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.

33. Desiree Shows She Knows When to Leave a

Roger and the six Guild Elves stopped for the night at yet another campsite with a swift, cold, clear stream nearby and equipped with a ubiquitous meter thick, ten meter long log laid along one end. As they all dismounted together, Roger was certain that the sun, set now low on the horizon, had stopped.

"We will be in Asgard by Midday tomorrow," Gem called out to everyone as she slapped the flank of her mount, directing him towards the tall grass of the hillside immediately to the North of the Elves' apparent campsite.

Her mount, after an afternoon of hardly covered, permanently wet Guild Elf twat riding upon his strong furry back, was by then definitely displaying his gender! As the Clydesdale-sized horse stepped slowly away, he turned to...Roger swore...leer at Gem with a big horse-grin as if he knew what was to happen before that sun would be allowed to move again!

Well, it was so common and regular with Guild Elves and their mounts, maybe the animals had gotten used to the oral service!

Even looking forward to it after a hard, dedicated ride along the prairie!

Roger couldn't help but notice, after only a couple of long strides by Gem's mount, how long and...erect its horsecock became! Then he saw clearly how long and swollen all of the horses became as they made for the pasture nearby!

And how their riders looked at those equine meat-poles with universally broad and...eager...hell...HUNGRY smiles!

Except for Gem.

She, solely and individually, refused to return those eager, happy, and, above all else, hungry stares of the other Elves to her own magnificently hung mount. Instead, she began issuing commands in a brisk, no-nonsense, needlessly (to Roger) urgent voice that reminded Roger of how she sounded when battle was approaching, as opposed to approaching horse-feeding!

With the briefest of hesitation, of which their Commander, Lady Gem, knowingly let pass without reprimand, her troops snapped to attention and bent to their tasks.

Roger, as usual with nary an instruction nor thought towards how to assist the Elves in making camp, sat on the log and watched their most efficient preparations.

Time, obviously frozen as betrayed by the absence of any movement of the sun towards the horizon, nonetheless went by smoothly, and somewhat quietly, for Roger as he watched...no, more like leered, as the Elves set up camp: From somewhere just over the low hill just to the West of camp two Elves hauled and heaped a towering pile of wood. It had to be six feet tall before they were finished! He looked carefully at the hill, climbing upon the meter thick log to gaze over said hill, yet seeing no sign of a woods or any other source for the massive, freshly produced wood pile. As if to chide his befuddled curiosity, those two industrious Elves eventually began bringing in feet thick logs sufficient to be camp seats!

When he caught their eyes as they walked passed him, their task clearly and impressively completed, they just smiled...

And glanced...longingly...at the pronounced bulge he seemed to now always and continuously have in his 'fully upholstered' tights!

That, at least, made him feel a little better. Gem had been growing colder and less...amorous, towards him as the day went by; as they drew ever closer to Asgard.

She had been acting ever so much more the calculating Commander, and much less like an awe struck fuck puppy!

Roger was already starting to miss that sex-toy variant of Lady Gem!

As Roger stepped down from his codpiece displaying roost upon the log, he abruptly realized that camp had been set up! In the time, and very little it was, it took for the two Elves to gather wood, all the other tasks had been smoothly, competently completed. Abruptly Elves were strolling by his seat upon the log, wearing little, hungry smiles.

Then he was staring, grinning himself at their utterly featureless and rotund, vividly counter-rotating buns stuffing the backsides of their Elf-typically skin tight toreador-design pants.

They were slowly, calmly walking towards the pasture where their towering mounts awaited their...service.

Roger's own manhood jumped in its confining space between his thighs!

Then there was an Elf standing alongside him! He turned to see Swiftsword, standing before him with obvious urgency in her eyes accompanied by a somewhat forced smile...obvious she wanted to join her sisters in Equine tube-steak feeding!...holding out in her two hands a huge, liter sized frosty mug of travel ale and a half of a cow sized slab of still hissing, dripping meat!

Abruptly Roger was hungry...famished! And not, for once, for Swiftsword's raw girlmeat but the succulent roasted meat she was offering to him!

"Enjoy! M'Lord!" she almost squealed at him as he took the mug and meat, then turned towards the mounts and, with a wicked flip of her bubblebutt at him, was literally sprinting towards her Sisters, and their 'dinner'!

Roger gawked, open mouthed, as he saw those massive horses sprout truly heroic erections as each Elf came alongside her own mount. Suddenly it was long ago and far away.

In another campsite...

To the South of Asgard...

With just one Elf and one Mount...

As Roger sat on the log, motionless save for his gnawing of a...delicious...mouthful of bovine flank, he couldn't help but recall how these Elves were approaching their mounts in exactly the manner that Flare had so long ago.

It was oh so 'National Velvet'!

He concentrated on Gem for her mount was well in view and neither rider, nor equine 'dinner' seemed to be in the least way shy...

Abruptly it was just those two magnificent animals, alone on the warm, windy, quiet prairie...

Gem softly, slowly approached her quadruped mate, a soft, sweet, dreamy smile directed towards him, her eyes totally bedroom...

And 'he' was definitely male! His manhood was fully displayed, jerking in anticipation, drooling foot long, human thumb thick, coiled and tacky strands of precum to the grassy ground in an awesome display of potency. Easily three foot long, it appeared to be as thick as a Human Male's calf.

Roger still shook his head in awe, still disbelieving in the realization of how much...man...these Elves were going to accommodate in those tiny, sweet mouths!

Gem stepped up to her mount, caressing the side of his massive neck with a gentle, little hand like a teenaged girl first addressing her new horse...awed and sexually thrilled at being so close, of touching such powerful and potent maleness for the first time in her young sexual life.

Her mount turned his head, looking at Gem with one, wide and white eye.

Gem then wrapped her arms around his neck, hardly able to encompass half of its muscular girth, and pressed her cheek to his warm, firm flesh.

She had the sweetest little 'National Velvet' smile on her supernaturally beautiful and youthful face!

Her mount nodded his head up and down dramatically, whinnying in urgent acknowledgment of his affection for his Elf, of his all too masculine glory...and need for his Elf's service!

As he threw his head up in triumphant cry, his monstrous organ, jutting proudly in utmost masculine resolve from under him like a sarissa at Granicus or Guagamela, flipped up violently, tossing further long strands of nightcrawler meaty precum onto Gem's tail outlining, skin hugging tights.

She didn't seem to mind, nor even notice, as she hugged her 'mate' with a blissful smile on her sweet face.

Then, after yet another sweet sixteen kiss on his bulging neck, the sweet Elf bent to her delicious task, squatting alongside the nearly frantic beast.

No sooner did she see the leg long and thick horsecock throbbing and bounding before her than a wide eyed and open mouthed grin of pure lustful enthrallment spring upon Gem's face. At once that sex-weapon heaved up dramatically and whipped Gem's beautiful face with a feet long strand of wadd, one that slapped against and upon her long, pointed right ear, slashed across her right upper cheekbone, draped, wide and slimy, across the bridge of her peaked nose, and then rolled down her left cheek, leaving at least an inch broad gooey ribbon that eventually wound up hanging, swinging, half a foot long, from the sharp edge of her left jaw.

To Roger the suddenly wide eyed Elf didn't seem to even notice the man...er...horse-gunk slapped across her face.

Gem's arms flashed out towards the horsecock, her talons barred. But, with admirable gentleness and restraint, those talons simply gripped her mount's prick once her fingers wrapped around his shaft.

As her dinner shuddered and whinnied with barely repressed, all too masculine enthusiasm, the squatting Elf, with clearly superhuman physical prowess, crabbed under her mount, Gem's long, pointed tips of her ears stroking and tickling the firm, curved undersurface of the horse's chest and belly.

With her face hardly half a foot from the horse's monstrously swollen glans, her eyes fixed on the tip of the barely under control cock, Gem then tightened her cock grip...dramatically.

Roger had never hear a horse grunt before, but that was what it sounded like when Gem throttled that horsecock!

Then a veritable torrent of horse spooge gushed out the tip, nearly hitting Gem in the face, but drenching her forearms with coiled and funky gunk until long wormy strands were swinging down from her bent elbows.

She seemed to giggle at the involuntary release of her mount's precious ball-stuff and her tongue, all nearly two feet of it, shot out to clean her arms, and his glans, of the fresh, still testicle hot, and not yet coagulated eggwhite.

Roger began to hear a curious sound coming from the other mounts. It resembled a whinnying whine, and it had a dramatic effect upon Gem's mount!

Seemingly at once upon hearing the cries from his fellow mounts, Gem's mount apparently lost all patience with his Mistress' 'foreplay'. At once his head began to bob, to nod, vigorously. Then, after a number of low nods, he sent his head completely through his forelimbs until his muzzle impacted Gem's back, and not gently mind you, right between her shoulderblades!

The sudden, and not gentle, blow knocked Gem forward, right off her toes and onto her knees. Her entire body fell forward, her startled face plowing right into her mount's cockhead.

