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.

32. Roger At Least Starts Doing What He Orig

Ever more frantically as time went by, Roger, a.k.a.-Lord Loki, had been searching the seemingly numberless and endless hallways of Desiree's Castle now for a good two hours. "It certainly appears deserted", he told himself with growing concern. He hadn't seen a soul, or soulless demon, since Lady Gem, a good two hours ago, had led away the Guild Army that had just stormed the Castle. Maybe it was true that, through some unknown ability, Desiree and her 'associates' had gotten away even though the castle had been surrounded by over 300 Guild Elves set on...serious revenge. Certainly it seemed that there was no one here anymore...

'No one' as in...Flare...and Janey!

He certainly was embarrassed at Janey's showing up, reminding him of why he had come to Lokin in the first place: To rescue his sweet young wife from Elven Lesbian Tyranny! Worse, from Transsexual Aesir Sexual Enslavement!

But, starting with Flare through, most recently, also with Gem, these Guild Elves had shown themselves most talented and effective at...ahem!...'distracting' him from his duty that sent him here in the first place...rescue his delicious, wide hipped, pear-shaped boob, redhead wife!

Well, that...conflict...was over. Ever since he saw Janey, in desperate sex combat with Flare (of all Elves!), he knew he had to free the both of them!

What he would do with them, once he had freed them, he didn't have a clue!

Would they share a God? Probably not...

Janey wouldn't. Unless these psychotic lesbians had really and seriously turned her, she would be way too straight laced to do anything other than drag him back to Earth to spend the rest of his 'natural' life in Middle Class anxiety and depression, broken only by the occasional orgasmic bliss while in and atop her.

And Flare! No way! The entire Guild wanted him here...hell, they went through hell, literally, to get him to become Loki and to stay here! There is no way that they would let Janey take him back...

And, he guessed, he did owe them something...

But, one thing was absolutely certain to Roger: Janey wouldn't be allowed to take him away without one hell of a lesbo-fight from the Guild!

She would have to sex wrestle every one of those 300+ man-killing, women-fucking, deliciously petite and squealing dyke warrior tops!

And no way she would be able to do that! No way!

Then he heard something!

Voices!

He couldn't make out what they were saying, but there was definitely voices...female voices coming from down the hall ahead of him!

Hastily he walked as fast as he could without actually running down the hall. He knew he was making allot of noise going this fast, but, until a moment ago, he hadn't had any evidence of anyone else even being in the Castle, better yet anybody dangerous.

And those were female voices up ahead!

Suddenly, some hundred and fifty feet up ahead, he came to a 'window' in the wall. It certainly looked like a window, starting some three feet up the interior wall, approximately three feet by three feet in dimension.

It opened into an interior room, filled with swirling fog-like mist. Immediately the mist started to dissipate, gradually revealing the room to be another of the overly expansive rooms Desiree's megalomania necessitated. As he looked up the mist parted to show peaked ceiling that had to be a hundred feet up. Then he could tell that the room was much longer than its width. As the fog completely cleared, the room showed itself to be easily three times its width, it was at least 60 feet to the wall opposite him.

Then, along the edge of the interior wall he made out an ancient, highly reflective hard wood floor. The central half this floor was covered with mattresses...low, wide and rectangular. They looked like...thick wrestling mats!

Then the mist dissipated completely, disclosing the presence of two individuals standing in the middle of the 'ring'!

They were female...very, very female!

And very, very naked!

Then his vision seemed to clear, to become focused...

Janey! Janey was standing, attractively naked as he remembered her right before they were married, and facing an opponent whose back was turned...

An opponent a good head shorter, with long, pointed ears and one hell of a nice butt to have turned to him...

Even before the obvious Elf had rotated around the mat, always keeping her face to, her eyes on, Janey, until Roger could see her face, he knew whose bubblebutt he was leering at...Flare's!

Flare and Janey! Oh, no!

"Flare!" he blurted out. Then, a second later, he remembered to add, "Janey!"

Flare snapped her head to face him, flashing a dazzling, male hypnotizing, 'sweet sixteen' smile, "Oh, there you are, M'Lord! Just in time for you to see me break this bimbo from your past!"

"'Bimbo?!'" Janey growled. Then she, also looked to Roger. She was not smiling! "Are you behind this, Roger?" She nodded her blazing red haired head towards her Elven opponent. "You better not be! You just wait, I'm going to kick this little...bitch's ass..." then, when Flare 'harumphed' in response, she turned to the Guild Elf, "just like I did last night!"

'Last night'? Roger frowned. What had happened last night?

"Flare!" Roger yelled, "Don't do this! Let her go!"

"Why? Is she your wife? You want to protect your 'wife'?" Flare yelled back without taking her sight from Janey's scowling face.

Roger winced. Then, when Janey looked over at him when Flare did, he nodded, trying not to make it look hesitant, "Yes."

Janey gave the Elf a smug smile.

Flare approached boiling. "Will you go back with her...are you going back with her...to Earth...leave me...leave the Guild...if I let her win again?"

"Again? Let me win..." Janey screeched back, also approaching terminal cat-fight liftoff. "Why you little... Damn right his wife is going to go home with her husband! I'm not about to leave him surrounded by hussies like you...lesbian perverts!"

He saw a serious warning of 'no prisoners' bitch-fight emotion when Flare's beautifully long, tapered ears flushed crimson. That was bad! "Flare, don't! I forbid you..."

"You are 'Commanding' me not to put this...this...bitch in her place!?" Flare yelled back, turning to face her adversary once more. "You still do not understand, M'Lord? This is a matter of honor! Guild Elf Honor! She is challenging the Guild...as much as Desiree did!" Suddenly Flare's luscious face turned dark.

Roger had never seen a Guild Elf's face turn so...demonically fiendish! If her little pointed nose would have had a downwards facing hook to it, her face would have resembled some demonic witch!

"I cannot ignore her challenge!" Flare went on as throwing down the sexual gauntlet to Janey. "She wants to take you, our Loki, from us! I cannot let that pass! I must defend my honor...the Guild's honor!"

Then, as if Flare was sending some subliminal message to Janey, both females jerked into readiness, some three feet apart on the wrestling mat.

Roger swore he heard cat-like hissing!

Then, without audible signal, both sex warriors charged each other at the same time!

They collided, face on. Janey, being physically bigger (And Roger hastily reminded himself to never...NEVER mention that to his wife!) as well as taller, impacted Flare's furious face right between Janey's cushioning big pear shaped boobs. Her mass being the greater of the two, she bulled over the Elf, with Flare just giving out with a loud 'oof!' before she started down on her butt.

Janey was just beginning to smile as she fell forward, intending to land right on the Elf-bitch, when Flare's clearly superhuman reflexes took over. Her right leg went up as she went down so, when her back finally contacted the mat, the sole of her right foot was against Janey's soft, smooth, and slightly rounded belly. Smoothly the Elf rolled on her back towards her head and, after grabbing Janey's two outstretched arms, Flare skillfully (naturally!) and powerfully threw Janey into a somersault that caused Roger's wife to land with an 'oof!' of her own, down upon her own back, with the tops of both their heads almost touching.

Immediately, way faster than any human could, the Elf was somersaulting backwards, trying, in turn, to pounce on the stunned wife of Roger.

Janey saw her coming, and rolled to escape.

But not fast enough.

Flare landed on her hands and feet, like a cat, and then leaped again and landed on Janey's back when she was only halfway through her roll. Janey's momentum, combined with a shove of Flare's right foot on the mat, caused the two of them to continue rolling until Flare was on her back and Janey was on her back...atop Flare!

Roger saw Flare's hands seem to materialize under Janey's boobs to begin expertly fondling and pawing them.

He heard Janey gasp in shock at the pleasure those hands created.

Roger nodded sadly. He knew how...expert Flare was in handling female...especially Human female bodies!

Then he watched as, while Janey's hands slapped the mats in frustration on each side of the grinning Flare's wide hips, the Elf sent her shorter, but awesomely strong legs around the outside of his wife's thighs, across the tops, to hook her feet under the backs of Janey's knees from the inside.

Janey grunted in her efforts to keep her legs closed, but a broadly smirking Flare, almost effortlessly, forced her legs wide, wide apart!

So Roger could have an uninhibited view of Janey's loins.

Janey closed her eyes in humiliation.

Roger's dick jumped in his pants as he got his first...uninhibited look at his wife's bald beaver. Not a red hair to be seen, her wrinkled slit was more crimson than he remembered back on Earth. And quite shiny wet...

Already!

Janey screeched when Flare pulled on her already stiff nipples, twirling them between her fingers with just the right pressure to send the most exciting...will weakening shocks of electric pleasure to Janey's brain. Roger recalled that his wife did have...sensitive nipples!

For a long couple of minutes Flare expertly worked his wife, doing a masterful job of nipple play until he saw more, quite a bit more, fluid trickling down from Janey's slit!

Janey tried to fight back, reaching back to frantically yank on Flare's perfect salon hair, reaching under her to claw what flesh on the Elf's ribs or waist she could reach. But it was obvious that such resistance was ultimately doomed to failure. Already Janey's screeches of indignant resistance were gradually, steadily degrading to grunts and near moans of relentlessly building feminine heat.

Then Flare send her right hand, formerly tormenting Janey's' full, soft, flushed right boob, slowly down Janey's smooth, already heaving belly.

As soon as Flare's new assault registered in Roger's wife's mind, her eyes flew open in shock. Almost instinctively, no neophyte, apparently, to sex wrestling (To Roger's chagrin!), she knew where that hand was going! She also apparently knew what the result would be if it got there!

Janey's struggles increased again, as panic from impending sexual defeat to a tried and true lesbo-dyke Elf became all too impending! But, again, her offense proved woefully inadequate as her belly heaved and shuddered under Flare's fingertip stroking assault.

Roger could imagine how...effective Flare could be running the tips of those long, straight, wicked pointed Elf claws back and forth over soft, smooth, and now bare, Human female belly, from the deep, dark navel to the smooth peak of the mons veneris! From the increasingly wild jumping of Janey's abdominals, Roger could see how good Flare was at sex wrestling!

But it seemed Janey had learned something about sex wrestling over those weeks held here as a sex toy for Desiree et. al., and in her frantic resistance she finally stumbled on a saving move. Just as Flare's threatening hand reached the very peak of Janey's bald mount, just as the Guild Elf 's hand was about to slip over the edge and plunge, triumphantly and decisively, into Roger's wife's pussy, Janey's hips flew up. She arched her hips up a good half foot, then immediately drove them down, smashing her big, round butt into Flare's stomach!

"OOOF!" went the startled Guild Elf.

"Ah!" went Roger's wife who, as Flare momentarily lost her grip on Janey's left boob, sat up and rolled forward, doing a head over heals somersault between the Elf's legs! With remarkable agility, rivaling even Flare's gymnastic dexterity, she rose to her feet and spun around to face her foe.

Flare was up almost before Janey could finish turning around. "Well done...for a human!" the Elf complimented the Human with a wry smile on her face. "You are worthy of the defeat I am going to give you!"

"Oh yea?" Janey replied. "You and what army?"

Roger winced. He recognized that that phrase was the only riposte she knew. At least from Earth...

But Elves, especially Guild Elves, weren't known for their verbal sparring while in sexual combat. They were known for action!

No sooner had Roger's wife got that last response out then Flare squatted, right leg out and threw that leg in a great sweeping arc, aimed at Janey's ankles.

Just like last night, when she brought Janey down twice with it, Roger thought.

Last night?

But Janey was hardly stupid, Roger well knew, and, as if she were expecting it, she did a quick two legged hop and Flare's leg went harmlessly under her. Then, coming down quickly, she caught Flare in a crouch, her right leg across her left...

Janey didn't know all these fancy fighting moves in Flare's repertoire. She just knew that she was bigger than the the pointy eared lesbo-Bitch! She immediately leaped at the suddenly wide eyed Elf and bowled her over!

