing forearm into Janey's heaving belly.

"Yea! Take it Bitch! I'll show you what you get when you oppose the will of the Guild!"

Roger's ears rang with the roars of the Elves around him (at least those without eighteen inch cocks in their mouths!). "Yea, give to her!" "Let's see her belly jiggle for the Guild!"

"Drag it out! Make her beg for relief!" "Fuck 'er!"

Janey, with a heart rendering (to Roger) moan of complete feminine submission, abruptly heaved her hips up, giving the all conquering Elf a straight shot to her womb.

And Flare took it. Flexing her biceps, she punched into Janey's guts until the Human's womb stopped the plunging fist. She had a good 80% of Flare's forearm in her.

Then Flare began forearm fucking the broken bitch!

"Yea! Break her!" "Let's hear the Human scream!" "Give her more!" a now panting Roger heard, his eyes unable to tear away from his wife's humiliation and defeat to Guild Elf lesbian conquest.

Then, after a particularly wild scream, Janey's right hand slipped out from under Flare's left ankle, probably because the Elf had to bend over too far in order to shove so much arm into Human pussy. With frantic, desperate strength, Janey's right hand slapped Flare's left knee, upon her sternum, and the knee slipped across the Human's left shoulder.

Suddenly Flare was straddling Janey's face!

And her stiff, black magickally hyper-stimulated clit was immediately over Janey's mouth!

Desperately gripping the Elf by her hips, Janey pulled her head up a couple of inches and...

...wrapped her lips around Elf button!

Then the Human sucked...and sucked...and sucked...and sucked...

Flare grimaced vividly! Then, shaking her head quickly, she took up fist fucking Roger's wife...just as fast and hard as she could!

It was now a race...a race against orgasm!

Could Janey suck Flare's clit off before Flare's awesome and irresistible fist fuck could break Janey?

Well, if Flare had not been cursed by Desiree immediately before the bout, there still would not have been any real contest. Flare would have fisted Janey into a mindless, machine-gun orgasmic lump in no time.

Just as she had done to literally thousands of Human females over the last three thousands years or so unfortunate enough to be found by the Elf on the trail...

But...

Desiree's curse was just the 'edge' needed by the still neophyte lesbian to force Flare over the edge just before Flare's fist broke Janey.

Suddenly Flare, still fist fucking furiously, turning Janey's rounded belly into wriggling jello, dropped her forehead to her opponents heaving belly. Twisting her head back and forth on her belly, Flare grimaced mightily, trying to resist the awesome pleasure this...this...amateur was giving her!

Then Janey had a stroke of brilliance. She seized Flare's jumping clit with her front teeth...and gently bit down.

Flare's head popped up, her lips forming that "O" she had when Desiree had first broke her. Then the breathing picked up, harder and harder, faster and faster. She continued to fist the Human, but everyone could tell the spark, the drive for conquest was gone.

Janey had Flare, now!

Flare shook her head, tossing sweat all over the still heaving, the still fisted belly of the Human. She still fistfucked Janey, but not very enthusiastically or viciously. The only thing rising quickly in her was...

With a wild howl, Flare paid off for the Human, humping maniacally on Janey's face and, especially, chin. As she humped, whimpering and wailing, she literally drenched the clit gnawer with her sweet, clear, pussyjuice.

For a good minute Flare came and humped and screamed and came...all over Janey's face.

When she finally collapsed upon the Human's belly, panting wildly, whimpering in utter lesbian orgasmic defeat, it took her another moment to calm enough to raise her bleary eyed face. Then she looked down her trunk at the, now, relieved and smiling Janey.

Flare returned the smile, sincerely, warmly. Then she tenderly kissed Janey's belly, right where her still swallowed fist pushed up the Human's soft, smooth flesh.

Then, with another friendly, smiling glance at Janey's wet face, Flare's face grimaced and she proceeded to fuck the hell out of the Human!

Roger's eyes popped open, his dick jumped so hard as to gag Gem and shoot snot out of one of her nostrils, with Janey's sudden howl! Like she had been shot, Janey dropped onto her back, hands gripping the mat, head tossing, face grimacing as if in great pain. Her belly swelled dramatically, then the swelling began quivering like jello in a earthquake as Flare mercilessly plowed her with her fist.

Roger had never seen a fist-fucking so quick, so powerful, so irresistible!

Except, perhaps, Flare's breaking of Mrs. Hobson!