Once she regained her balance, now on her knees with the horsecock pressing and drooling down her left cheek, Gem looked back at her mount's white eyes with a embarrassed little smile. She reached up and patted his belly, and then nodded her head.

Turning back to face the battering ram of an organ now thrust into her face, she thrust out her tongue to catch a recent strand of precum hanging down from the tip. Sucking it in to its oral doom, Gem momentarily closed her eyes in culinary bliss. Opening them, she leaned forward and kissed the tip.

She sent her right arm out to its greatest extent, and just managed to stroke with her fingertips one of the mount's cantaloup sized nuts a moment. That done, she retracted her arm, once again gripped that huge cock to hold it steady, and opened her mouth...

Wide!

Roger still was shocked at how far Guild Elves could open their mouths...especially to suck cock! Like an anaconda about to swallow a pig, she seemed to unhinge her lower jaw to enlarge her maw.

Once again Roger was awed by Guild Elf capability! It seemed a hopeless task to Roger, looking at the size of the cockhead she was planning to swallow! It was in size a distinct and major fraction of the volume of her entire head! Yet her mouth kept opening wider...and wider...and wider!

When she wrapped her wide open maw around her mount's glans' tip, the size difference looked comical, in both a humorous as well as fantastic sense: Looking like a sweet teenaged girl (with long pointed ears) trying to shove a grapefruit into her mouth!

Still, in-spite of all physical and moral impediments, and with impressive dispatch, she proceeded to stuff...literally stuff...that spongy but firm cockhead right into her wide open, and drooling, mouth!

Then he heard that whinny-whine again, this time from Gem's own mount...when all became clear to him.

No matter how wide she could open her cock-gnawing mouth, there was no way she could get that inhumanly wide, equine proportioned glans crown into her mouth without at least making contact with her pearly white, and razor sharp, teeth!

And Elves had some wicked teeth to make contact with...especially for cocksuckers!...canines almost of vampiric fang quality, at the very least!

And that combined whinny and whine, an apparent universal mewl of Guild Elf mounts at the moment of penile ingestion by their riders, was the perfectly understandable exclamation of all too masculine fear, mixed with blow-job anticipatory pleasure, as their fiendishly broad cockheads scrapped against, no avoiding it, their Elf's teeth as their cockheads were relentlessly and completely mouthed.

Roger became very sympathetic and understanding...while he, from a safe distance, sucked on his ice cold double sized mug of ale.

While his cock jumped to tear his pants!

Finally, inevitably, and quite abruptly, accompanied by an audible 'gulp' and a even louder following gag, Gem wrapped her head around her mount's 'head'! Immediately she gave suck, her cheeks concaving, her throat flexing, her hands pumping, jerking, beating the feet long shaft behind the mouthed glans into stiffly jumping attention.

Gem's oral service joined with the other squatting, choking Elves around her, their sloppy, slurping suck sounds blending around Roger's stunned and fixated head.

The sucking, slurping, gagging chorus intensified dramatically as, obviously, her fellow Guild Elves took up their own horse feeding.

Roger watched, as astounded as when he first saw Flare service her own mount oh so long ago, as each mount...each proud, strutting, consummately powerful and potent, most magnificent example of truly MASCULINE equine glory, was reduced, inevitably and inexorably, to the status of a meek, whimpering Elf-feeder, head willingly drooping, eyes closed in impending bliss, massively muscular flanks quivering on the very edge of heart stopping, brain freezing, testicle draining, male enslaving orally dictated orgasm.

Orgasms compelled all by a hardly five foot tall, blatantly petite and weak appearing, but actually most terribly talented and relentless in the feminine oral arts, Guild Elf.

Suddenly a desert dry throated Roger had the possessive urge to take another big swig from his ice cold liter-sized mug of wondrously tasty ale...

He realized it was to be a toast...a toast to those equine heroes falling to the remorseless, irresistible, crushing oral talents of the Guild...

But he couldn't take his eyes, his attention, his very consciousness away from the oral sexual execution occurring before his wide and white eyes...

Relentlessly, regularly, the gagging increased in frequency and volume.

Roger, his gaze fixed upon Gem and her doomed mount, watched as the Guild Elf Commander, like a predatory cat dispatching its helpless prey, orally broke her mount.

Her mount, now oh so willing to be taken, began his flanks jumping, thrusting his hips forward, driving his swallowed glans into Gem's constricted throat, making her...forcing her...to gag loudly and most unladylike. It was the last true act of a defeated Male, lost in the mouth of the triumphant female...

However Roger realized, in hard, cold reality, that the mount's frantic attempts at fucking down the Elf's throat was actually acknowledgment to Gem of how far he had fallen in this sexual contest.

Gagging and red faced, Gem responded to her mount's throat spreading cock drives by merely and consummately smoothly reaching out with her right hand to expertly grip one of the horse's huge hanging eggs as they swung beneath him. Gripping him in a terrible looking, testicle distorting clawed hand, she started her left hand jacking the monstrous shaft in a blur. Even though that left hand could barely encompass half of the leg thick pole, her strength, her skill, and the speed at which she could assault the prick, had immediate and permanent effects...

Abruptly Roger saw streams of Gem's sweet saliva cascading down her wrinkled chin. It seemed to pour from between her maximally stretched lips and the throbbing, swollen shaft behind the glans where she orally held her mount.

The only incongruous thing about it was when the Elf spit started drooling and hanging from Gem's chin...The stuff hung in long, coiled, off white strands that more resembled mucus or snot, rather than clear spit.

At that very moment Roger's curiosity was answered as Gem's mount abruptly threw his head up and roared like a stallion, proclaiming his ownership of the plains before him and every female standing upon it.

And Gem's eyes popped opened wide, her cheeks blowing out, followed by, a second later, her head most forcefully blown off her mount's prodigiously swollen and vividly purple cockhead! Her head stopped less than a foot from his cockhead, but her mouth and eyes remained open in true impressive shock. A great curtain of what was clearly freshly ejected and very high quality spooge ran out of said mouth in a Noah-ish deluge.

Gem, quite stunned by the potency and volume of that first gush of horse wadd, just stared, mouth open and eyes wide, at the quivering plum colored cockhead in her jacking hand just half a foot from her pointy pug nose...

Even Roger, panting in all too obvious voyeuristic fascination, instinctively knew that the Guild Elf Commander did NOT have the time to gawk with such a charged and 'angry' Male weapon, whose trigger was still being pulled by her furiously jacking left hand, still aimed at her wadd drooling countenance!

And Roger's concern was justified when, after approximately five seconds, Gem's mount's cock, still clutched strongly in her one cock-beating hand, jerked slightly but clearly, and spewed, resembling a firehose in the force and speed of it eruption, right into Gem's completely unprepared face!

Roger jerked with the 'crack' from the impact of semantic ejecta and beautiful Elf face. It sounded like when he slapped his open hand onto jutting, plump, and shiny-wet Guild Elf asscheek during their morning stream-bathing! The report appeared to echo over the prairie...

Seeing Gem's cum besmirched head fly back a good couple of inches with the impact made Roger, once again, forget for a second about taking another swallow of ale. He feared for her mount once Gem reacted to that Guild Elf degrading masculine instinctive reflex!

But, almost as shocking to Roger as her mount's facial spewing, Gem continued to kneel there, doing nothing as the tacky horse-stuff slid greasily down her whipped-wadd plastered face.

As Roger well knew from past avid observations of other mounts spewing into other Elf faces, seeing her left hand continue its furious beating of horsecock while her right clawed hand worked endless testicle-butter out of viscously seized, helplessly exposed horsenut, this Elf Commander would pay for her inactivity...

Five seconds further and another spurt, again of outrageous proportions, spewed into Gem's face!

Roger couldn't believe she was still kneeling there, taking it!

If he had done that...he thought with a shudder!

Finally though, with that last face drenching spurt, Gem managed to blink, at least succeeding in partially clearing one of her eye-sockets plastered over with equine spunk. Partial vision returned, with frightening swiftness (to any male like Roger), she lost her stunned look and appeared to be ready to take some action, some potential undertaking no doubt involving not a little violence against erect, ejaculating males, when yet another, even more copious, spew of coagulated, foal producing eggwhite hit her lower forehead with a 'splat'...right between the eyes.

Instantly her face, from her stiff upper lip to halfway up her unblemished smooth forehead, was coated with an inch thick layer of freshly whipped horsecream, both eye sockets again instantly and fully covered over and buried in a good pint of equine reproductive protein.

Once again, incongruently, the Guild Elf Commander just knelt there, letting without response massive sheets of horse wadd drool, snot-like, down her nearly unrecognizable face.

Even as the hot male albumin-like gunk slobbered down her face, Gem's mouth opened and her tongue extended...

...to feed.