Flare landed on her back, and Janey came crashing down on Flare. Surprisingly, again, she caught Flare's right arm between her crossed thighs and her left arm in her left hand, her left forearm conveniently coming down across Flare's throat!

Flare threw her firm, smooth hips up, but Janey's right hand slapped down on the Elf's firm, flat belly below her navel and Flare's hips were pushed, decisively, back to the mat.

Then Janey's right hand plunged between Flare's thighs!

With Janey draped across Flare's chest, and Flare's loins now facing him, Roger could only hear Flare's ragged gasp. But he had a clear, bird's or pervert's eye view of his wife's hand plunging into Flare's already wet, short but floppy lipped pussy. Bursting open sloppily at first contact, that small looking Guild Elf twat seemed to start sucking Janey's hand into it.

Tons of Flare's clear, sweet (Roger certainly knew!) juice poured out to soak Janey's hand in feminine lubrication. Then that perfectly lubricated, slightly larger than Guild Elf hand of his wife's formed a fist...

When Janey's knuckles slipped between those widely spread, flaming pink Guild Elf labia, Flare began thrashing and squealing, "Don't you dare! Oh you are so fucked if you do that! Damn you Human!"

Roger could image the grin of revenge on Janey's face as she smirked down on the distraught, thrashing Elf. He heard clearly though, "Fuck you, Elf-Bitch!'

Then her fist, quite nearly the size of Roger's glans, popped into Flare with the most nasty sounding, viscous pop!

"AAAAAHHHH!" Flare howled, tossing her head back and forth frantically as Janey drove inch after thick inch of her forearm into the spread legged, furiously flailing Flare.

Eyes wide and cock nearly splitting his pants, Roger couldn't BELIEVE what he was seeing! Flare, the all powerful, woman breaking, fist fucking Flare, was getting some payback for all the Mrs Hobson's she had broken! And from his own, most un-lesbian wife!

Wait a moment, he then thought. Why isn't Flare's legs closing on Janey's fist fucking arm? Even he could see that would be the easiest move to stop his wife's attack! Why is she squirming and jumping around only above her predominately still hips? Does Flare want Janey to win?

But Flare certainly wasn't acting like she wanted Janey to win. Above her hips she was thrashing and struggling with all her apparent might. It was just her smooth, strong thighs that meekly remained spread wide, giving Janey all the room she wanted...

This is just too weird!

But, weird or not, Flare was quickly finished playing around (if she had been in the first place!). Suddenly her thrashing succeeded in freeing her right arm from between Janey's thighs and she pulled her arm back until her palm was under his wife's bulging pubic mound. Then, with an awesome display of pure strength, she pushed up on Janey's pubic bone with one arm and shot-putted Janey's ass, ass high, completely over Janey's head in a straight backed somersault that landed Janey, with a wild squeal, right on her back again!

Finally free, Flare rolled onto her knees and faced Janey as Roger's wife scrambled to her knees to face the Elf. Janey as almost to her knees when Flare, with an absolutely vicious and most unromantic right cross, cold-cocked her on the chin!

With a most unsophisticated "Urk!" Janey flew back, her chin nearly touching her shoulder, and landed flat on her back, her head towards Roger, in a wide open spread-eagle, out cold.

"Flare!" Roger screamed in horror.

Flare, eyes blazing, jaw set, fangs very visible, roared back like an enraged chihuahua, "Don't give me that, Roger...er...M'Lord! She must be conquered...broken, or she will destroy the Guild! Don't interfere!"

"Don't fist her, Flare! Don't hurt her!" Roger babbled, abruptly, desperately, looking for a door into the room. "Where the fuck are they?" he mumbled.

"Oh, M'Lord, 'hurting' her is the last thing I want to do!" Flare replied, spreading Janey's legs wide apart.

Roger could see Janey's head begin to toss.

"I have plans for her! Plans that will assure the Guild that she won't be causing us any more concerns..."

"Flair, no!" Roger yelled while frantically looking for a door in the hall. There weren't any!

Janey moaned, then started to rise upon her elbows, mumbling as she did, "You bitch! You hit me!"

Flare planted her left hand upon Janey's sternum between her pair of pear shaped tits. With a no nonsense shove, she forced Roger's wife back to her back. "You are not going anywhere, Human...bitch!" Flare barked.

Then she looked up at Roger, who had reluctantly given up on finding a door into the room. "A little present from Desiree!" she told him.

Then Flare nodded her head in a single downwards snap and a 'boing!' echoed in the room.

And then Janey screamed, while Roger gawked.

Flare arched it far over his wide eyed and open mouthed wife's belly and chest.

Roger's eyes widened in turn. What the...It was a cock! It looked as big as Desiree's...for that matter, his...er...Loki's own! A good eighteen inches long, at least, and as thick as Roger's forearm!

It just didn't glow!

With a glance between Flare's thighs he confirmed that the 'cock' was actually equipped with a pair of...demonically sized testicles, too!

Silently he asked himself...did she make...you know...cum?

At that very second long strands of very viscous, very white, wormy goo started to drool out the slit at the tip to flop, loudly, upon Janey's heaving belly.

"Ooooh!" His wife gasped. "Its so hot! Ooooo!"

Flare looked down on Janey like a rapacious, sex mad, monster. "You'll love it once I get it into you! And so will your...our daughter, when her time comes!" Flare glared down at a clearly intimidated, though panting ever harder, Janey, a horrible grin, showing off elongated, fang-like canines as the Elf looked up and down Roger's wife's female form, open for her use!

As if she were some monstrous male beast preparing to ravage a cowering wood Elf in the middle of nowhere

Roger decided it was time to climb through the window he had been practicing his voyeuristic traits through...

But, he no sooner got his left knee up on the ledge then Flare looked up, smiled sweetly, and nodded again.

Again an echoing 'bong!' filled the room and, right in his face, bars rose from the window sill to its ceiling! Roger pulled and pounded on the iron-like, round bars and got nowhere! "Flare!" was all he could yell, in absolute frustration. "Don't!"

And why wasn't Janey making a fit! What was she doing?

"Don't you worry, M'Lord! When I am finished with this Human...Bitch...she'll be no more problem to you, and I will be back in my former, cocksucking and ass spreading self."

She grinned down at the panting human splayed beneath her. "We'll go on a long ride together!...To pass the time until you birth our...my daughter!" she smirked at his panting, prostrate wife. "Maybe I'll invite My Lady Gem along...Roger loves fucking her ass! You do know he has a beautiful cock just like this one, except it glows when its in your face!

"And My Lady Gem and I will have sex wrestling matches in the evening. Right before him, and between him and the campfire. And he will have his ale and steak, and we will have his meat to suck our dinner from!"

"Flare!" Roger, blushing like a beet, yelled. Damn! Did she know all his obscene fantasies about her and Gem? And, is she going to tell Janey ALL of them!?

She looked back at him, her face becoming the old, sweet, ball burning Elf face he remembered long ago when they had just met. "Very well, M'Lord! Enough gloating!"

She looked down, her face instantly restoring its increasingly hideous, definitely demonic form. "Its time!" She said down to Roger's wife in an echoing, piercing voice strait from hell. Then she simply bent over and seized Janey by the back of her knees.

Janey grimaced fiercely, clearly resisting, but Flare appeared to have no difficulty at all lifted her wide spread legs. His wife certainly sounded like she was resisting, "Noooooo!" she whined as Flare forced her still wide spread legs to vertical, then beyond.

Always with that hideous grin!

Flare raised Janey's knees up and back until they arched over and above her hips. Then, with awesome power, the monstrous Elf slammed them into the mat alongside Janey's ribs.

He couldn't see his wife's face, but he heard her clearly as Flare brought that fantastic prick over his wife's now presented up and well spread, shiny-wet bald and fiery red pussy, "No, Flare! Please! Not that! Don't make me pregnant! Please!" Then she tried to look over her head, "Roger! Stop her! Please! I can't stop her...she's so...strong! Please help me!"

"Flare, I command you to stop, now!" He roared through the bars. Then Roger slammed his eyes shut in utter frustration.

Flare just chuckled while pressing that fist sized, vividly purple cockhead into Janey's parted and soaked twat. Immediately there was a loud pop, and a quick screech from his wife. Then Flare looked up at him, flashed him her triumphant grin, then began unhurriedly thrusting...

Slowly, smoothly, irresistibly, pitilessly she drove that cock into Janey's belly.

And Janey moaned like a cheap whore through the entire thrust, "OOOOOOHHHHHH!"

When Flare hit bottom, she started grinding into Janey's belly, and Janey threw her head to the side in monstrous pleasure.

Roger could see her gnawing on her lower lip.

Flare had to be crushing into Janey's cervix, at least!

Still looking at him, Flare held Janey's knees down and pulled her hips back. Then, abruptly, she began to powerfully, uninhibitedly fuck...plow...pummel in and out of Janey's girl guts. Her pumping was very male, as if she had been using that cock all her life! Her thrusts seem to use the full length of her cock, from the tip of her cockhead all the way to her massive balls...fast, furious, merciless...

And Janey broke, screaming Flare's name, within a half dozen belly swelling porking pumps. Wailing like a baby, screeching like on her honeymoon, pleading, now, for more, Janey made no further attempts to stop, or even slow down, Flare's awesomely potent violation of her.

Whimpering and whining, head tossing, lower lip trapped between tetanically clamped down incisors, Janey could do nothing, now, but take demonic dick...

Apparently loving servicing demonic dick in her heaving, quivering, stuffed belly...

Silently gawking through those bars, Roger could only stand there, eyes wide and white in utter masculine shock and awe, while his wife got her brains fucked out of her. Fucked out of her by...his?...Flare!

Then he realized what Flare had also said. She wasn't fucking his wife to break her mind! She was fucking Janey to impregnate her!

Can she?

Flare sure acted like she could! Roger lost count how many thrusts into Janey's belly Flare violently accomplished. Certainly a score, probably more.

Well, who was counting? Certainly not the squealing Janey!

But there were more than enough eighteen inch long, ball slapping against compressed Human buttmeat, to make Janey's belly jiggle like jello, and to bulge up dramatically when Flare remorselessly, omnipotently, powerfully smashed into Janey's defenseless womb.

More than enough to reduce Janey into a shrieking, wailing, mindless multi-orgasmic cock sheath, no longer resisting the Elf, willingly, in fact, holding her legs up and out of Flare's way, as she tossed her head and howled.

And, not only was Flare's tireless and expert copulation enough to get Janey off monstrously (Of more timely length and extreme of passion than Roger had ever seen Janey cum, even {ahem!} with himself!) easily, it was ultimately successful in getting Flare off...monstrously!

Smoothly Flare porked Janey while Roger, in masculine despair, could only watch...with a huge hard-on. Then, suddenly and without warning, Flare stopped, fully buried in his wife's belly.

As she ground away, forcing the appearance of a half softball sized bulge just under his wife's navel, the Elf closed her eyes and produced the most self-satisfied smile on her face. Janey, wide open and pinned, literally, to the mat, tossed her head and moaned and occasionally squealed as the Elf ground away. For a good minute Flare ground away, in seeming bliss...in Roger's wife's belly!

Then, Flare grunted...

And Janey screamed, opening her eyes abruptly and looking up in shock at the Elf arched over her. Her hands, formerly fiercely gripping the mat, flew up to clutch Flare's rock hard Deltoids.

Then Flare grunted again, and Janey screamed again, even louder!

Flare pulled back, then fucked back in, only slower, as if timing her thrusts with some 'other' event going on inside her. At the end of each plunge into his wife's belly, when her cock was fully buried, she would grunt and Janey would follow with an ear splitting scream. Janey's hands started traveling up and down Flare's muscular, working back, her fingernails scratching hard...

Roger recognized that arm movement in his wife! She only did that when he was...when she under him was... He couldn't go on!