But she hadn't been Roger's young wife!

Flare furiously punched Janey's womb, right on her cervix, just hard and fast enough to perfectly simulate an awesome pounding by divine dick. Laying down in a '69' position, Flare knew this was the ideal angle to fuck-a-bitch-into-puddy! She knew from long experience that no Human female...no female period...could withstand such pounding for long...

Janey thrashed on her back, wailing helpless, screeching to ring Desiree's ears, and heaving her hips up so Flare could get ever deeper into her!

Then the Human raised her knees until they where even with, and outside of, her navel. Making herself as open and accessible as a female could!

So the grimly grinning Flare could go ever faster, get ever deeper...

While using the Human's womb for a punching bag, the Guild Elf bent her head down and, without stopping or slowing her furious fisting, gently and sweetly kissed Janey's mound. Then she extracted her near two foot long tongue to whip Janey's clit in a veritable blur.

Janey's high pitched howls jumped a notch in tone, till her screeches could shatter glass.

It took just a minute after the tongue attack to reduce the formerly triumphant Human into a grimacing, crying, screaming for mercy multi-orgasmic thrashing pussy machine. Within two minutes of restarting her awesome fistfuck, Flare had Janey in massive convulsions, experiencing the most wicked forced orgasms of her life!

Literally, in two belly stuffing, clit whipping, mind enslaving minutes, Janey was pleading, begging the real lesbian conqueror, Flare, to let her down, to let her breath, to show mercy on the inferior Human cunt named Janey.

There would be none for this 'victor' over Flare in this sex-fight.

Flare took losing Sex Fights...'badly'!

Gem, in-turn, sped up her cock bobbing. She wanted Roger to explode...

She had him right on the edge, when Flare finally let the tear streaming, belly convulsing 'victor' end her mad series of orgasms.

Pulling her soaked fist out of Janey's convulsing belly with a echoing pop, the Elf seized the panting, whimpering, shuddering 'victor' by her flaming red hair and hauled her head up to face Desiree, and the communications disk along side the Aesir showing Roger's own oral defeat...

"No!" Roger could only moan when he saw his sweaty wife's face register A) how huge his cock had become and B) how much of it Gem was effortlessly swallowing!

With Janey looking on in heat and horror, with Roger now begging for mercy, Gem stayed down on his completely 'deep throated' prick, swallowing...swallowing...swallowing...

With a miserable moan Roger, overwhelmed by Gem's swallowing on his trapped prick, exploded down Gem's obscenely swollen throat. As his wife looked on, two jets, each the width of a 30mm cannon shell, spewed out Gem's dilated nostrils to hit Swiftsword's ball buried face, anchoring the two Guild Elves' faces together.

But neither Roger, or Gem, were finished.

Before Roger could deliver another massive, throat plugging spew, Gem noisily extracted his jumping, pulsing, pumping meat from her widely stretched throat and cum flood mouth to hold it up before her. Then, presenting and beating him ruthlessly before Janey's horrified eyes, keeping his orgasm pulsing and strong, she smiled around his turgid prick...right at Roger's still convulsing wife.

Then Roger, out of control, proceeded to cover Gem's head with wave after wave of coagulated eggwhite. He didn't stop...couldn't stop until Gem's facial features were completely veiled with his icing, not even her nose visible.

The last thing Janey would see of Roger, and the evil lesbians kidnapping him, was Gem's tongue extending from a veritable wall of inches thick, slowly oozing spooge...

To start cleaning his still jumping cockhead of any left over wadd...

When the image on the disk faded, just a moment later, Flare, sweaty and still breathing hard, turned a tired, smiling face to the equally sweaty and panting, and tired yet horrified face of Roger's wife. Flare ran her eyes over Janey's sweaty face, noticing the still heightened lust on it, plus the rising fear of the Man stealing Guild! Running her finger slowly and gently around Janey's still stiff little clit, making the Human shudder and her freshly fisted belly to jump jerkily, Flare said with an absolutely evil, predatory lesbian face, "Welcome to Lokin, pretty lady! I am so happy to make your acquaintance!

"Really!"

Then Flare crushed the Human in her best lesbo-conquest kiss.

With the Human moaning into her mouth, Flare drove her tongue down Janey's throat and then pushed the overwhelmed housewife to her back on the wrestling mat...under the Guild Elf.

Where Roger's Wife belonged!