But her mount had apparently went through many such massive and vigorous spewgasmic episodes with his Elf over the eons they had shared 'dinner' on the prairie, for he reacted at once with well practiced action immediately after the third spurt. Simultaneous he humped forward with his powerful flanks while throwing his head down between his forelegs. Not at all gently his muzzle punched the motionless Elf right between her shoulderblades as his still iron bar hard prick surged towards her wide open mouth...

The action, timing, angle were perfect. Gem, not at all gently, was shoved forward exactly when her wide open mouth became lined-up perfectly with the onrushing cockhead of her beast of burden. The result was the horse's glans popped smoothly and completely into the Elf's mouth exactly just before the next gush of horsechowder.

Gem must have experienced this before, thought a dry mouthed and fixed eye Roger, for the Elf just got her extended tongue back into her mouth before said oral cavity was filled to overcapacity by horse glans.

Immediately after mouthing the massive glans Gem retched, good and loud, and two inch thick spurts of eggwhite exploded out of her flared nostrils. Then waves of slimy gunk gushed out of her mouth, from between her lower lips and the turgid shaft of the horse's cock. As the Guild Elf Commander vomited up foal making gunk, accompanied by loud and desperate choking and swallowing, the massive gushes of spunk didn't let up, sheets of spooge pouring down Gam's pointed little chin and cascading down over smooth, rhythmically swallowing throat...

Like the other mounts at that moment, Gem's threw his head up and whinnied, proclaiming his spewing victory over his slavishly mouth-fucking and desperately swallowing Elf.

The mount was still whinnying, and Gem still noisily swallowing, when Roger finally remembered his ale...

Cassiopeia stopped abruptly when she first heard Miriam's shrill cries. It was well before she could see the Guild Elf, she smiled knowingly, but the cries of intense forced orgasm betrayed their owner...it was Miriam alright, the vampiric Elf recognized.

Cassiopeia was walking down the rock-hewn stairs that led to her Mistress' Dragon roost when she first made out Miriam's near hysterical screams...

Howls of orgasm, that is!

She should be able to recognize Miriam's screams of sexual surrender, she thought, since Cassiopeia, herself, had been creating such screams in that very Elf not that long ago. The Wood Elf with the metaphysically enhanced clit recognized that every single one of her varied past victims had had their own special...announcement when they broke under and around her! Every female had a slightly different pitch, or timing, or just peak frequency that announced to all within earshot that another Elf...or Human...had been driven 'over the edge' into blissful sexual submission and slavery by her magnificent clit!

She sped up her strides down the long stairway...

She saw them with her first step into the roost. Not twenty feet from the stairwell opening she made out one of Desiree's typically oversized...near megalomaniacal oversized...thrones carved from the iron-rich, living rock of the mountain her castle stood upon. It looked like a wooden throne save impractically oversized: Twelve foot high back, her crest had been cut into it near the very top. Long wide arms rose over a square, flat, oversized seat without a cushion, the footrest impossibly far down for any 'normal' female's feet to reach...

Only all this was cut from iron rich mountain-rock.

The only disparate observation, Cassiopeia told herself as she approached the throne, was that the throne wasn't occupied by the Aesir. Someone else...someone dwarfed by the massive dimensions of the throne...was clearly presently occupying it.

Actually laying on her back on the seat!

From the long, pointed ears jutting up above the armrests and against the backrest Cassiopeia immediately surmised an Elf was laying upon the throne. From the plump, compressed buttocks bulging over the front edge of the seat, she guessed it was a Guild Elf.

She could see long (for an Elf), smooth, and powerful legs stiffly jutting up and spread wide, one over each of the armrests and each hooked behind the knees by Desiree's arms.

Desiree hovered over the apparently overwhelmed Elf, her arms, hooking under the Elf's upturned knees, supporting her by bracing on the armrests, her stiff, spread legs straddling her foot rest.

Then Cassiopeia saw Desiree's godlike, glowing, arm thick Cock jutting between those compressed, and likewise wide spread, Elven buttocks!

The Aesir was arched over the Elf, her face hardly more than a foot above the armrests. She was smirking down at the Elf squirming beneath her.

Gloating down at her victim's torturous impalement!

Cassiopeia respectfully stopped some four feet from the throne and waited.

Desiree, grinning in near insane triumph from the forced, desperation tainted whines rising up to her from her throne's seat, continued to talk with her whimpering, moaning victim for a moment as if they were the only beings in the Universe before abruptly 'noticing' Cassiopeia. With a head jerk, she smiled, thought much less threateningly, at her Wood Elf, "Cassiopeia! Do you have a report for me? Oh, by the way, you should already know this Guild Elf Commander...correct?"

With a brisk nod, the Elf stepped two strides forward.

It was Miriam alright. Besides the Elf's unmistakable cries of stuffed belly fucking pleasure, Cassiopeia never forgot the sight, smell, and...taste of any female she had 'had'!

With a smile, Cassiopeia replied, "Yes, indeed My Mistress! I thought I recognized her screams!" She stepped right up to the throne.

One glance confirmed to the Vampire that the Guild Elf Commander Miriam was on the very verge of breaking. Her formerly serene and beautiful, near-oriental face was now drenched with sweat, her almond eyes wide and white in apparent terror at her obvious upcoming fate. With jaws locked in a fierce grimace of anguished, doomed resistance, she immediately looked up at Cassiopeia with a snap of her head and at once betrayed a fresh wave of despair sweeping across her strained, yet still delicious, face.

Cassiopeia could easily make out the rapid, wild panting of a long distance runner at the end of a particularly grueling race, those perfectly conical tits (naturally for a Guild Elf!) heaving up and down at a frantic pace: tits capped with furiously erect and flame-pink nipples.

Looking down the Elf's rock hard yet deliciously smooth and, Cassiopeia well knew, eagerly receptive as well as traitorous body, she clearly could make out exactly where Desiree's Cock was presently located by the tube shaped, near two inch high bulge that began just above the Elf's jutting, bald sex mound and drove dramatically up the Elf's heaving belly, straight as an arrow, to temporarily stop just short of her deep, dark, sweat flooded navel. Her labia, just as passion (pussy) pink as her jutting nipples, only shiny with copious feminine dew, were wrapped hungrily around the massive shaft of Desiree's Elf-breaker just as it exited her stuffed womanhood. They appeared to be hugging the monstrous slab of meat as it throbbed steadily...

Wanting to bury itself into that more than ready...and eager...Elf's belly! Cassiopeia shuddered with long suppressed memories of when she was last in Miriam's...position!

She must have looked...and felt...the same as Miriam!

Cassiopeia had come at exactly the right time! This Elf was on the very edge of betraying her Guild Elf Sisters...of forcefully, yet most willingly, submitting to Desiree's Will and Cock!

The Elf's hands were quivering fists alongside her wide open hips.

"Guild Elves...especially their Commanders," Desiree began, leering with a hideous grin down at the pinned Elf, "are so...entertaining!" She looked back at Cassiopeia, "But you already know that, My Dear! After all, you had this one before me!"

Cassiopeia nodded, a smirk growing on her lush face. With a nod, she replied, "Indeed, My Mistress, she breaks loudly and wetly, if I recall!"

"And you recall every female you have broken, correct? Every female who had to accept your clit! But you came here to make a report!" Then the Aesir began rotating her wide hips, twisting and grinding her organ far, far up Miriam's cock-bloated belly.

"Yes, My Mistress!" Cassiopeia replied, looking down at the suddenly squirming Elf, seeing her eyes slam shut, her teeth sink into her lower lip, her furiously clenched fists pound futilely and soundlessly against the unyielding stone of the throne. "We have reestablished the Portal back to Earth. The Mages tell me it should last a good century chronologically on Earth, even longer here..."

Miriam's strained whining moan interrupted her. The Elf had thrown her face away from the Wood Elf and the Aesir, trying to hide her humiliating, bliss filled expression from them, to hide the wicked pleasure corrupting her that her grimacing face showed to all.

Desiree, chuckling demeaningly down at the whining Elf, pressed even more rotating, grinding cock into her. "Good! When the time comes, I will...withdraw...to Earth and wait out the unpleasantness!"

Then, without warning, Desiree thrust powerfully, once, and, the sudden thrust getting Miriam's attention at once, the Guild Elf Commander promptly howled to shake the mountain. Her head flew up, eyes like an anime character's, jaw dropped as she gawked up at the smirking Aesir in life threatening penetration horror. In accompaniment of her howl, the Guild Elf's formerly flat belly around her navel heaved as inches more cock disappeared into Miriam. Cassiopeia watched, impressed, as all the sweat that had pooled in that navel gushed up and out like an artesian well as Miriam's navel turned inside out under an inches high bulge.

Now that was something her clit couldn't do!

She wished it could, seeing the reaction it got from Miriam!

Miriam's head quivered as she stared up, in obvious pleading, at the again grinding Aesir arched over her. Her breathing degenerated into short, rapid gasps for there was no more room in her to afford the luxury of filling her compressed lungs. Desiree was pushing all her guts up, forcing her diaphragm up, compressing her lungs.