Six long, slow, completely deep, and always ending in a grunt from the Elf and a scream from his wife, and Roger saw Janey's usually softly rounded belly start swelling! Each grunt from Flare and scream from his wife made the swelling increase! All too soon it looked like his wife had swallowed a watermelon...

Or was seven months pregnant!

"That's enough, I think!" Flare then said, breathlessly, at Roger. Not missing a single deep, satisfying, erupting stroke, she looked down with a grin at the whining, sweating, back clutching Human cumming mindlessly beneath her. "Open your mouth and roll out you inferior, little Human tongue!"

Immediately Janey complied, looking like a grown up little girl at her First Communion about to receive her first...host.

Flare pumped luxuriously two more full strokes, then yanked that massively swollen, iron bar hard, and vividly pulsing cock fully out of his wife's pussy, accompanied by a slimy slurp and a massive gush of partially coagulated eggwhite out Janey's hugely dilated pussy, then leaned back on her haunches. The massive prick jutting over Janey's hips jumped up once, rising about four inches before falling back. At the end of the drop a foot long worm of off white testicular tapioca spewed out to disappear, entirely, into his wife's wide open maw!

Instantly a loud gulp announced its fate!

Then Flare spewed another!

And it was swallowed!

Then her aim became erratic such that only every other long, coiled spew of testicular flavored babystuff disappeared into his wife's gaping mouth. Gradually, relentlessly, the others landed across her face, up her nose, hanging from her little ears or tapered jaw.

Flare looked at the despairing Roger through the entire, metaphysical spooging, a smirk across her beautiful face while she covered his wife's face with wadd.

Sometime after the miraculous spooging stared, Janey, his wife, moved her hands from Flare's Deltoids to that cock. Then she started up a furious milking of the penile beast, pulling, jacking it with all her might, trying to increase its semantic flow.

Taking pity on Roger's wife, Flare looked down on her and filled her right hand with Janey's scummy hair. Then, with a viscous yank, she pulled Janey up into a seating position.

Janey eagerly continued pumping cum out of that indefatigable cock.

Flare then spoke down (literally) to the cum swallowing cock jacker, "Thank me for giving you our child! You know how to thank me, don't you?"

Janey immediately nodded and dove down on that still spurting organ. She gobbled up the fist sized glan and started gnawing on it. Almost without delay, she started to gag and retch most sloppily and loudly, and twin worms of thick cum would gush rhythmically from her nostrils. In between her gagging nasal eruptions, Roger could see her throat desperately swallow, gulping down alternating spews of testicle-chowder.

Flare, patting Roger's wife on her cocksucking head, looked up at him...and smiled.

Janey's forced gulps seemed to fill the room, fill the world, fill Roger's ears with...despair...

But, strangely, from the background noise, those desperate, forced gulps subtly began to be overrun, overcome, covered over by...high pitched squeals and giggles, like girls playing in the high school gym shower!

The squeals increased in his consciousness as the force gulps of spooge receded...

Then Roger's eyes popped open! He was on a thick blanket, his head supported by another one, rolled up. There was a huge log behind his head, shielding him from the morning mist, and bare corral ground all around him. Down his legs he could see smoke rising from what had once been a big bonfire some twenty feet away. Turning his head to the right, from where the increasingly loud squeals and giggles were coming, he saw, pretty clearly considering the swirling mist of early dawn, six stark naked and wetly shiny Elves bathing in the nearby cold stream!

All of them, at that particular moment, with their slick, shiny, bulbous, deep crack bubblebutts facing him!

Suddenly there was a tent in his blanket!

He raised himself up on his right elbow, staring dreamily through the early morning mist at that vision of masculine heaven...Guild Elf(Elves) bathing in a crystal clear, nipple hardening cold water stream at the break of dawn...

Sigh!

He didn't know how long he lay there, propped on his right elbow, taking in the idyllic scene. Nothing changed around him, obviously time was standing still.

And the Elves were all so...delicious! Excepting their ears, they could have been a world champion high school cheerleading squad in the showers after practice!

Was this place great or what?

Then, abruptly, he was noticed by one of the shiny wet babes. From her jutting, more than full enough tits, he guessed her to be Swiftsword. She instantly placed her hand on the shoulder of the Elf next to her and that Elf turned to face her.

Then, most naturally, took Swiftsword in her arms and planted a lesbo-conquest kiss right on her! Figuring it had to be Chrysoberyl, Swiftsword's commander and...mate, he watched, more leered, with renewed enthusiasm, as the second Elf smoothly bend Swiftsword back until she resembled a bow, their tongue exchanging kiss continuing...

He saw Chrysoberyl's hand start down Swiftsword's smooth, wet belly...going for her naturally hairless, and blatantly displayed to Roger, cameltoe.

Then Swiftsword abruptly, and forcefully, raised back up to brake their passionate mouth-lock. Immediately she pointed at Roger!

When Chrysoberyl (and it was her) turned to look where Swiftsword was pointing, she immediately broke out in her own big, broad, and bright smile and the two Elves spontaneously jumped out of the stream, ball busting perfect (of course!) bodies naked, gleaming and dripping wet, to hurriedly run like giggling teenaged schoolgirls to where he lay, leering.

By the time they reached him, the other Elves had turned and where excitedly calling out for him, indicating he should join them.

The two lush, dripping wet Elves immediately, and with impressive strength, hauled him out of his blankets and to his feet. Then, seeing the towering tent in his pants, they each took one side of his tights and yanked then to his ankles!

His arm thick, half meter long pride flipped up and smacked Swiftsword, on his right, right in the face. The contact sounded like the flat of someone's hand slapping a vat of pudding.

While he prick-slapped Swiftsword, Chrysoberyl wrapped her arms around his neck and planted the sweetest, wettest, tongue-down-the-throat-est, horny teenager kiss on him!

"OOOOH!" went Swiftsword as, unseen by a tongue-fucking-throat kissed Roger, she gawked at his glowing cock literally in her face, eyes abruptly lighting up with divine reflected light. A second later and a chorus of "OOOOH's!" followed from the rest of the Elves, who now all were facing in Roger's direction.

As he closed his eyes to enjoy Chrysoberyl's passionate, ball tightening, promises-of-other-delights-in-other-Elf-openings kiss, his drooling cockhead was abruptly encased in liquid fire!

Roger grunted into Chrysoberyl's mouth as Swiftsword slurped on his precum, then started to relentlessly gobble him up!

When the cocksucker clutched his swollen, refilled balls, he grabbed the Elf by her hair and pulled her off his jumping god-cock with a prairie echoing 'pop!'. Only then did Chrysoberyl brake their heart racing kiss.

"Thank you, M'Lord!" Chrysoberyl sincerely and passionately said up to his face. Swiftsword, head as close to Roger's jumping prick as her seized and stretched locks permitted, took up a powerful and skilled pumping on his saliva slick shaft, and, since she was an Elf, she took up, eagerly, lapping up the jacked off streams of his drooling precum.

"Uh...certainly," Roger replied, somewhat confused. What was she thanking me for? "Ah, anytime!"

She beamed. "OOO! Then will you do it again, tonight?"

Again? What again...

Roger looked down at the sweetly smiling face of the Elf he had...brutally, deeply butt fucked the evening before! What that what she was talking about?

Then Chrysoberyl looked down at the ground demurely. "I'm still sore...but I'm willing anytime you are, M'Lord!"

"Sore?...Oh, sore!" he replied, grinning embarrassment, realizing that buttfuck was exactly what she was referring to, and asking for more of! "Uh, I'm...I didn't mean...to be so...rough," he stumbled.

Chrysoberyl looked up at him with bright, bedroom eyes, "From what Swiftsword told me...you were magnificent! And like the ancient campfire saying goes: 'If you feel it the next morning when you jump in the saddle, it had to be good, even if you don't remember!'"

"Let's go to the stream, first!" Swiftsword suggested, her jacking hand a blur on Roger's towering prick.

Nothing sounded better, he though, looking over at the other wet, naked, and, no doubt, horny Elves splashing in the water!

"But," he asked. "With all those other Elves, how am I going to...you know...'do' you two properly?"

Chrysoberyl went on her tip toes alongside him just as Swiftsword tugged on his ready to explode dick, "You ARE a God, aren't you?" she whispered, most effectively, into his ear. "Show me, M'lord! Show all my Sisters just how much a God you are!"

And his blood boiled as he took his first step in responding to Swiftsword's use of his arm thick meat for a wagon hitch.

Then a voice, a booming, though much more restrained than before voice, surged through his head. "Hey, Buddy! You are a God, remember? Look, I haven't been invited to 'bathe' with a troop of my Elves in...oh well bloody Asgard!...longer than I can remember! But its quiet, they've stopped time, and the fog isn't going anyway till they let it...You know what? I do remember times when I showed up at just the right moment, when a troop was just getting up, bathing, you know! Made me glad that I designed them the way I did...Just go with it! These babies are here, they want to be here, to 'take care of' you! It was one of the things that they were made for! And, just so you'll feel more...confident...in your 'abilities' with satisfying a half dozen rabid Sex Bunnies undergoing Loki Cock overdose...I'll just turn up the metabolism a bit, change the ratios of some strategic hormones, and voile! Feel anything yet?"

With his next step a sudden red haze descended over his sight, and his blood turned to steam! The next thing he noticed was his hands were full of Guild Elf bubblebutt! His left arm was running down Chrysoberyl's back, his left hand furiously gripping her right butt bubble. His right was doing the same to Swiftsword.

Then his cock 'spoke' to him!

Coming to a halt, he left Swiftsword's ass to grab the back of her head. Forcing her head (Hopefully not too hard!) towards his jumping, cum pissing prick, he managed to grunt, "Cuming! Suck!"

Then his cockhead was bathed in liquid fire as Swiftsword eagerly tried to swallow him.

Then he turned to sweetly smiling, bedroom eyes Chrysoberyl. Gripping her ass, cradling her back in his left arm, he lifted her right up to him.

She weighed almost nothing! There was no strain in lifting her a good yard off the ground!

The Elf cooed, oh so sweetly, as he pressed her lips to his. She just melted against him.

Then his right hand left the cock swallowing Swiftsword's head and slipped between Chrysoberyl's thighs! With a smothered cry from her, Roger rammed his middle two fingers into her soaked, boiling hot pussy.

He immediately started furiously finger-fucking her, making her legs stiffen from the pleasure. As he continued, the Elf's lush body progressively stiffened until she was like a weightless board, held in his left arm, stiff from her jaw to her toes.

And Roger just kept pounding those fingers in and out of her.

Chrysoberyl screamed her orgasm into his mouth. Her stiff body began to flex, like a sword blade, jerking with increasing frequency as he...forced her to cum.

By and for him!

However, he wasn't given much time to gloat, for, with the suddenness of a bomb, Swiftsword gripped his grapefruit sized balls in her long fingernail armed hands and squeezed...

And Roger started to scream into Chrysoberyl's mouth!

And Swiftsword nearly drowned.

Centuries later he reacquired reality with Chrysoberyl still in his arm, his fingers still buried in her. The delicious, little, stacked Elf was pressing, rubbing her perfect, warm, and soft tits into his face, her left breast's rock hard nipple playfully brushing across his chin. She had the adorable, tired, softly smiling face of the recently orgasmed. When he gently lowered her to her feet, she staggered back a couple of paces before she could get her feet properly under her. Roger grinned in ever rising male triumph! He'd finger-fucked her dizzy!

She smiled back at him in embarrassment.

He understood entirely. He wanted to keel over himself from the passion surging through him as he looked down at Swiftsword, still on her knees before him, still eagerly cleaning his cock with her fabulous tongue! She had a big smile, too. Only he couldn't see it very clearly with all the coiled and stringy eggwhite hanging from her chin, nose, and cheeks!

Looking up at him, she kissed the tip of his still superhumanly sized cock, then she nodded towards the stream.

Roger looked up and, through the red haze of his eyes, saw eight glowing eyes fixed on him. Actually fixed on his cock!