Miriam's former fists flew up to clutch Desiree's rock hard forearms. Now, as the towering Dark Lord Agent pressed and ground down relentlessly, irresistibly upon Miriam's nearly breached cervix and womb, her own forearms, and claw armed hands, flew back and forth between Desiree's grinding hips and the Aesir's supporting forearms. Desperately she tried to stop the grinding...to prevent the inevitable yielding of her womb...to Loki Organ.

Sweat just beginning to show on her forehead, Desiree spoke to the Vampire without taking her eyes off the strained face of her doomed victim, "I will be taking you, of course, My Dear! And that Human who claims to be the 'wife' of this new Loki! She will be...useful in helping us interact with the Humans in our new 'home'!"

Miriam's hysterical shriek then interrupted, "No! Please! Oh by Loki! Stop! AH!"

Desiree closed her eyes in pure bliss as Miriam screeched one more frantic "NO!" and then, eyes rolling up, she collapsed under the Aesir, her belly even further distended than before her cry.

Cassiopeia knew...she had been through it herself, serving under and around Desiree's monstrous organ...that the Guild Elf's cervix had finally yielded.

Desiree was buried in her!

The Aesir pulled her hips back a few inches until the defeated Guild Elf gasped raggedly. Then Desiree immediately thrust back, generating another high pitched wail as she reentered Miriam's womb. Three more withdrawals and three more thrusts back in, and Miriam's cries softened considerably.

Only then did Desiree pull back a good eighteen inches, until the crown of her prodigious glans caught on the inside of the Guild Elf's pussy opening, before thrusting back in. She drove in slowly with a relentless, will crushing steadiness, ruthlessly filling the Guild Elf's girl-guts with superhuman prick. The smirking Desiree didn't stop until her Loki Cock was completely buried in horribly swollen Guild Elf belly.

And as she was forced to accept the inhuman penetration, as her guts spread, willingly or not, bloated to dimensions only a divine Organ could produce, Miriam's honor, dedication, free will was crushed by orgasmic pleasure she had only experienced before while serving under a Dragon.

"OOOOHHHH! No! Stop! Not that! UUUUHHHHH! Grunt!" went the overwhelmed Guild Elf as the Aesir remorselessly drove home. When Desiree's cockhead smashed into the roof of Miriam's womb, the Elf belched a grunt.

Then Desiree began fucking the Elf, fast and hard, the way she liked it. As for the Elf? Well, she had no choice...but Desiree felt secure in her estimation of Guild Elf function in Loki's universe. Guild Elves...hell, ALL Elves!...had been made to serve around Divine Organs!

And this little Elven fuck puppy will learn to love this kind of use...just like her sisters!

And Desiree was right, of course! Within four belly swelling, womb dislocating, girl gut spreading thrusts Cassiopeia's Mistress compelled the Guild Elf Commander into her first involuntary, but shrieking, machine-gun orgasm.

Cassiopeia knew it was just the first of many, many more for the helplessly thrashing Elf. In over foot long strokes, fluidly and relentlessly, repeated over and over and over, the Aesir broke the Guild Elf Commander with irresistible forced, rapid fire, endlessly repetitive, lung emptying, belly swelling orgasms.

And Miriam couldn't resist those orgasms, those blissful convulsions, those mind numbing, slavish affection inducing, belly heaving explosions...be they imposed on her or not. She lay there, head tossing back and forth, throwing sweat all around her, pearly white and sharp teeth clenched, the nostrils of her cute pug nose monstrously flared, Anime eyes now tightly screwed shut. Her toes up in the air clenched furiously alongside Desiree's head. Her swollen belly shook and heaved like jello on a roller-coaster. Her whines of complete and consummate sexual defeat to the Aesir echoed in the roost.

Cassiopeia, staring and, no helping it, grinning down at Miriam's tossing head, could hear Desiree's massive balls slap against the Guild Elf's magnificent, horse developed and now quite wet buns as her Mistress fucked the Elf brainless.

"I am afraid," went the hard fucking Aesir, "that, as entertaining as this Elf is, I will need to leave her here. I want...need to take that Elf, Flare! Only by having her will I prevent the Other Guild Elves, especially Gem, from coming after us! But, as notorious as these Guild Elves are about behaving around...Men...I couldn't think that we could control more than just one of these Man-killers! Can't have the police attracted to our presence by routine, expert, and numerous bloody murders of worthless Males on the street..."

Then Miriam howled especially loudly and she frantically gripped Desiree's impressive, firm and...just perfect tits. Her claw armed fingers sank deeply into Desiree's ample tit flesh as she hauled herself up by hanging from those demonic udders. Wild eyed, completely out of control in endless convulsive orgasms, she howled up to Desiree, "Please! Mistress! Cum! Cum in me! I need...need it...need it so bad! Squeal!"

Then, in mid sentence, Desiree winced, "So, reluctantly, I will leave this one..." Then the Aesir bit down on her lower lip.

Bit down hard.

"What a pussy these Guild sluts have!" Desiree howled in turn.

Cassiopeia saw the short base of Loki's cock that was not at that moment buried in Guild Elf cunt start to pulse and powerfully jump...

Looking down at the sweaty, pleading, ball-bustingly beautiful Guild Elf hanging from her tits, pleading for the most shameful of fates from just under her chin, Desiree growled. Pushing the Elf hard to her back, Desiree stood upright and grabbed Miriam's two upraised legs by her ankles.

With a "You asked for it, Bitch!" the Aesir began fucking the Elf just as fast and deep as she could...or wanted.

And a suddenly smiling Miriam shrieked and howled, wailed and screamed, thrashing, writhing on the throne before her Mistress.

From what Cassiopeia could see, the Elf was enjoying completely every gut dislocating thrust...

Desiree wouldn't...couldn't stand such hot velvety belly cum-sucking that a Guild Elf, in full orgasm mode, could apply to a divinely sized prick plowing her. Not even a Dark Lord Agent could withstand such competent girl-gut cock sucking!

The broken Miriam broke Desiree in three minutes of hot humping, stroking, squealing, machine-gun orgasm fuck.

With a lion-like roar, Desiree unloaded into Miriam.

"Yes!" screamed the Aesir as the swollen underside of her prick convulsed, pushing a cockfull of demonic babystuff into the Elf.

"Yes!" wailed Miriam as, abruptly, the raised tube driven up her belly doubled in size! Within seconds the bulge swelled to the size of a melon!

Cassiopeia feared the Elf's belly would burst!

But such fears were unfounded. Elves, especially Guild Elves, were 'designed' to 'handle' such over-pressured spooging. Miriam's belly swelled and swelled and swelled with each massive gush Desiree spewed into her. And Miriam just squealed and thrashed and nodded up to her conqueror with a sweaty, grateful face as each hot, slimy bolt of cum spewed into her.

To Cassiopeia's utter surprise, the Elf outlasted Desiree! For long minutes her Mistress grunted and the Elf squealed as one rutting, superhuman female violently ejected while the other willingly absorbed copious and most divine semantic fluid. But Miriam and her ever expanding belly seemed to be limitless in her capacity to accept babystuff, and Desiree, while she did have Loki's organ and balls, was, after all, still...mortal.

"OOOH! Loki damn you!" Desiree finally threw in the towel, releasing Miriam's legs and falling forward, only bracing herself on the arms of her throne. There she remained, hunched over the still convulsing, and squealing little Elf, as she sweated and panted, her organ, now stilled, but still huge, hard, and nearly completely buried in Miriam's belly.

As Miriam squirmed and humped, Desiree shuddered and winced as her still magnificent prick was sucked on and squeezed by the convulsing Elf. The sensations were murderous!

When the Elf's twitches finally subsided, Desiree somewhat gently withdrew her still erect organ from Miriam's clutching pussy. Immediately Miriam's cum swollen belly began to deflate, a massive amount of semi-coagulated spooge pouring out of her distended twat, running in greasy waves down the front of Desiree's throne.

As Cassiopeia stared at the cum-fall, Desiree looked in her direction, "I want to be ready to leave at the first sign of any attempt to overthrow or capture...better yet, assassinate me. I do not know how long the Guild, or the Dark Lords will wait before attacking, but I want to be ready for immediate departure from this moment on! Keep Flare and Janey nearby..." then Desiree gasped raggedly.

No sooner had Miriam's belly finished emptying and she once again regained some form of consciousness than she sat up. Eyes fixing immediately on Desiree's 'Loki' Cock, still massively swollen and jutting stiffly out feet before the Aesir, the frantic, orgasm intoxicated Guild Elf seized the elephant trunk-like shaft and skillfully directed the slime drooling tip towards her eagerly opening maw.

With a barely registered 'gulp!' the Elf mouthed the still hot and slimy cockhead, then proceeded to drive said cockhead down her throat!

Cassiopeia saw her Mistress wince right after stopping her speech. Both of them then looked down to see the Guild Elf Commander, sitting on the slimy end of Desiree's throne's seat, gnawing and swallowing Desiree's eighteen inch meat!

"Why you..." Desiree started, then her teeth came together with an echoing 'clunk!' as inches more of her cockshaft slid...without apparent distress or even effort on the Elf's part...into Miriam's wide open mouth.

Cassiopeia's eyes widened in awe and not a little shock as the Elf's formerly svelte and smooth throat swelled most dramatically as Desiree's sex anaconda was relentlessly swallowed!

When Miriam reached the halfway point, when the first nine inches of Desiree Cock had disappeared into Guild Elf Commander mouth and throat, the Aesir gasped raggedly and her knees nearly buckled. "Oh, you little bitch!" Desiree cried, gripping Miriam's curly (naturally) blond hair. "You are so good at this!"

Miriam was choking and gaging regularly now, her face turning red. But Desiree's cock just kept disappearing into her wide open mouth and horribly distended throat. Soon a good foot of arm thick prick was in her!

"She's swallowing on me!" Desiree gasped, turning to Cassiopeia with real concern on her face. She looked...frightened! "I never knew...didn't know...what cocksuckers these Elves are! I thought it was just Flare! It's the whole bloody Sisterhood!" Then Desiree moaned like she were dying and her knees did give out. She began to squat, eyes fixed on the Elf gobbling her up. As soon as her nearly swallowed organ lined up properly with her gagging, working, slobbering mouth, the Aesir grabbed the back of Miriam's head and hauled her in, making her swallow all that remained outside her.

Miriam, in-spite of her gagging, looked like she were in bliss as Desiree ground her little nose against the Aesir's smooth and rock hard belly, eighteen inches of cock down the Elf's throat!

"OOOHHHH!" moaned Desiree like the newly risen dead. Her jaw dropped and her knees bent further as, from the sloppy sounds coming from Miriam's stuffed mouth and the wild swallowing shown in the Elf's throat, it was very apparent that the Elf was sucking off the Aesir again...only using a different tube!

"She's swallowing...swallowing on me!" Desiree gasped, managing to look over at the shocked Cassiopeia. "Quick! I can't hold much longer! Finish...finish..."

Cassiopeia saw the Elf drop her talon armed claws down between the quivering, babbling Aesir's full, parted thighs...

...To where her melon sized testicles hung.

Even Cassiopeia winced when Miriam viciously gripped both those defenseless nuts in her wicked claws!

"Oh, by Holy Asgard!" Desiree cursed when her nuts were seized and immediately squeezed. "Quick! To your tasks!" she managed to gasp out before the grunts began.

Cassiopeia managed to get two strides toward the stairs when the Elf began emitting loud vomiting sounds and Desiree started howling, "Oh! OH! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!"

Turning, Cassiopeia hissed when she saw another 'cum-fall' running down the front of Desiree's throne. Only this was coming out out of Miriam's cock stuffed mouth and nose as Desiree ground her cock off into the Elf's throat. Massive jets of eggwhite rhythmically spewed from the Guild Elf Commander's flared nostrils, while waves of vomited up colloidal testiclepudding ran and hung from her depressed chin.

The stuff seemed to be endless, and soon the front of Desiree's rock throne was more greasy white than obsidian...

It was night, the typically huge campfire blazing, the Elves sitting together against the log, facing the fire, just finishing dinner.

Their mounts had been drained thoroughly not an hour before.

Roger, sitting on the end of the log, some fifteen feet from the nearest Elf, finished off his second liter sized ice-cold mug of travel ale...

He was starting to feel pretty good!

Hey! I thought you didn't get drunk on traveler's ale! he suddenly thought, watching two Elves abruptly rise from the cluster of Elves and step, slowly and sensuously, towards the towering fire.

A sudden surge of good ol'...lust hit him in the belly as he leered at the two fire approaching Elves'...magnificent asses encased in sprayed on tights. Damn could these babies flip those bubble-buns!

He felt like the 'good-ol-days', leering at schoolgirl's asses back 'home' encased in undersized sweats with their school's name plastered across the billboard wide and tight buttocks they swung before him...

Abruptly he realized he WAS drunk! At least, he was getting horny just like he used to when he got drunk! His eyes were burning a hole in the backside of the slowly strutting Elf nearest him.

He was so drunk he didn't even bother to look at her hair or anything else to recognize her. WHO they were didn't really matter! All that mattered was those great, jutting buns!

The two Elves stopped some ten feet from the fire, the flames seeming to outline them. Then, after a quick glance at each other and at the same time, they slowly pulled their vests up over their heads!

With their backs still turned to everyone and their arms over their heads, Roger could see the plump edges of those full, plump Elf-boobs peek out back at him from under their armpits, quivering like firm jello as their owners dropped their vests to the ground.

Roger's cock jumped dramatically!

Just like he was drunk!

"Alright!" suddenly roared in his head!

The Avatar? Roger gasped mentally.

Another wave of drunken lust swept him. His prick was jutting, iron hard, down his left leg.

"Isn't it Great to have a couple of belts of ale in you when your Elves are going to perform for you?" came the loud, eager voice.

"Look, I don't think..." Roger started.

"Hey, now is not the time to think or wuz out!" the Avatar came back. "Look, this is the last night in the field with these babes! Once you get to Asgard you'll be expected to act respectable! Sure, you'll pork the Queen till she walks bowlegged, if you want! But you'll never get a chance to get these babes alone again! We'll never be here again!"

Roger, abruptly realizing he was feeling drunker by the minute, didn't respond. His eyes were locked on the two topless Elves...

They were starting to dance before the fire...

The other Elves started up that chorus he had heard before...when Gem and Flare had danced...and fucked...before the Elves back when they were going for the Brisingamen. And the two topless Elves were swaying and humping in time with the sexy singing, making those impossibly full and firm buttocks flex and rotate, causing their jutting, plump and firm tit cones quiver and bob.

And the Avatar joined Roger in worshipful silence as the two Elves turned to face each other, giving him a perfect sideways view of those perfect tits.

Roger's expert voyeur-trained vision confirmed at once: the closest to him was the perfectly topless Gem! Those man-maddening firm and meaty Hershey's kiss shaped and pink tipped tits had to be Gem's!

And the other just had to be Chrysoberyl! The rotund shape of her plump buns, outlined by skin tight fabric, were seared into his memory...ever since he planted his Divine Dong between those meatloaves in 'curing' her! And had her tits grown since the last time he had mounted her! They looked a good twice as massive as when he last had gripped them. They very nearly matched Gem's in jutting size and form!

"Oh, this is going to be good!" suddenly leered the Avatar in his head.

"What do you mean?"

"The Guild have a tradition...they should, for I gave it to them! The last night in the field, the leaders have a ritual sex fight for the entertainment of their troops! Oh, Loki damn, this will be good! The first to cum must take care of the winner for the rest of the night! The winner sits on her face, squirms all over her face, right before the fire and before all their troops while the looser sticks her tongue as far up the squatter's belly as will fit...for the night! And all their troops then spend the night seeing how far they can bury their tongues in each others bellies! Oh, fucking Loki damn! It's been so long...too Loki damn long...since I last came across two Guild Elf Commanders going at it for their troops! I gotta get in on this!"

"What do you mean?" Roger repeated silently, eyes locked on those two heavenly half naked bodies writhing before him. But nothing more came.

Gem and Chrysoberyl continued, accompanied by an ever more melodious chorus of singing, cheering, leering Guild Elves. They now faced one another, slowly, sensuously swaying those bulging buns while occasionally and briskly humping their hips forward and back in a ball-tingling sexy rhythm only a metaphysically bodied Guild Elf could. Their already stiff, inch long fiery pink nipples almost touched each other...

Unconsciously Roger panted, eyes and consciousness absolutely fixed on the two Guild Elf Commanders' eyes as they stared into each others faces just as a new wife would on her honeymoon to her new, virile husband. Over and over they brought their bedroom eyed faces close...oh so close!...lips almost touching, hardly millimeters separating their parted wet redness.

But the two fairy tale gorgeous creatures always retreated just before blessed contact was made.

Roger's balls tightened as the two Elves repeated their sensual seductive dance, slowly, tortuously, beautifully circling each other before the blazing fire, repeatedly, relentlessly, teasingly closing so glistening ruby lips almost made passionate contact, jutting flaming pink and rigid nipples almost touching...just failing to flick almost painfully against each other. The tease of their endless near contacts, the totally feminine torture of near fulfillment of their lovemaking dance, drove the mere Male Roger nuts.

Even thought he knew their dance was designed to do this, and to do this for the benefit of clearly superhuman females, didn't really make the voyeuristic observation of the dance any less painful or tormenting for Roger. The obviously inferior masculine psyche just couldn't deal...manage...control the rabid Male lusts such perfect, endless, mercilessly delicious and downright inhuman teasing generated in him!