Looking at those four Elves, standing spread legged in the stream, glistening drops of water running down metaphysically perfect, naked 'bring men to tears' schoolgirl identical bodies, all staring in worshipful hunger at his, once again bobbing meat, he felt even greater amounts of male lust and...strength!...surge through him!

Most abruptly, the fatigue from spooging Swiftsword a face-full of testicle icing disappeared in a surging wave of horniness. Looking at those virginal-looking, stripped naked and eyes glowing Guild Elves gave him completely un-PC feelings like he hadn't cum in a week and had just been stranded on an unknown island with a freezer full of steaks, a fridge full of ale, and a High School classroom full of sophomore nymphomaniacs drunk for the first time!

Quite mindlessly, Roger stepped off, leaving Swiftsword, ably assisted by Chrysoberyl's tongue, to clean her face of his testicular meringue.

Never had he felt so...randy, so...ready! Never had he ever felt so...able to go through an ENTIRE girl's field hockey team in one afternoon!

Nearly his last rational thought caught his attention, very briefly, "Was this what a God felt like?"

"You got it!" came back from, obviously recognized by Roger as, the Loki avatar. "I call this 'going Berserker'. Something I picked up from my days back on Earth as a Norse God! Comes in handy, every so often, especially when you gotta fuck your way through a bunch of Drow...or a collectively horny Elf army! They can't resist you when your eyes go red! Made 'em that way! Don't worry, you can't really hurt them, just make them remember you when they hop into the saddle! Now, make me, and those Vikings, proud!"

The new 'God' felt his rational mind dissolve as yet another searing wave of maddening craving for lusty possession and sexual exercising of Guild Elf booty rolled over him, removing the last, few, 'civilized' restraints against rape and pillage he had left.

Now he saw only through a red haze, and what he saw sent his furiously erect cock jumping!

Amongst the four, as yet, un-accosted naked and wet Elves still standing in the stream and staring at him, he saw Gem. Like the others, she seemed to be entranced by his glowing, towering prick. Her eyes glowed just like the others. Her thighs were well spread, too...just like the others!

The red haze seemed to intensify, and tunnel-vision formed around the periphery of his sight, the clear inner field of view centered on...Gem.

With absolutely no 'gentlemanly', nor considerate, nor even civilized thoughts about the Guild Elf Babe and Commander, he made directly for her.

She had a sheepish look on her face as he stepped into the cold stream and she looked up from the glowing cock she had been visually worshipping to his fiercely clenched, flared nose face. She had been 'caught' staring at his organ! It was a kinda half happy/half fearful face.

Then she saw his face...his eyes, his bull-like panting and snorting through his nose, and the happiness dropped. But, this time, her usual no-nonsense, frowning command face didn't replace it. Just the fear, even intimidation, remained...

"You're eyes, M'Lord!" she gasped as he moved across the stream towards her. "They're red! Only time Loki's eyes turned red was when...the Madness!"

He stepped right up to her as she spoke and then grabbed her about the upper arms with suddenly overwhelmingly powerful hands. "'The Madness!'" he roared, like a bull, into her face. He saw her perfectly curled (Naturally!) locks sweep back from the force of his roar. "Is that what you Elves call it?"

She could just nod, wide eyed like a teen schoolgirl in her basement with her parents at work and after she had just teased her soccer star boyfriend just once too far!

"Damn!" Roger thought, "Her eyes are so big! Is she really that terrified?"

Chuckling came from way, way down his consciousness. As if it originated in the most primitive parts of his vertebrate medulla, "I made them to do that! I've got this...forceful streak with females...sometimes! Got it from those Vikings! Works for me...some of the time!"

"Like now!" Roger forcefully thought. Then he simply lifted the Anime eyed Gem, right out of the water, until her near terrified face was opposite his. His cockhead, jutting straight out of him like a steel bar, pressed a good two inches into her just above the navel, and proceeded to drool tons of hot, slick precum down her belly to flood her deep, dark navel and, ultimately stream around her furiously stiff little clit and into her cameltoe.

Gem didn't say or do a thing except gawk, in apparent fear and awe, into Roger's blazing red eyes.

Eye to eye with the speechless Guild Elf, Roger...more accurately, Loki...smiled wickedly.

Then he crushed her to him, wrapping his omnipotent arms around Gem's svelte, strong back, trapping her against his broad chest, compressing those full, conical tits into donuts of womanly flesh...with her precum slick belly sandwiching his prick between them. With his left hand he grabbed the back of her head, then he pressed their lips together.

The Elf immediately and very submissively, without the least sound or action of protest, right in-front of her cock gawking troops, melted against him.

Roger's right hand dropped to Gem's bubblebutt.

A second later Gem moaned loud and wantonly into his mouth as his fingers deeply invaded her Guild Elf typical, 'bottomless' asscrack. Her mouth opened submissively with his tongue's first contact with her teeth, giving him free, welcoming access. She squirmed delightfully as his fingertips began stroking, up and down, over her clenched anus.

For a long time they stayed pressed together, Gem trying to suck Roger's tongue down her throat. He broke the kiss when he wanted to. "You want me?" he growled into Gem's flushed, bleary face. "Here?" he added, goosing the Elf with his middle finger.

Gem gasped and clearly jerked, but then cooed. With a big, sweet smile, she nodded, then added, "Yes, M'Lord! Fuck me! I am here to serve...to please you!"

"You want me in your ass?" he added, loudly, for the benefit of her troops.

She immediately nodded again. "But you must fuck my Sister's too!" she added, and all her troops grinned broadly.

Lowering her to her feet, he glanced at the other Elves, all standing around Gem, all naked, all with glowing eyes and flaming pink labia, all nodding eagerly for their 'turn'.

All staring at his godcock and...smiling!

When he looked down before him again, he saw that Gem, when he glanced around at the other stripped and smiling Elves around them, had immediately turned around and bent over, planting her palms upon the muddy bank of the stream, while she stood flat footed, her legs spread wide. She was bent over in that position, presenting her fabulous bubblebutt up to him, when he looked back down at her.

Gem...the Lady Gem, Guild Elf Commander and Roger's ball buster since they had met...on a sex wrestling mat...was offering herself, willingly offering the most intimate part of herself, to him!

Her God!

Her horsehung (literally) God!

Was this place great or what?!

Moving a step closer, he took his cock in hand and pressed the tip into her deep asscrack and against Gem's puckered backdoor. He let his precum-pissing cockhead lubricate her opening for just a moment, then he set his feet into the firm, rock strewn bottom of the shallow stream while grabbing the Elf by her hip bones. When he shoved, with just a minimal amount of force, that sphincter dilated promptly, massively and, without any apparent strain, swallowed his entire fist sized glans in one sudden gulp!

All Gem did was squeal.

Albeit very loudly.

Bending over the shuddering, gasping, belly swollen Elf, he slipped his arms under her armpits and filled his hands with her impressively big boobs. Her nipples dug into his palms like they were going to punch right through them!

He took a quick look around, half expecting the other Guild Elves to be drawing swords to protect their dominated and degraded Guild Elf Commander who, in the worse of all possible scenarios, was submitting, readily, to ravagement by a...MALE! All he saw was glowing eyes, nervously licked lips, and not a few hands between still naked and still wide spread thighs, rubbing the pink and wet tissues found there with expert lesbian paws.

So he bent over Gem, sinking his fingers into her more than ample tit-flesh.

"Babe, right now I feel like I could fuck the entire Guild Army!" he husked into her ear. Then he shoved.

As Gem howled, quite mindlessly, in obvious penile violation bliss, and he steadily, though slowly and as carefully as the lunacy possessing his consciousness, hopefully temporarily, permitted, as he sank his monstrous meat into submissive Guild tail, Roger couldn't help thinking: "I might just have to fuck their entire Army before this is over!"

He received an immediate and equally rabid answer from somewhere...much deeper in him, "Alright! That's what I want to hear! Don't worry, Buddy! You're a God now! It can be arranged...and these babes will love you for it! I guarantee it!"

Then all Roger could hear, or think, was Gem's ear splitting shrieking and her trooper's cooing, waiting their turn, as he began foot long strokes in and out of Guild Elf Commander tail (literally!).

Desiree strode into her "Dragon's Roost". It was carved from the Jotunheim side of the mountain that her Castle was build upon. She had picked the one side that no one approaching her Castle on foot would be able to even see, better yet get to. It was carved on the same level as her Castle's dungeons, just without any direct connection to them. Just over one hundred and fifty feet wide, just under fifty feet high, the slit in the mountainside penetrated over one hundred and twenty feet inward till it ended at a wall composed of the nearly pure iron rock of the mountain's core itself. Iron age tools, as well as magick, would not, could not penetrate further into the mountain's heart. Nuclear weapons and lasers, maybe.

Two staircases, one at each end of the interior wall, each angled up above the iron core of the mountain, led to the 'ground' floor of her castle, only in widely spaced, different rooms. The one Desiree had used was forty-five foot wide with numerous, low rise steps.

To accommodate...'visitors' of substantial more girth, and less stride, than any bipedal Human/Mage/Orc in Lokin. The other was just ten feet wide and had normal height steps.

At the wide, tall opening, on the floor a foot in from the edge, were bicycle rack-like pure iron landing rails, some three feet tall and running from one end of the opening to the other.

Just by looking outside, one could see that the aerial approach was blocked by a ring of towering crags and mountain tops, amongst the tallest and most closely bound together of any in the Impassible Mountains. The cap of the mountainside that held her Castle was hardly higher. The U shaped ring of jutting mountains, at its greatest distance, was hardly a quarter of a mile away from the landing rails, and they formed a deep, dark, narrow valley with a very inhospitable, rock strewn and frigid floor. The only way into the valley, to access the roost, was by a perilous, narrow descent of thousands of feet from above the crags overhead. Very few large denizens of these parts could successfully make such a dramatic, steep descent and still stop sharply enough to grasp the rails along the edge.

The mountainside beneath the roost's opening was still stained with the long dried blood of those misguided animals(?) that had failed. Who knew of what...things made an existence feeding on the carcasses of the failed after they had disappeared amongst those sharp boulders on the floor below...

Very few large, flying creatures could navigate the path required to grasp those rails. In fact, only dragons could...

Desiree stopped at her 'throne' that had been carved, long ago, from the living stone at one side of the roost. With satisfaction, she scanned the area of the roost, seeing immediately the series of mats, wrestling mats, laid out in the middle to form an unbound arena, some thirty by thirty feet. Standing just behind the arena were the two Elves, Miriam and Stryker, stripped beautifully naked, hands bound before them and guarded by a pair of Orcs, each.

The Orcs sported furiously erect cocks, not a one which would be considered 'undersized' back on Earth.

Desiree smiled tightly and nodded. "The Orcs could smell those Elves, alright!" she thought. The 'Arousal' spell that Cassiopeia had 'discovered' from a Mage she had...'interrogated' and then ravaged a few days ago seemed to work quite well on Elves.

Especially on Guild Elves! She could see the sheen of the pussy juice on the insides of their thighs on both of them!

Good! Guild Elves were notorious sluts, anyway. Certainly there will be less trouble from them and, in what she had in store for them, they would show more 'enthusiasm' towards their 'fate'!

"No doubt why Cassiopeia could 'seduce' Guild Elves like Gem so easily," Desiree surmised.

With her nod, the Orcs released the chains attached to the manacles tying the Guild Elves' hands together. They bowed crudely to their Mistress, and walked away to stand, discretely, just inside the two entrances to the stairs.

There, Desiree well knew, they could get a little 'reward' just by watching the humiliation of the Guild Elves!

Orcs needed their entertainment, just like everyone else!

With the Orcs gone, the two Guild Elves seemed to automatically turn to her. Stryker yanked powerfully on her wrist bindings, but all she managed to do was make some raucous noise. There was hate...pure, unadulterated, fury in Stryker's eyes!