"How could they stand the repeated postponement of the consummation of the two delicious Elves' obvious love...desire...lust for each other's bodies?" Roger wailed to himself, squirming openly as his swollen nuts burned between his thighs. "Give me a break!" Roger gasped mentally in near despair. Were they going to torment him all night?!

"Well, yes! If we let them! But, just hang on! Let the lust flow through you! It will be worth it...trust me!" the Avatar came back. "Don't you worry, buddy! These little bitches are going to pay for teasing us this night! That I promise you!"

Roger just nodded as, for the millionth time it seemed, the two swaying, expert lesbian teases once again closed to almost nipple contact, to almost lesbionic conquest lip touching! This time, when they hesitated as the chorus of Elves reached a seemingly climatic crescendo, they didn't pull back immediately. Instead, they hesitated, barely apart, eyes seemingly lost in the other's wet, warm, love-filled gaze.

Roger swore his heart stopped!

After a heartbreaking eon of hesitation, after the chorus abruptly broke their shrill, lust filled elongated cry, with blurry speed the two sexual antagonists' arms moved, faster than mere mortals could follow, and their hands were instantly full of Guild Elf tit! Their opponents'!

More than one Elf, and including Roger, gasped at the abrupt seizure of Guild Elf Commander boob by the opposite Guild Elf Commander. A count later, before Roger could catch his breath from his gasp, their lips were locked in a sucking, heads twisting around the centerline of their open mouthed, most supernatural, perfectly Nun corrupting lesbo lip-locking kiss! There was no doubt in Roger that at the center of that open mouthed kiss a most deadly serious tongue fight...for lesbian dominance for the evening...was desperately going on.

Roger watched as the two luscious protagonists pressed their loins together, thighs intertwining, jutting mounds grinding against each other. He could clearly make out tons of creamy tit-flesh bulging out between the claw-like fingers fiercely gripping the other's metaphysically gorgeous udders.

Roger's nearly painfully rigid prick jumping continuously, trying to rip his tights asunder to gain freedom...

Freedom to get at those Elves!

"Wait, buddy!" again came the Avatar. "Patience! It will be oh so much...better if we let these fuck-bunnies play their 'game'!"

Gnawing on his lower lip to keep from whining like a whipped poodle, Roger nodded. His eyes remained locked, laser-like, on the two sex wrestling Elves.

Just then Chrysoberyl's tit-filled hands relaxed their grip and instantly moved back towards her...up Gem's suck-cones!

When they reached the very tip, where those pebbly pink nipples jutted imperiously out at Chrysoberyl, she captured each between a forefinger and thumb...

And, clamping down on each nipple, twisted her hands.

Gem jerked vividly, then, as her eyes tried and very nearly did roll up, the Guild Elf Commander's knees did momentarily buckle under the murderous surge of painful bliss her pinched and twisted nipples shot through her Central Nervous System.

Roger heard Gem gag...loudly, a moment later as Chrysoberyl used Gem's momentary pinched nipple distraction to allow her tongue to drive past Gem's own lingual defenses and plunge dramatically down the Guild Elf's convulsing throat!

More than one observing Elf moaned in sincere empathy from Gem's coarse gagging cry. They had all been degraded, more than once, by a throat fucking tongue when they were in the heat of sex combat.

But Gem recovered with admirable rapidity, regaining her legs and forcing a hasty retreat from her convulsing throat by Chrysoberyl's tongue before Gem's pearly and razor sharp teeth came together behind her lips with a clearly audible 'clink'!

In turn, as the opposing Elf brought her retreating tongue back into her own mouth, Gem gripped Chrysoberyl's pebble hard and vividly pink nipples in an equally vicious twisting clamp.

Now it was Chrysoberyl's turn to jerk and gasp as Gem matched her own nipple twisting. Within seconds both Elves were jerking and shuddering in mutual, and wicked, twisting nipple attacks.

No Elf could have withstood such blissful torture! Neither Gem nor Chrysoberyl could have resisted the painfully electrical, yet all too sexually pleasant, shocks shooting up from their heaving babyfeeders! Within minutes one or the other would surely have been forced into humiliating defeat and awesome pinched-nipple orgasm! Thus, within a minute of mutual assault, as if by prearranged signal, abruptly both Elves released their opponent's nipples and pushed against their opposite's well padded boobs.

With a sucking pop their vacuum locked lips parted and they pushed themselves an Elf's arm-length apart.

Roger's eye widened when he saw how fiery red and swollen both pairs of Elf nipples had become! He had never seen, on Human or Elf, tit-tips so inflamed...so elongated and swollen!

The two Elves stood still, facing each other, smiling as if to not give away to her opponent just how inflamed, how painfully stimulated, how...aroused her nipples...and herself... had become!

Suddenly Roger knew just how aroused the two Elf Commanders were...he could make out how clearly wet the two warrior Elves had become...wet arousal now openly displayed between their tights encased thighs! From his position Gem had her back facing him at a 45 degree angle and the angle of view let him make out the wide wet patch in her ass stuffed and skin-clinging tights, a darker patch in the cloth that more than covered her deep asscrack, running up that deep, blatant crack to near her tailbone and spreading across her clenched buttocks nearly to the sides of her hips. In turn, Chyrsoberyl, whose loins faced him, appeared just as soaked, just as flagrantly and erotically electrified. Her entire loins, from halfway up her belly to her navel to more than halfway across to the edges of her flared hips, to near halfway down the inside of her quivering, flexed and spread thighs, was soaked, her tights clinging to the Elf's smooth, luscious flesh like avant-garde body-paint.

He swore he could make out every dimple, every miniscule hair follicle-derived bulge, every and any blemish on the perfectly smooth and slick nether flesh of those panting and sopping Elves...that is, if those masculinely maddening slick and smooth Guild Elf loins had ANY such imperfections!

Roger wanted to cry like a baby when he, without any difficulty, made out Chrysoberyl's cameltoe in precise and Renaissance-master quality bas-relief detail. Displayed magnificently in clinging, 'painted on' soaked tights' veneer as if she were truly naked, her stiff, partially unhooded clit was clearly visible jutting out bravely from between where her parted and elongated labia came together. He swore he could have made out every pubic hair on the divinely build Elf...if Guild Elves had pubic hair!

In turn he could observe that a large portion of Gem's butt coating tights were substantially lost to view, buried into her glorious ass-crease...seemingly never to be seen again...

As if planned, the two Elves then nodded to each other, then turned away from the panting Elves watching them and faced the roaring fire. Simultaneously seizing the waistbands of their soaked tights, both Elves simultaneously bent over at the waist...

And started pulling their pants down, their bubble-butts thrust back at their troops...and Roger!

Roger's eyes lit up and a spontaneous grin broke out on his sweating face. A count later the Avatar spoke up from far in his skull, "Oh, Lordy! Didn't I tell you it was going to get good?!"

Roger just nodded, a stupid shit-eating grin permanently affixed to his face.

With an almost audible snap, the tights popped down abruptly over the Elves bulging buttocks, making those buns seem to jump up out of the their constrictive covering. The Elves then hesitated for a nerve wracking moment as their meatloaves quivered like over-firm jello before their leering audience.

Roger could see that both Elves had the 'tights buried in asscrack' problem as they renewed their disrobing. But both Guild Elf Commanders seemed well practiced with said problem, for they slowed their pants pulling to permit the yards of asscrack engulfed material to slowly...oh so Loki-damn slowly!...slip out from between the crushing grasp of their Guild Elf typical butt-buns.

And did they drag out their disrobing! Roger started squirming again, and his Avatar had to remind him, again, of the 'rewards' that patience and self-discipline provided if he could control his all too eagerly Male-normal immediate gratification response to the perfect Guild Elf sex torture the two Commanders were so effectively displaying.

Roger managed to stop his most immediate cravings to jump up and ravish every female opening in his way...for the time being. But, when he had regained some semblance of control over his libido, he couldn't help but notice the pink tinge of the fire behind the butt outstretched Elves.

With a start, Roger thought: "Just like when he had gone...Berserk the first time?!"

"Can you think of a better time to go 'Berserk', good Buddy? I told you this was going to be good!" the Avatar immediately, and enthusiastically, replied. "Just keep the faith and I'll guarantee you won't...we won't get much sleep tonight!"

At that very moment, at the very same moment, both Elves' asscracks simultaneously gave up the reams of material formally swallowed up between their asscheeks. With the last visages of resistance by their plump, deeply cleaved tails, the two Elves quickly yanked their pants to their ankles.

Their troops whooped and howled with clear approval as the two Elves slowly rose. With superhuman dexterity they kicked off their tights and turned to face one another...absolutely naked.

Roger's cock again threatened to shred his left pants leg! The vision of those two naked Elves, thighs shiny with their copious dew, nipples jutting a good inch, the most smoldering, erotic, hard-on making expressions on their heavy lidded faces, sent Roger into body jerking paroxysms of near out of control lust! His heart felt it would burst!

Abruptly his entire peripheral vision went red, outlining the two Elves in a halo of fiery light!

Gem and Chrysoberyl embraced passionately, their full, conical tits pressing together into warm, meaty pancakes, sweaty, smoothly flat bellies wetly uniting, pressing together, forming a vacuum between them, becoming one. Both Elves simultaneously moaned into the other's mouth as they reached around each other and sank Eagle-like talons deeply into full and smoothly rotund Guild Elf buttocks.

Then the right thighs of each slipped around the wet, slick inside of their opponent's right thigh to press the upper surface against the other's soaking wet slit...

Gasps turned to moans as both began sliding, grinding their increasingly shiny-wet thighs up against the stiff jutting little clits, at the same time parting and spreading wide the moist, floppy labia of their opponent. Magnificent rounded buttocks alternately flexed rock hard and relaxed to doughy rotundness, driving their thighs up between their opposite's thighs, sliding like a fleshy violin bow over openly, helplessly presented and exposed, Guild Elf pussy.

Their kisses became dramatically more emotional...more passionate as the outrageous pleasure of humped clit and frictioned labia surged through their bodies. Neither Elf seemed to be interested in anything save grinding their opponent off into screaming, thrashing, defeating thigh humping orgasm.

Their troops still cheered, but now in hoarse whispers. They were all staring, unmoving, as the two Guild Elf Commanders humped and whimpered ever harder, more rapidly, more enthusiastically.

To Roger it seemed that in the entire troop there wasn't a moist mouth nor a dry pussy to be had!

Then, abruptly, Chrysoberyl threw her head back, loudly breaking the liplock she had been enjoying with Gem. "No!" she hoarsely cried, shaking her head as her jaw set and her eyes squinted. Meekly, weakly, she pushed on Gem's powerful shoulders. "Stop! No! Stop! Ung!"

Using her ass grip, pulling the Elf's hips towards her in order to increase the speed and friction of Chrysoberyl's hips' wet thigh humping, Gem looked over at her opponent's troops. She flashed them a horrible smirk of utter triumph.

Chrysoberyl's troops knew that if their Commander lost...who would be the bottoms tonight!

Gem looked back at the flushed face, luridly moaning Chrysoberyl, her haughty grin diminished not one bit. "Got 'cha!" she cried into the Elf's tossing face, loud enough for all to hear.

Loud enough for an ever more agitated Roger to hear! And when he saw Gem crush the eagerly humping Chrysoberyl in another...final...lesbian kiss of conquest, bending the hardly resisting Guild Elf back until she was near horizontal, preparing to lower her victim to her svelte, most naked back upon the ground before her troops and the roaring fire...to no doubt fist Chrysoberyl into mindless, screaming sexual defeat and multiple orgasm...'something' snapped in him.

Roger had no idea where these thoughts and those extreme bodily responses were originating in him as he leaped to his feet in a veritable blur and followed, in one omnipotent arm motion, by pulling his shirt off to reveal his newly (and very well) developed upper body. For a long moment he stood there, breathing deeply like some transformed monster, glaring, unnoticed by the other enwrapped Elves, at Gem's conquest of a whimpering, squirming, defeated Chrysoberyl.

Actually, he had a good guess as to where those obscene, outrageous, and most un-PC thoughts, as well as the life-threatening, wildly building physiological responses rushing unrestrained through his way too fired up body, were coming from!

The Avatar!

Who abruptly and openly spoke right up from deep in his primitive medullar mind, "You're learning, My Friend! I knew you would figure it out! And You'll need allot of energy, as well as some pretty big and filled cojones, to do what you are planning...what WE are planning to do tonight, so I decided to increase your 'resources'! You'll thank me tomorrow!"

But Roger didn't...couldn't respond, better yet complain. He was flooded with the most outrageous, wild, uncivilized desires, desires that were completely ignoring anything his formerly very PC, married and very middle class conscience was now warning him about following through on.

But it was hopeless, he seemed to sense, almost instinctively. There was nothing, NO One here who could stop him from satisfying his desires...his most animalistic, primitive, MALE desires! All he could think, feel, WANT, now, was struggling Guild Elf pussy thrashing, squealing, cuming beneath him!

Especially Gem pussy!

"What good is it to be a God," the Avatar came back, "if you can't act like one when you want to?"

No one noticed him standing there, nostrils flared, eyes open wide and literally glowing red as if he had just finished storming Omaha Beach or winning Le Mans. All the Elves were staring at where Gem was slowly lowering a writhing, whimpering, barely resisting Chrysoberyl to the dusty ground...

...to fuck.

But 'someone' was talking to him, alright! Someone deep inside him, manipulating his hormones, enzymes, whatever so his heart pounded so hard that his sternum jumped; his titanic steely prick was running down his left pant leg nearly to his knee; that his hands were rock hard fists mindlessly, repeatedly, and rhythmically smacking off the sides of his rock hard upper thighs.

Never had he felt so...strong...powerful...godlike and in command!

He felt he could do everything!

That he could do anything he wanted!

To ANYONE he wanted to!

And, red glowing eyes fixed on the ball busting beautiful and NAKED Lady Gem sexually, lesbionically dominating the other Guild Elf Commander and about to fist fuck her into screaming submission, he just knew what part of 'anything' he was going to do!

With his first pounding step, the Avatar interrupted one more time, "Be wary, My Friend! I know how Guild Elves think, I made them after all! They will not appreciate your interfering with their 'Last Night in the Field' ceremony! I am afraid you will need to force Gem..."

"Good!" Roger interrupted with a werewolf like growl. His strides were purposeful, powerful as he walked quickly around the gawking gaggle of lesbian Elves, making straight for Gem...

Damn did he feel great!

Just as he stepped before her troops, Gem looked up from taunting the helpless Chrysoberyl...at him.

Then she frowned...

He didn't get two full strides further towards her before she unromantically dropped the Elf writhing in her arms and was up straight on her wide parted feet, her magnificently conditioned, deliciously nude body at full alert. Her frown had, if anything, gotten deeper.

"What do you want...Man?!" she barked like an enraged chihuahua.

Roger managed to come up short without displaying any fear or surprise. Only then did he realized that his prick, while obviously erect in running down the left leg of his tights, was not uncovered. Abruptly he knew he was on his own, without the Elf intoxicating effects of his uncovered Loki Prick.

Good!

About time he fend for himself!

He just leered down at Gem's most displeased face. A big, arrogantly masculine smile crossed his increasingly disrespectful, near barbarically manly face.

Which only increased Gem's apparent fury at him. "Stay back, Male! This is for the Guild only tonight! Men...YOU are not welcome!" He saw her eyes stray down to his barely encased, powerfully jumping prick running down his leg.

Roger just slowly, tauntingly looked up and down his victim's ball busting body, running his reddened vision from her out-thrust, hard tipped tits, down her smooth, flat, deep and dark naveled belly to where her bald twat rested between her two parted, full and firm...and wet...thighs. He could see her little clit jutting out and her bright pink pussy lips hanging wetly between them.

Her hands clenched into fists alongside her wide, wet hips. "Go drink more travel ale and sleep it off, Male! We want nothing to do with you this night!"

Out the corner of his eye he saw numerous gorgeous, pointy eared heads nod in agreement.

Good!

With a growl, Roger replied, "I want you, Gem! Now! Attend me!"

Her jaw momentarily and unconsciously dropping in shock and anger, then the Guild Elf Commander's eyes flashed in barely contained fury. But she didn't immediately reply.

Maybe she couldn't just then!

But she could hold her left arm out towards her wide eyed troops!

Roger saw instantly why she did when a flashing blade flew through the night air from the gaggle of troops. Without taking her furious eyes from Roger's, her outstretched left hand caught the sword by its grip. Then, again without looking at it, she tossed the sword into her right hand...

...Her sword hand!

Roger tried to keep his arrogant grin up.

Then, accompanied by the most Male terrifying metallic shriek, the Guild Elf swung the blade over her head in a blur and brought the razor sharp blade before her...

...aimed at him...

...right between his eyes!

Suddenly the Elf was smiling...

And Roger realized that he wasn't!

"Tonight is for the Guild..." Gem repeated slowly, carefully, seriously. "Just for the Guild!"

Then sudden anger flared in him. The nerve! Been prick teasing me this entire trip...depending on me to get Chrysoberyl back...more than willing to play with my god-cock before Janey, my Wife!...but not the last night together on the prairie?

"Fuck that!" Roger growled, taking a step towards the luscious, and deadly, Guild Elf.

"Swoosh!" went by Roger's ear and a flash just under his nose registered in his mind and he stopped hastily after just one stride. He heard the Avatar chuckling, way down in the dark, evil, sexually torrid part of his mind.

"Told you so!" the Avatar added.

"The Bitch just took a swing at me!" Roger roared silently in his mind.