Good!

Miriam, like all Guild Elf Commanders, was keeping her emotions out of sight, deep within her. She looked back with a frowning, quite displeased but otherwise emotionless face.

"Well," Desiree smirked silently, "she'll soon be showing some emotion!"

Then the Mistress' attention was drawn to the outside as a loud sound resembling the low frequency 'whoosh' of a large troop glider suddenly streamed in through the roost's opening. Seconds later the frequency changed, dropping dramatically, and, as a huge forest green blur appeared just outside the entrance, a brief but strong gust of wind came in to sweep Desiree's near floor length, slit sided skirt almost horizontal.

Her cock, semi-erect, momentarily was in full view to the Elves. Miriam and Stryker both turned their heads, with superhuman Guild Elf reflexes, to see the wine bottle thick shaft hanging between her parted legs, literally, to the Mistress' knees!

Then two, three clawed feet reached in through the opening from the hazy darkness and wrapped around the rail, just like a falcon would landing on a branch. The forest green blur followed, its bulk seeming to momentarily take up all the open space above the rail.

Then a snout, long and sharply tapered on the sides, emerged from the blurry darkness. Huge, bat-like wings followed, clearly seen folding behind the massive bulk of its trunk, followed by its bent knees and flat behind the muzzle face entered the artificial light in the roost...

Both Elves had turned back to the roost opening...

"Dragonshaft!" gasped Stryker unconsciously and aloud...very aloud as well as...shocked.

Miriam turned and hissed, also very loudly, when she saw who 'sat' on the rail.

Desiree just beamed. The Guild Elf sluts were still under His 'influence' from their earlier captivity. This was getting better and better! "Yes! Dragonshaft, my dear, old friend! I am so pleased you could...come at such short notice for this small...contest!"

Dragonshaft, his forked tongue rapidly and rhythmically shooting out and then back in the tiny opening in his otherwise closed muzzle, looked at Desiree and bobbed his head briskly and tightly three times in the traditional Dragon greeting when meeting with and greeting a old...and powerful...acquaintance. His voice had lost none of its booming, tympanic tone, "When you said who was here..." and he turned his head to momentarily leer at the two naked and bound Elves with fire in his eyes, "...for me, I wouldn't...I couldn't refuse your invitation, My Mistress!"

"Well, I am so very pleased you could make it, My Friend," Desiree replied, with some sincerity. She, in turn, looked at the, now, most...uncomfortable looking Guild Elves, "And, I am certain, that I am not the only one here who is...happy...to see you again!"

He looked back at the Elves, his muzzle opening a crack. He then emitted a quick series of hisses, which was the way Dragon-folk laughed. He saw the Guild Elves stare back at him...in hatred, of course, but also with fear for once! Yes, there was the sheen of sweat appearing on them as they stared back at him! Except between their legs where there was a different fluid creating the sheen.

Both had been pets of his...good pets...agreeable pets, once he put his cock in them!

He would like them back as pets...good pets...he certainly would like to put his cock in them again!

Then his over three foot long, Guild Elf thigh thick cock slid smoothly out from between his squatting legs and under his bulging, curved belly to drop with a slimy slap upon the iron-rich rock of the roost's floor. Normally the very ground would shake, but not inside an iron mountain.

He laughed again as the two Guild Elves gawked at his display, no doubt unconsciously, while sweat could be easily seen by him streaming down their shiny bellies, dripping between hard nippled tits, and, no doubt, also trickling down between those round, bulging buns!

Stryker no longer looked so defiant, so...angry. In fact, after seeing that cock, again, jut out at her, she blushed furiously and looked down at the floor like a schoolgirl caught leering at a boy's bulge in his pants.

With rising despair, Miriam, try as she might, just couldn't take her eyes off of that cock! She gawked at the huge prick, memories of being wrapped around it, of violently vomiting the dragon's massive loads of wadd when that Elf enslaving sex weapon was buried in her guts, relentlessly filling her consciousness with the most torrid memories of her terrible defenselessness while pinned under him! Panting much more than Stryker, though the buff Elf was also clearly breathing hard in building, no doubt unwanted, passion, she unconsciously licked her lips, slowly but regularly, as her eyes slavishly followed the prick's endless potent bobbing.

Then a pearly-white strand of sword-handle thick, gooey precum started oozing out the nearly two inch long slit at the tip...

And Miriam started a most nervous gnawing...a veritable chewing...on her lower lip. Her face, chest, back turned progressively flushed and crimson...giving away her relentlessly building arousal from Dragonshaft's lusty passion inducing pheromones and the invisible (except in the deepest parts of caves) sexual black magick aura around him that was quite natural in dragons. That combination of pheromones and arousal aura, designed for use in the still, deep caves that dragon's were usually found in, was, Miriam well knew, murderously effective on all Elves, but especially with Guild Elves.

Desiree could clearly see how both Elves' nipples were now extremely, no doubt painfully, erect and hard, their color now a deep, passionate and fiery crimson. "Both of those Guild Elves," she told herself silently, "are ready...to serve him, alright!" Desiree was awed, and forever grateful, to the amazing and amusing weakness that Guild Elves had, above all other Elves, towards huge, fat, drooling supernatural, metaphysically dimensioned...cock!

Dragonshaft abruptly turned back to Desiree. "I have spoken to, and visited my friend..."

'Friend'? she thought. What friend does he have besides me?

"My friend, the Minotaur..." he naively went on.

Oh, of course! Then Desiree carefully asked him, hoping she wasn't showing too much interest in her question, "Isn't Moira with him?"

He nodded again. "Yes! Along with two females from Earth. Females with abilities far above those of mortal females...from Earth!"

"Well, how is she?" "Revenge!" roared through Desiree's skull as she waited for an answer.

"She is fine, I believe. But she doesn't talk much anymore. She doesn't talk to me at all, but I am used to that! About the only thing I hear her talk about is when my friend is present and she is on her hands and knees with her big butt...my friend enjoys big butts!...offered up to Him. Then all she says is, 'quote': Fuck my ass!" A long series of loud hisses followed from Dragonshaft.

Desiree wanted to hiss for joy, too! That damned Moira...out of her hair...permanently, she oh so fervently hoped!

"I believe she is pregnant..." Dragonshaft abruptly added the bombshell.

Whoa! Desiree's smile dropped. Pregnant! From the Minotaur! That could be a problem in the future!

What would it be? And would 'it' be divine and immortal?

Not even Desiree was truly 'divine'. Yet.

Wait a minute! How could Moira get pregnant with that cock she used so effectively on me still present over where her pussy was?

As if Dragonshaft was reading her mind, he added yet again, "She could become pregnant because she lost her...cock...when they were...cast back to my friend's cave by that...new...Loki. I have no idea where it went to."

Desiree started to reevaluate her opinion of that Dragon. He sounded...simple in his thinking...On the surface! He might very well have a better brain that she had been giving him credit for! Dragons were very ancient creatures...One of the first Earthborn creatures to have followed Loki over, long, long ago. Stupid creatures...really stupid...don't last long here in Lokin!

And that new Loki...he not only cast the Minotaur and Moira back to the Minotaur's cave, but also broke the spell that Moira used to get Lord Dread's cock in the first place!

Now that was power! The kind of power Lord Loki...the original, that is...and ONLY Loki...could dispense!

"They think...that is, my Friend thinks, Moira, as I said, doesn't talk much anymore! He thinks they will have a daughter...he has told me many times that no one in Lokin can get the...'Y chromosome'? when they are started here. And the 'Y chromosome' has something to do with being born a male. So everyone created or born in Lokin can only have girl children, according to my friend...who is much smarter than I am. Anyway, thinking about such stuff gives me a headache," he looked back with an obvious leer at the nearby sweating, panting Elves, "and I have only one 'cure' for headaches!"

Both Elves, as one, remembered Dragonshaft's routine and frequent 'headaches', and, also remembering his 'cure', shuddered visibly at his leer. Desiree couldn't quite tell if it was from fear...or lust that they shuddered. Probably both!

"But my friend convinced me that males simply cannot be created or born here. So he is certain the child will be female. And, since Moira is from Dark Lord stock and he is certainly immortal, the child will probably be a some kind of immortal Goddess!"

"Just another good reason to get out of here!" Desiree confirmed in her mind to herself. Too much weirdness appearing all of a sudden! Better get out of Lokin for awhile and let things sort out!

"But, that is all I know..." Again he leered at the Elves. "You are giving them to me? I would like that! You are so kind! But I am afraid I can carry only one of them at a time."

"My dear Friend!" Desiree came back. "For all of your good and faithful service to me, I wish to reward you. And I well know of your pain and loss when each these two were separately taken from you. And I also know of the pleasure each of these Guild sluts gave you, in their time! And now that I am departing this place and returning to Earth for a time (Until things cool off around here!), I wish to reward you before I leave!

"But, since no Man, of any people, could properly deal with both of these Guild Elves...together, what with the scheming and such against you that they, together, would naturally get into...I will give you one of the two, as a 'pet', until I return in, oh say, a century or so!"

Dragonshaft literally jumped for joy, his hands clapping like an excited child's, his titanic prick, swinging and bobbing wildly as he hopped, throwing feet long worms of wadd all around him. "Then who do I get? I don't think I could choose between them! Each is so...good at pleasing me when they are wrapped around my cock!"

"I knew that you could not choose between them! You would be second guessing yourself about the other for a century to come! Therefore, I have arranged a little...entertainment for us before you receive your gift!" She turned to face the Elves, who, in turn, faced her. "They will have a match of sexual combat for us! Right now! The winner will have the honor...and pleasure, I am most certain!...of joining you, my Friend, in blissful sexual service to you!"

Then the front of her skirt tented up, ominously. "The loser, in turn, will service...me!"

Both Elves visibly shuddered...again.

"Begin!" Desiree barked, and the Elves' manacles immediately released and fell with a 'clang' to the iron rock floor.

Miriam looked at Stryker, who looked back, both wide and white eyed in shock as they unconsciously stepped into the 'arena'. For a moment they stood, staring at each other.

Miriam, chemically and magickally stimulated by Dragonshaft and Desiree, had feelings of almost desperate need surging through her body now. Her subconscious was egging her body on, to have it scream at her disciplined and mission oriented consciousness to throw all restraint away and to simply win...to fist Stryker into a multi-orgasmic lump and then rush up to the arrogant and Male Dragonshaft to mount herself upon Dragonshaft's immense, drooling cock!

But her supremely conditioned and disciplined consciousness would have none of it, no matter how hot, aroused, desperate her inherently wanton and all too often traitorous Elf body became for belly distending penetration. She knew those mind warping, will crushing, bodily sensations were caused, not by her own desires, but through evil and unnatural Dragon-cum intoxication and Dragon pheromones. She knew it was naturally occurring...the fascination with, obsession for more Dragon-cum that every Elf, especially Guild Elves, had once they were properly spooged by a Dragon.

It was the worse, the most demeaning, horrible curse that Loki had provided in Dragons...the victim of a Dragon rape became helplessly, hopelessly 'bonded' to the Dragon that raped her! Maybe it was compensation for making Dragons unable to fertilize any non-dragon female.

But it was a Guild Elf's worse nightmare...and almost her worse addiction, save for Loki's glowing cock! Once she had been flooded with Dragon-cum, she could never get the...curse...out of her!

And Miriam, as well as Stryker, had been spooged many times by this Dragon!

And she could also see the same intoxication in Stryker, the same flush, the panting breathing, the pussy juice dribbling down her strong, flexed thighs!

Slowly, eyes continuously on her opponent, the two sex warriors stepped to the middle of the makeshift 'arena'.

Miriam screamed at herself to resist the intoxication!

Stryker, too, recognized the symptoms in herself as she stood, fixated upon her former officer, and now sex wrestling opponent. Ever since she watched Dragonshaft landing on his 'perch', and especially when that...prick jutted out from between his part frog, part dinosaur legs, she couldn't think of anything else...want anything else than to vomit up Dragonshaft's massive spews of wadd with that magnificent Dragonmeat filling her digestive tract from her anus upwards into her throat!

She, too, just like Miriam, fought desperately with herself to do her duty, to resist Desiree's demeaning demands for entertainment through sexual combat...with her Commander!

What a show Desiree and Dragonshaft would get!

In a Dragon's eye! Stryker roared at herself.

But immediately after Stryker's internal cry of defiance, the buff Guild Elf realized, as her body shuddered once again, as raw, wet heat surged through her with her every inhalation, Stryker knew the defiance, any resistance by her, or Lady Miriam, was hopeless.

The roost was a big pocket of undisturbed air open to the outside in once place only. While that opening was vast, to the air swirling and roaring by the opening, there simply was no means of recirculating, replacing, exchanging any air more than a very few feet into the roost. There was no means of exchanging outside air with inside air through the back half.

The back half where the two Elves stood, preparing for sexual combat with each other.

Which meant that Dragonshaft's naturally occurring 'musk', actually a number of virulent pheromones intentionally designed by Loki when, in a more...irrational moment, he altered the dragons' natural pheromones for their new location and new 'victims' in Lokin, became overwhelming...making a Dragon's 'seduction' irresistible to cave trapped Guild Elves. The pheromones were designed specifically to arouse metaphysical female creatures...i.e. Elves to furious, irresistible arousal and craving for monstrous penetration.

And dragons normally were about the most 'monstrous' a penetrator that an Elf could expect to meet!

And the Divine Pervert had created the Guild Elf with an especially 'weak spot' for those pheromones!

There was a distinct sadist component to Loki with his predilection for voyeurism! He used to really enjoy watching Guild Elves try to resist a 'horny' dragon!

And every Guild Elf knew that once she started inhaling those pheromones she couldn't...just could not resist, not when the unmoving air became saturated with the stuff.

Like in the dragon's cave. Or in this roost!

So, in spite of their respect for Guild honor or their loyalty to their fellow Sisters, both Elves by then would have sold their mother (if they had one!) to the Drow to be permitted to squat on Dragonshaft's mighty cock-weapon this moment!

"Let me win!" Miriam, aflame with confusing, contradictory thoughts under the full influence of Dragon musk, whispered to the crimson, sweaty Stryker. "You, at least, have the strength to escape this Castle! Whoever goes back to Dragonshaft's cave will be helpless there! Let me win, then you escape here and get help!"

"'Let you win?'" Stryker replied, now no longer the least interested in being denied her rightful victory, and subsequent ravishing by the smirking Dragon. "Why should I? Both of us want that lizard's mighty prong, admit it! And, dammit, I've went without it for too long to give it up now to you!" Then the buff Elf charged!

Miriam stood her ground, letting Stryker rush up to her. When Stryker was one stride from her, Miriam reached out and grabbed Stryker's outstretched right arm. Twisting, she let Stryker's onrushing body contact her right back and shoulder and, using the rushing Elf's momentum and the grip she had on Stryker's right arm, Miriam threw the Elf over her shoulder and to her back on the mat.

"OOF!" went Stryker, bouncing once upon the mats. Then, with a start, she watched Miriam fall on her!

Atop the stunned Elf, Miriam immediately crushed Stryker's lips in her best lesbo-enslavement kiss, their ruby red lips becoming as one as their tongues immediately began a heroic duel for oral dominance.

Their bodies molded together, tits pressing together, wet, sweaty bellies sliding with one another, indented, sweat pooling navels sucking on each other, jutting, bald sex mounds grinding together...

The abruptly silent, sensuously writhing struggle caused Dragonshaft, for once, to go motionless and silent. Both he and Desiree fixed her unwavering, and quite admiring eyes upon the Elves as Miriam and Stryker battled in the ancient Guild combat of 'humping orgasmic death'.

Their movements were subtile, slow, seemingly without effect upon their opponent: Furiously stiff nipples flicking back and forth over the other's, eliciting little, kiss smothered gasps as electric like bolts of near painful pleasure shot to their rapidly overheating minds. Hips humping, sliding, grinding upon the other's mons veneris, always trying for an advantage or to block an opponent's attempt at an advantage. Both knew that a hard, smooth sex mound slipping below their opponent's, over either of their nearly inch long clits, swollen and purple with magick and pheromone generated feminine heat, would be disastrous; bringing hip jerking, belly convulsing, lung emptying, opponent's mouth smothering screams, helpless leg thrashing, and utter will crushing orgasmic defeat in seconds.

It was a dangerous game they were both playing!

Stryker was way too strong for Miriam to keep her on her back. Almost effortlessly the buff Elf rolled the struggling Guild Elf Commander upon her own back, Stryker's right arm now under Miriam's small of her back. The feet of her irresistibly strong legs hooked Miriam's lower legs and then spread them wide straightforwardly, exposing the Commander's soaked loins to the leering gaze of both Dragonshaft and Desiree. Then pulling the small of Miriam's back strongly up, she raised the Elf's hips just enough to permit the top Elf's hips to slip down slightly into the gap between Miriam's thighs...

Placing Stryker's sex mound atop Miriam's stiff, unhooded, jutting clit!

Hastily Miriam started to struggle, to get Stryker's dominating mound off of her throbbing clit. Orgasmic doom impending, Miriam tried to close her wide spread legs, to dislodge the mounted Elf atop her, but Stryker was much too strong. Then the Guild Elf Commander began gagging as Stryker's tongue defeated her own lingual defenses and omnipotently plunged down her throat.

"Stryker has her!" Dragonshaft suddenly cheered. "I knew she would win! Come on, my Elf Stryker, finish her so I can fuck your tight butt again!"

Stryker started grinding her sex mound down on Miriam's pubic bone, trapping the Guild Elf Commander's clit in between their respective, and very firm, pubic bulges.

Everyone heard Miriam's strained, partially smothered groan to Stryker's clit crushing attack.

Another series of loud hisses came from an excited Dragonshaft.

But Miriam was made of stern stuff. As her clit jumped in building, seemingly inevitable orgasmic defeat creating bliss under the grinding mound of the Elf atop her, Miriam's hands slipped around Stryker's hips to grip the rock hard, but still smoothly rotund buns of the triumphantly humping Guild Elf. Then she managed to slip her right thigh between Stryker's legs as she drove her hips down into Miriam's.

Abruptly, with the raising of her knee, she made the top edge of her thigh a ramp...a ramp for Stryker's cunt, and clit, to slide up and down as she humped!

Stryker's eyes suddenly popped open when she naturally slid up Miriam's thigh on her hip retreat, rubbing her own clit the entire length of the Guild Elf Commander's thigh top. Then Miriam's claws dug into the buff Elf's asscheeks and the Guild Elf Commander pulled Stryker's hips back down, grinding once again Stryker's stiff clit along the entire length of Miriam's thigh.

Now Stryker moaned, sincerely!

The thigh friction upon her clit, intensified by Desiree's earlier arousal spell and Dragonshaft's aura and pheromones, generated a paralyzing pleasure Stryker, under the circumstances, was unable to deny. Seemingly helpless in her increasingly frantic thigh humping, Stryker continued to raise and lower her rock hard bulbous butt, assisted, some might say forced, by Miriam's fierce grip on Styker's buttocks, to relentlessly slide up and down Miriam's thigh, grinding herself off.

But, just because she couldn't stop thigh humping didn't mean Stryker had no more offensive tricks. Even as she smoothly, firmly, wetly, and, for all appearances, helplessly continued to ride Miriam's thigh, the buff Elf slipped her hand out from the Guild Elf Commander's small of her back. Then she slipped that hand alongside her own right thigh and...

Right down between Miriam's thighs and into her pussy!

With a yelp Miriam's hips heaved as Stryker's strong fingers easily found her unhooded clit. She seized that sex button between her thumb and forefinger and...

Twirled the top half one way, then the other.

Miriam's eyes flew open with dramatic shock! Her hips were already jerking, quite uncontrollably, and Stryker was smirking down on her. Instantly she knew: No matter how fast or hard she had Stryker hump her, now soaking wet, thigh, the Elf's clit work on her would force her into orgasm way before she could drive Stryker there!

She had to break the hold...NOW!

With a roar and a dramatic heave of her hips, assisted by her arms pushing on Stryker's hip bones, Miriam literally heaved Stryker off her, throwing her nearly a meter through the air. Then the Guild Elf Commander hastily scrambled to her feet.

As Stryker stood, too, she saw how Miriam's thighs were quivering from the shocks of raw, orgasm-generating pleasure surging through her still from her clit grab! Stryker's smirk of confidence broadened to an open, intimidating grin.

Miriam, desperately trying to calm her jumping thighs, could see that Stryker's thighs and, especially, lower belly were jumping, too. It comforted her that she had been having those effects on the Great Stryker!

To be honest, the match with Stryker had gone longer than she had initially expected! Actually, she had lasted longer than anyone she had ever heard of, in a sex match with that powerful, and sexually merciless, Guild Elf!

But she felt much more...aroused than Stryker looked at that moment!

She heard Dragonshaft laughing...probably at her! Probably because he knew the obvious result of this combat!

With a brief, but violent shake of her head, Miriam chastised herself: "You are a Guild Elf Commander, not some virginal rookie! If she will ultimately defeat you...fuck you...so be it! But you're not giving up on yourself and you are NOT going down to orgasmic defeat and humiliation without one hell of a fight!

Then Stryker charged her again!

Almost reflexively Miriam instantly jerked in a start, then immediately calmed and prepared herself. In the two seconds it took Stryker to reach her, she was tensed for battle, but serene and prepared...

Again Stryker rushed her, trying to bowl her over like some rookie...or Human cow! The fact that Stryker was much too sophisticated and talented to wrestle this way...especially with an experienced Guild Elf as an opponent...had just registered in Miriam when Stryker got into range...

Once again Miriam had no problem in, purely instinctively, throwing the charging Elf to her back. Then, before Stryker could respond, Miriam knelt upon her chest, pinning the bulging upper arms of the buff Elf to the mat with her knees.

At once Miriam twisted at her waist slightly and reached back for Stryker's bald twat.

Stryker gasped raggedly when the Guild Elf Commander found and gripped Stryker's stiff little clit!

Very shortly after beginning to twirl Stryker's swollen nubbin, Miriam felt long, very strong, and claw armed hands grip her asscheeks, and then lift her! With a heave Stryker threw Miriam forward, off her arms, until the Guild Elf Commander straddled Stryker's face!

With Miriam's wet, floppy pussy right over Stryker's lower face...

Right over her mouth!

Miriam dramatically winced, her face twisting into a grimace of tortured agony..."No!" the Elf gasped as if the air were being driven out of her lungs.

Stryker had driven her tongue, her wrist thick, very muscular, and nearly two foot long lingus right up her pussy! Miriam felt the tip of that unstoppable tongue probe her very cervix!

Damn did it feel GOOD!

Shaking her head against the outrageous waves of delicious pleasure as that tongue spread and began to powerfully push and pulse against the walls of her girl tube. She knew just what an Elf, especially a Guild Elf, wanted...NEEDED from penetration!

Breathlessly, the Guild Elf Commander panted mindlessly, "Don't! Please! I...I...can't stand it!" She hung her head down, panting like a long distance runner, eyes closed as she fought the outrageous pleasure that masterful tongue created in her. Miriam pounded the tops of her thighs with impotent fists as Stryker continued to assault her belly, going endlessly farther into her, ever deeper into Miriam's womanhood.

Then the Elf raised up straight, her eyes wide, her mouth open. With a window rattling howl, Miriam announced to all there that her very womb had been violated by Elf lingus. Then she began vigorously squirming, humping, raising her hips, frantically trying to dismount from Stryker's vicious tongue-fuck.

Stryker simply renewed her arms' grip on Miriam's thighs and drove her masterful tongue even deeper...From thousands of years of 'tongue fucking' literally hundreds of Guild Elves...more than a few many more times than once!...Stryker knew the tricky, experienced Commander Miriam couldn't...would not escape this hold!

That was good! Stryker thought as she probed and filled every inch of Miriam's sex organs with mighty Elf tongue. At least Miriam will be here, in Desire's Castle, where she, at least, had a CHANCE of getting back to the Guild. Stryker wouldn't mind so much being isolated in a dragon cave for...say...a century or so if Miriam had a chance of getting away. Actually, she wouldn't mind it at all, regardless of the circumstances! There was nothing she could think of that she wanted more than to be mounted on Dragonshaft's heroic, and delicious, Elf-stuffing Male meat-lance...for a century or so!

Mission be damned!

Tearing at her hair, Miriam looked down at the forehead of the conquering Elf, begging for mercy.

There would be none.

Abruptly a bulge formed in Miriam's belly, just an inch or so to the right of her navel!

Miriam moaned hoarsely, and then whimpered as it grew dramatically, then shrank.

When the inches wide and tall bulge reappeared, this time to the left of her navel, the Guild Elf Commander started to whine...whine like a little child or a chihuahua that had been beaten.

Miriam was in crisis. She knew what the bulges were...her womb being pushed up and moved around inside her at the behest of Stryker's magnificent tongue! Stryker was now in control of her womanhood, moving her organs around, spreading her tubes at will, fucking with her was well as fucking her with...inhumanly deep belly stuffing probes into her most personal parts of her body.

And moving her womb around inside her belly felt...awesome!

And wickedly good!

When that bulge appeared again, this time inches above her navel...it was over.

Gasping for air like a near drown man, she could only stare ahead, into Dragonshaft's happy, laughing muzzle as that bulge swelled and retreated three full times. Always inches above her navel.

When the bulge appeared the third time, it was over.

Miriam's lower lip chewing grimace reappeared, more dramatic than ever. Her thigh pounded ceased, her back straightening as she ever more desperately fought the pleasure generated in her guts. As the third bulge reached out from above her navel a good three inches, Miriam's jaw dropped and her eyes rolled up as she wailed in delicious defeat, "Oh! You beast! You're so fucking BIG in me! I can't...you must...oh please don't stop! Please! You are so good...so fucking damn good! Fuck me you magnificent Elf!...I love you, Sister! AAAAAHHH!" she howled, long and loud like as if she were losing to Stryker alone on the prairie, howling to the stars overhead. She fucked back at the all conquering Elf tongue, her face straddling hips furiously humping, and drenching, Stryker's cunt enclosed lower face.

Miriam continued to flood Stryker's face with her sweet, clear, pussy juice as she helplessly, gloriously came...came...came...came...

Long, long minutes passed in utmost sexual tension for a Desiree now displaying a raging, towering tent in her skirt, as Miriam rode Elf face, humping madly and screaming shrilly...All while Stryker pitilessly and magnanimously tongue fucked her defeated Commander, whose still gorgeous, most sweaty body was wracked and convulsed repeatedly in virtually endless forced machine-gun orgasms, into a brainless coma of deliciously beautiful, completely fuck broken, Guild Elf flesh.

Finally, however, once Stryker had forced every bit of pleasure into her exhausted, utterly sexually crushed Commander as she could in compensation for humiliating Miriam, Stryker gently rolled the Commander off her. Like a sweaty, gasping marathon runner, one of luscious feminine dimensions, Miriam limply flopped on her back, sexually and quite nearly physically exhausted, and very spread-eagled to display all of her still aroused but temporarily drained, most female of charms to all of the leering viewers of the now dramatically ended match.

Now all there knew what is was like to challenge the Guild Elf named Stryker to sexual combat! It was asking to be Fucked! Most publicly fucked stupid and unconscious. With certainty and very little remorse or mercy!

"Sorry, M'Lady!" Stryker whispered to the jerking, nearly unconscious Miriam. "The Guild will save you! Don't despair!"

When, a moment later, Stryker quickly, and still too aroused for her own good, jumped to her feet, she immediately turned to, wide eyed and wet faced, the real victor...Dragonshaft!

His hissing echoed through the roost.

The Guild Elf, the only Guild Elf still standing, frowned in sudden embarrassment...in utter humiliation at her traitorous defeat of her own Commander. She so hated her magnificently muscled, Elf crushing body! Then, alongside her hips, Stryker suddenly clenched her dangerous hands into very dangerous fists of self-reproach and...hatred of the offensively hissing, arrogantly erection projecting, Dragonshaft.

Desiree became anxious when she saw the frown, and the fists form, on that Elf. She never wanted to see that kind of frown, and fists, on an Elf like Stryker!

Then Desiree calmed a bit, also noticing that Stryker was vividly flushed above the waist, and sweaty all over (and not exclusively from besting her devastated Commander!). Finally, Desiree saw clearly how the Elf, angry as she looked, just couldn't seem to take her eyes off of Dragonshaft's cocky display of dragon-manhood!

Triumph suddenly flashed in her mind, "This Elf-bitch was worked up!" Desiree could tell from Stryker's classical symptoms of Guild Elf dragon spooge intoxication. That combat, even though she had won convincingly, got her too worked up for her own good, especially when she would be facing a Dragon afterwards!

Standing there, not moving, Stryker found herself staring, no helping it, at that...huge cock bobbing before her! Instead of calming the quiver in her thighs and the wicked wetness between them, her pant was growing! Her skin was so hot! She must be blushing crimson to light up the walls!

"Not good!" she warned herself.

Her feelings started out, after jumping to her feet once she had...humiliated her Commander...with deadly anger flooding her mind. But then, once she reacquired in her vision that titanic, drooling cock jutting so far out from under his ugly, green belly, the thoughts of Dragoncide, of tearing into Dragonshaft, ripping his liver out through his mouth, in revenge for having to destroy her Commander's pride and respectability...faded.

Now, watching feet long, snake diameter strands of tacky Dragon-chowder hanging from the tip of Dragonshaft's cock swing back and forth before her, all those previous thoughts faded into obscurity. Now her eyes were following every swing of the Elf intoxicating cum.

She no longer remembered why she was so furious with that...hung Dragon! What she did remember, of long ago, was screaming and cuming hysterically, for seeming hours, impaled on the feet of cock now bobbing and swaying before her increasingly entranced face!

Desiree watched in rising glee as the dangerous, powerful Elf panted and sweated with her eyes fixed on Dragonshaft's prick. She couldn't believe the...power that huge, clumsy-looking reptile had on Guild Elves! She would have to get a sample of his musk! That Guild Elf slut was about to cum just looking at that giant's cock!

When Dragonshaft saw his next 'pet', Stryker, drool down her chin, he immediately held out his arms to her.

"Go to him, Elf!" Desiree commanded. "You are for him! Go to him! You cannot resist!"

The Elf did not even look at her as Stryker's eyes, her entire consciousness it seemed, was fixed on that prick. Stryker just shook her head, real stiffly, in jerking left to right head movements.

Then she took a totally unexpected step towards the Dragon! Eyes fixed on Dragonshaft's bobbing, now drooling prick, but also frowning furiously, her other foot stepped forward.

Dragonshaft was literally hopping for joy.

Fists and arms absolutely rigid at her sides, the Elf couldn't seem to control her legs. While Stryker looked like she was resisting with all her being, she kept slowly, relentlessly stepping towards the Dragon...and his cock!

"Enjoy!" Desiree called out as Stryker neared Dragonshaft. The Elf didn't know who Desiree was offering her exclamation to, but she stopped a count nonetheless.

Desiree saw Stryker blink slowly, once, and a big tear roll down each pink cheek of the Elf's beautiful flushed face.

Then she started forward again, slow but steadily and stiffly striding towards that Dragon...and his cock!

Stryker started her stiff, jerking head shaking as she walked right in-between Dragonshaft's huge, clawed lizard-hands.

Ignoring her head shaking, Dragonshaft immediately, and quite dexterously, scooped up the now dwarfed, buff Elf by pressing the inside edges of his hands together under her, cradling the ball busting-ly lush Elf in his palms.

On her back now, laying in Dragonshaft's huge clawed hands, Stryker, still wide eyed, impulsively and immediately spread her thighs.

Without orders!

Her facial expression unchanged, she raised her knees until they were alongside her ribs, her feet sticking straight up at Dragonshaft's gleaming, beady eyes. For a long moment she lay there, as open as a female biped could make herself, staring with bulging eyes up at the permanently smirking reptile.

His musk must be devastating! Desiree surmised, watching in utter fascination the...supposedly slow witted...Dragon take possession of his 'gift'!

Then Dragonshaft's snout descended, aiming right between Stryker's wide spread thighs. Once within about eighteen inches of Guild Elf loins, shooting out the permanent opening at the very tip of the dragon's snout, came the deep, blood red, whip-like tongue, its bifurcated tip flicking in a blur.

The beast applied that blurry pair of tongue tips directly to Stryker's splayed open pussy!

Now it was Stryker's turn to scream. Even if she had been initially resistant to the dragon's advances, which admittedly she wasn't this time thanks to his pheromones, just one minute of clit whipping by that forked tongued devil had Desiree's ears ringing with the echoing howls from a hysterical Stryker convulsing wildly and shrilly in Dragonshaft's hands.

A minute of that tongue was all it took to reduce the Guild Elf to convulsing, shrill, thrashing submission to him. After a minute of torturous clit whipping he showed magnanimous mercy, pulling his whip-like tongue back into his snout.

Ominously his hands wrapped around a sobbing, shuddering Stryker's waist. When he lowered her from his snout, raising her head and lowering her hips, a suddenly voiceless Stryker began to shake her head wildly.

Dragonshaft happily nodded down at the barely struggling Stryker, "I know what you want from me! What you need after all that time apart! I will take care of you, my Pet! Here, enjoy this like you used to!" Then the rapidly repeating hissing swept through the roost.

Stryker's near hysterical head shaking renewed, but to no avail. He completely ignored her, lowering her towards his own, furiously erect, sex organ.

His prick slid between her legs. He didn't stop lowering the Elf until his massive glans pressed resolutely to her now, completely prepared and soaked, Elf pussy.

Stryker abruptly found her voice: "AAAAAH! No! NO! Please! Not that! I...I...I can't! Too big! Too long! Please! Don't do this to me again! AAAAAAH!"

Dragonshaft just laughed down at the helpless Elf, and pressed his 'Pet' down.

The tip of the monstrous organ smoothly began parting Stryker's short, flaming pink, pussylips.

Then Stryker suddenly shut up! As her twat yielded to that tapered cockhead, memories...horrible...exciting...degrading...delicious memories came flooding back. Memories of kicking and screaming on a dirty cave floor...with a Dragon hovering over you, weighing tons, trying to drive a four foot long, leg thick cock into her guts.

And succeeding every time!

With a syrupy pop and a rock cracking shriek from Stryker, her pussy gave way. She stared up at the beast overarching her, eyes white and wide, her mouth opened into a silent scream.

Stryker had a big lump in her belly just above her pubic bone. It could be understood if someone ill informed about Dragons and Elves would think that the Guild Elf was pregnant.

Then the fist sized bulge started moving up Stryker's normally flat belly towards her navel.

And the buff Guild Elf moaned, loud and sweetly, as the lump went up her, "OOOOOOOHHHHH!

"See?" Dragonshaft hissed. "I knew you would miss me! Not anymore!" He pulled down on her waist, and that lump slid ever higher in Stryker's belly.

And Stryker moaned, oh so convincingly, as she was forced around ever greater lengths of cock.

And when that cockhead finally pressed murderously against her cervix, and the Dragon pressed her down, rotating her so her cervix would grind down upon his swollen glans, it was time for Stryker to lose...

Eyes rolling up (just like Miriam), belly swelling ominously, jaw dropping limply, the Guild Elf exploded around nearly two feet of Dragonshaft's Elf destroying meat.

Stryker gripped Dragonshaft's arms right before she collapsed. When she collapsed into his hands and around his cock, all she could do was shake her head, side to side, her chin touching each of her shoulders in turn, her eyes out of sight, up in her skull.

Then, with dramatic, massive convulsions of her stuffed belly, Stryker paid off to her new master.

As Dragonshaft hissed his pleasure with finally having Stryker, his 'new' Pet, once again performing as usual wrapped around his, and her favorite, cock, he laughed down at her as the Elf exploded in violent, machine-gun orgasms.

Just like she had forced her Commander into not five minutes before.

Roger sat on his mount, surveying all that was going on below him in the corral as if he was the master of all he surveyed. After all, he thought while watching the Guild Elves finish preparations to move out, after what he did to those Elves this morning he should...

What he had just did was go through the most...incredible masculine experience of his life! Even considering what Flare and he had done, before he became Loki, right up to Gem's oral service last night, nothing, in his mind, compared to what he had done...

That morning, in the mist, with the sun stopped...

He certainly hadn't been himself! Not only had his vision been a red haze for hours in that mist, but his attitude...And the attitude of the Elves!

He had tossed Gem around as if they were sexual gymnasts. Whatever he wanted, whatever position, whatever opening...Never a complaint from her, never even the least hesitation!

And that had counted for all of the Elves. As soon as he finished with Gem, leaving her splayed spread eagled on the bank, guts growling, panting wildly as she jerked in residual orgasm, he was accosting the next Elf he met.

And it wasn't any problem in finding an Elf to accost! They had stayed, standing in the stream around Gem and him through his entire...rape...of the Guild Elf Commander, staring with wide eyes and...entirely inappropriately, he thought later...big grins on their beautiful faces!

He only had to fix his red, glowing eyes on theirs, and reach out for them...

Sitting on his mount, watching the Elves busily move about, all serious faced and busy, he felt that old fear from his Earth days...fear that the male gets after 'scoring' with a new young babe and wondering how she'll react the next morning...

But what a 'score' he had made with these Elves! It had to be three hours he spent this morning, just screwing Elf babe! And, the most fantastic thing was, he never got tired! He absolutely didn't have a moment where his 'Loki' cock drooped even a little bit! And his loads were squirting out the noses and ears of his last Elf as much as it did with his first, Gem!

What a stud!

"It's good to be the God!" abruptly roared in his skull.

The Loki Avatar. The guy who actually put him in that state. Made his eyes go red. Turned him into a masher...rapist...

"Now you didn't actually 'rape' anyone this morning, you know!"

"I didn't ask permission of...most of those Elves before I fucked them!" he replied silently.

"You think that they didn't want you to...'rape' them? Believe me, the way I designed them, if they didn't want you on them...enjoying their bodies and talents...they are quite capable of carving you up in an instant! Now stop worrying about it! By the way, don't be surprised if they don't ask you for some more tonight!"

Roger closed his eyes and shook his head, disbelieving.

"Something pains you, M'Lord?" he heard Gem ask from alongside him.

He turned and watched her mount. When that fabulous bubblebutt came down upon her steed's back, she winced and raised up momentarily.

Roger desperately fought not to grin...and failed.

Blushing, Gem turned to him, "A little sore, still." She was all business, her face not smiling, but also not frowning.

"I am sorry," he replied, looking down. "I shouldn't...I didn't mean to...aw, hell! I don't know what came over me!"

She looked at him, her head tilted slightly, thinking. With a tiny smile she said, "I don't know about you, but to me it was more like you coming all over me!" Then she tilted her head to the other Elves, just mounted. Some of them were wincing too! "And them!"

"Its just I have never acted like that...with women...before..." he stammered. Then he did remember that he had acted that way, once before: In the Drow caves, when he first put on the Brisingamen.

"We're not 'women'!" Gem replied. "Elves...Guild Elves are supposed to...be receptive when Loki goes Berserk..."

"That's what the Avatar inside me said!" Roger gasped back. "You mean this has happened before?"

Her smile grew. "Of course! Admittedly, long ago, with the first Loki...Usually he would catch a couple of us, in camp, at night, while we were...loving each other..." She finished with a wistful, far away look in her eye. Then she blinked and looked back at him. "You were as good this morning...except you had to divide your...attention between six of us!"

"You mean, He visited you and...Flare?" Roger just had to ask.

She gave him a quick glance, showing a demure, little smile for an answer, then she looked behind her to confirm everyone was mounted before giving the signal to move out. Once they were moving, she looked at him and said, "Both of us...more times than I can remember."

Then she kicked her horse in its flanks and she galloped a few feet ahead of him.

He stared, couldn't help it, at Gem's spread and compressed buns wrapped around the top of her mount's bare back.

As they crested the first hill, Roger saw, a few hundred yards away, another group of riderless mounts slowly walking the other way...towards the corral.

"Replacements," Gem answered. "That way there will always be mounts there to help other travelers."

On they rode.

After approximately an hour, Gem sullenly turned to Roger. "Mistress Desiree has Flare." She said without preamble. "I know what that means to Flare!" Gem added, shuddering.

Roger nodded, remembering that Gem had been in Desiree's clutches not that long ago. "I will get her back, Gem..."

She shook her head. "No! I will!" She looked over at him, now with an agonized face.

Roger saw that fiercely determined look on her face and it told him clearly, "She is not yours! She is my Elf! I will get her back!"

Roger replied carefully, "We will get her back, okay?"

She hesitated a count, staring at him with an emotionless countenance, then nodded, sharply. Finally she added with utter finality, "Yes, we will...but she is...still mine!"

Roger decided not to carry it farther.

Gem then changed the subject, slightly. "Mistress Desiree has you wife, too?"

Roger winced. Dropping his head, he only nodded.

"Flare tells me that is the reason you came here..."

Roger nodded.

"You must love her very much to risk your life coming here to rescue her..." Gem had a wry smile on her face.

Roger nodded once more. "Look, I did! And...and...I still love Janey...I do! It's just I've been distracted..."

Now Gem nodded, not losing her smirk, "Yes, Men are easily distracted by a smooth, bald mound and firm, pointed breasts. If I recall, your wife's breasts are also quite...attractive," she gave him a wry smile of an expert lesbian conqueror of many, many 'wives'. "but not as perfectly pointed and...'mountain peak' shaped as mine...er, ours. Do you not agree?"

Roger looked at Gem's...smugly smiling face, then dropped his vision to leer openly at the Elf's exposed boobs bulging out the open middle of her vest. Yes, those tits were...perfect. Hollywood sweater girl inhumanly so.

Gem took Roger's helpless Male gawk at her half exposed babyfeeders as a 'Yes'. "I see that you agree! But, naturally, your wife just could not match us with her...mere human physique. However, there are many different designs that are beautiful in the female body. Ours just happens to be rigidly...idealized for mere Human Men. But, now that you know that Mistress Desiree holds her, and knowing what Desiree will do to her, are you going to want her back?"

Not taking his lear off of Elf boob, Roger snapped back. "Yes! I know I've been...an ass with her! But I'm going to make amends! I am going to get her back!"

He didn't notice Gem's smile drop. "Once you do, are you going back to Earth with her? That is what she said, last night!" When he raised his eyes up to hers, Gem looked at him with wide, almost fearful, eyes.

"I...don't know..." Roger replied.

"Do you want her? Do you want sex with her? Even after what Mistress Desiree has no doubt done with her...to her?"

"I love her...I do! And yes...very much!"

"Well, that is love...at least of a type." She hesitated a moment, then asked with remarkable naiveté and straight faced sincerity, "Will you still fuck us?"

Roger stopped with a double take. He instantly knew one thing: There was no way Janey would let him pork any of these babes! "I would certainly like to!" he answered, with an utterly sincere leer.

Gem nodded, smiling again. "But your wife will not...permit it, you are afraid?"

Now Roger smiled while staring at Guild Elf boobs, "Not afraid...certain!"

Gem took a deep breath. "Then we will rescue her...Janey, for you! With Flare! And we will make her an...honorary Guild member, also!" Now she looked at Roger with a different smile...almost predatory!

"I will want her to stay with me..." he started, but Gem interrupted.

"No Guild member can become your permanent partner. We all share Loki, as equally as possible. No, your Janey will become one of us, go on patrol...sleep with us in the field..." she looked at Roger carefully for his reaction.

Instantly he had visions of Janey, stripped naked under the dome of stars out in the middle of nowhere...losing another wrestling match...this time to Gem! "My wife is not a lesbian..."

Gem was kind by not breaking out in rude laughter at him and his statement, as did some of the Elves riding behind. But the look she gave him was more than enough to convince him of the foolishness of his last statement. "We will get her back, just like Flare!"

Panic suddenly rose in Roger, "Will she still love me?" Visions of Janey, writhing with a jiggling belly as Flare...effortlessly...fisted her into delirium flashed through his mind's eye.

Gem smiled sweetly...and evilly. "Of course, M'Lord! We just want to show her...her place in Guild society, that's all! And you are welcome to watch us...educate her!"

"And if she wants to go home...Earth...with me?"

Gem lost her smile. In utter seriousness, and honesty, she replied, "Once she has become a member of the Guild, she will NOT want to take you back to Earth! I am certain of that!"

Desiree watched Dragonshaft dive off the rail, extending his wings. His new 'pet' howled and squealed as his wings began to beat, laboriously driving him higher up to clear the spiked peaks far above them.

Desiree knew Stryker's screams were not of fear of flying. She probably had no realization she wasn't in the roost anymore. No, those howls were of good ol' fashion belly stuffing bliss.

What all Elves get once wrapped around a dragon's cock!

Desiree then looked at the other Elf, Miriam, still sprawled on the mats. Rising, she walked over to the Elf, the tent in her skirt preceding her by well over a foot.

Standing over Miriam's head, the Mistress released the catch at her waist and her skirt, her only clothing, dropped alongside Miriam's upside down head.

Miriam opened her eyes and hissed as they started glowing.

"I get sloppy seconds, I suppose!" Desiree said while bending over. Filling her hand with perfectly curled (naturally!) Elf hair, she painfully...as painfully as she could manage...pulled Miriam to her feet by her handful of hair.

Admirably, save for some wincing, the Elf didn't make a sound.

Now standing before the naked...awesomely so...Aesir, the Guild Elf could see that cock clearly...jutting into her transfixed, wide eyed face.

"Want it?" Desiree chuckled.

"Grunt!" the glowing eyed Elf gasped, as if she had been punched in the belly.

Letting go of the Elf's hair, Desiree reached out for that blatant bubblebutt. She smiled when Miriam, un-commanded, hungrily wrapped her dwarfed hands around her cockshaft before she could get a grip on Elf buttcheek.

Sinking her claws into the plump bun, she pointed the Elf towards her Throne. "This way, My Dear! I require some...service...from you before we go up to the others! I think you know what I am talking about!"

Miriam, her wrists now dripping with Desiree's precum, looked up at the Mistress as, reluctantly on her part, the Aesir guided her towards the Throne by the grip on her bulging Elf ass. She had tears in her eyes as she, once more without being told, began again to eagerly, firmly, competently milk that near half meter long shaft.

More, much more, strings of tacky, coiled, metaphysical babystuff hung and swung from the Elf's working wrists now.

"Now, do not despair, My Dear!" Desiree chuckled, seeing the humiliated Elf's wet eyes, and imagining the silly self-reproach that Miriam must be putting herself through. Elves were so...silly, thinking their minds could control those lush, born slutty to the right cock, bodies! "I am not asking for any more than what your Queen most unselfishly and wholeheartedly gave me in the Pass of Jotunheim!" Then she leaned down to bring her lips close to Miriam's ear. In a conspiratorial whisper, she added, her massive cock jumping potently in the Elf's milking hands, "And I am very certain that, in just a few moments, you will be even more happy with having lost this bout than your Queen was in losing her battle!"