"Sure did! Went just under your chin! Just doing you a favor...letting you know she could slit your throat anytime she wanted to! She probably gives a shit about you...Guild Elves usually don't give warning shots! But, take another step and she could lop your head right off! Still feel like a God?"

Keeping his eyes on the smirking Gem, Roger's anger peaked within him. "That Bitch!" He felt his prick flex massively.

The Avatar laughed, "I warned you! Want to go back to drinking yourself to horny sleep with ale?"

"Fuck no!" Roger replied silently and, quite thoughtlessly and impulsively, took another step forward. Before he even finished that step, he heard Gem's sword singing again.

"Damn!" he said aloud when he felt the the razor sharp blade stroke across his upper chest just under his throat. Then the burning began. Keeping his heroic cool, eyes still fixed on Gem's, he sent his fingers under his throat and, without looking anywhere but at the smirking Gem, dabbed his fingertips at the burning line, about three inches long, just under his clavicle and across his sternum. Lifting his fingers to his face, he glanced at the blood on them.

Inside he was livid! "That Bitch! She'll pay for cutting me! Damn her! I know! I'll whip out my schlong and make her bark like a dog! Bark like My Bitch!"

But before he could even tell his body to reach for the waistband of his tights, the Avatar came back. "Wait a minute! Whipping that out is not going to impress these Elves! You've been porking them...at their choice and time...through this entire mission! How are they going to feel...to think about you if you have to pull out your glowing wanker to get into their Commander's pants? No! If you're a God...their God...you have to put some fear into them! Fire on the mountaintop and the like! If you're that pissed at Gem, show it! Put the little baby in her place! 'What would Loki do?'"

"But how..." Roger started when the solution just popped into his head! Magick, of course! All that spell study he did before he left with these Elves came through at last! The spell was hovering right before his mind's eye.

"Yea! That will work just right...and you thought of it! You might make a decent God after all!" went the Avatar.

Roger concentrated on what his real eyes were seeing, which was Gem, sword still leveled, smiling at his discomfort as his blood trickled down his hunky chest.

"I could have cut your throat, Man!" she cried loud enough for all Lokin to hear. "I swear I'll cut off your head...the head you don't use...if you take one more step!"

He could see that she was sincere...

But so was he...

Suddenly raising his stiff right arm, Roger simply barked, "Dilato Membrum!" When his extended right index finger pointed at a suddenly startled Gem, a flash of brilliant but brief light shot out, striking her right between her big, conical tits.

When the blinding flash dissipated, Gem was hovering some three feet above the ground, her arms and legs widely spread apart, glowing rings around her ankles and wrists. Her sword, still clutched in her right hand, now pointed uselessly into the dark sky.

She gawked, open eyed, at him as Roger grinned...evilly.

"No!" was all she could gasp as he stepped around the still writhing Chrysoberyl on the ground and stopped just in-front of the hovering Elf.

He seized her sword hand in his left...and squeezed.

Almost at once Gem howled and her sword dropped to the ground with a clang.

He released her hand immediately, then cupped her right boob with his left hand, gently squeezing the more than a handful babyfeeder while pressing her pebbly nipple into his palm. "This is no way to treat your God!" he smirked into her frowning face.

The Guild Elf Commander's courage served her well, even if her weapon no longer could, "Release me! Damn You! You must not...you cannot rape me...not before my troops! I will lose face...my command voice will fail!"

Roger just reached in between her widely spread thighs and cupped her...soaking wet...pussy with his right hand. He parted her floppy labia and felt the cascade of hot, slick girl juice pour around and between his fingers as he freely explored her wide open sex.

His smile broadened when he heard the Elf gasp and whine, her hips begin to squirm around his groping digits. He worked her ruthlessly, forcing more and more gasps and louder and louder whines from her until she was panting like a marathon runner, and her endless flow of lube, running copiously down the inside of her wide spread thighs, dripped in long strands from the back of her bulging buttocks and flexed thighs.

Her troops just sat there, silent and open mouthed, as Roger turned their Commander into a raggedly gasping, nearly begging bitch...

Nearly begging...

But definitely his Bitch!

When she was jerking and squirming all around his hand, when she was staring at him with wide and aroused eyes, her fang-like canines clamped down on her lower lip, her nostrils flared, Roger suddenly, rapidly, and brutally rammed his two middle fingers of his right hand to the last knuckle up into her pussy.

Gem's forced, slutty moan rolled over the entire camp, as deep and warbling as Roger had ever heard from an Elf.

There was no more resistance in that moan.

Right after she went silent, she opened her eyes, looking up at him. This time the look she was giving him was one of pure feminine terror.

Knowing instinctively what he was going to do, she shook her head frantically when she felt his fingers drop back out her wide open womanhole,...

Her next response, a definite howl, just as loud but much more piercing than her first moan of overwhelming penetration pleasure, came immediately after he thrust his soaked fingers back, with even more force, into her a second time. When that howl died away, with a most disrespectful smirk, he started twisting his buried fingers.

Twisting them way up in her sloppy belly.

The pitiful, elongated, most sincere yet unwilling moan that she gave out was music to Roger's ears. She ended staring at him, eyes hooded, lower lip quivering, as her belly heaved and humped around his rigid fingers.

He sent his left hand around her hip to grip her bulging right asscheek. Holding her firmly in hovering place, he groped her biggest muscle freely, enjoying her gasps as he goosed her bottomless asscrack, her unrestrained moans as his fingers twisted back and forth next to her cervix.

"Please!" she gasped in a whining whisper. "Don't do this...don't do this to me!"

He just grinned, and, adding another digit, began powerfully finger-fucking her. His hand flew up and down, driving his fingers completely into her wide open and sloppy twat, then making her still tight pussy suck noisily on them when he pulled them down. Then he simply repeated the motion...

Fast and hard...

And, in just a few seconds and driving strokes, the Guild Elf Commander threw her white and sharp fanged grimacing head back, gasping and crying loudly while shaking her head right and left in frantically futile denial of Roger's effectiveness at arousing her lushly nude and helplessly bound body.

Roger just continued with his noisy, sloppy fingering, relentlessly, mercilessly, omnipotently driving his three fingers in and out of her drooling girlhole until the "Lady" Gem was hoarsely grunting, her hips humping, her spread thighs quivering in oncoming orgasm.

When, just as the Elf stiffened dramatically on the edge of glorious, mind dissolving orgasm, he abruptly and cruelly yanked his fingers out of her, she immediately shrieked back at him in wide eyed frustration.

The fierce, all too feminine frustration of the almost orgasmed...

He pulled her to him by his grip on her ass, pressing her hot, sweaty and luscious body against his own. She panted into his face, unable to take her wide eyes off his smirking countenance. She whimpered in open pleading up to him...

He bent his head down, placing his lips next to her long, pointed ear. He could smell, almost taste, the cinnamon of her panting breath swirl around his head. In a quiet, intimate voice he whispered, "These troops might be yours to order and fuck! Even...Flare might be yours...But I am telling you, now, that YOU are my Elf, Gem! And you will serve me...any way an Elf can serve her God...from now on!"

Then, after turning her to face her 'troops', he released her, letting her hang from her metaphysical bonds, as he reached for his waistband. With a yank he freed his meat, which flipped up between Gem's widely parted thighs, throwing feet long coiled strands of cum into the group of troops gawking at their Commander's 'defeat'. His cock came to rest after smacking, loudly, into the bottom of Gem's bulging, wet buttocks.

She squealed at the goose...which brought an even broader smile to Roger's face.

Seizing her hips, he brought her towards him, pulling her down while doing so, so his fist sized glans slipped perfectly between the bottom of her buns and the back of her pussy. He closed his eyes in ultimate Male bliss as Gem's wet heat enveloped his pussy probing cockhead.

When his meat lodged and plugged her dripping opening, Gem's eyes flew open and she gasped raggedly...right before her gawking troops.

"No!" she gasped, closing her eyes in utter impending doom. But she couldn't keep the warble out of her cry, and gnawing on her lower lip as his fist sized glans spread her feminine opening didn't help her convince her horror stricken troops to believe that she really didn't want Roger to follow through...

Roger continued to pull down on her hovering hips, and more cockhead slipped home, spreading the Elf's womanhood easily and widely. "Oh, yea!" Roger replied, eyes fixed on Gem's deep asscrack seemingly straddling his pussy threatening meat, as the helpless Elf visibly quivered, partially impaled on his monstrous sex lance.

He continued to steadily, relentlessly press the panting and now whimpering Elf down, forcing her, albeit gently, around his arm thick organ. Until...

Harley Quinn laid back on her "Puddin's" grandiose fifteen by fifteen foot bed, clothed in only her red and white checkerboard chaps, and idly stroked her seeming permanently stiffened, inch long clit. The tip of the well exercised and experienced middle finger of her right hand slowly, gently, continuously and compulsively rotated around and around her button, making her little prick jump with joy. The sensations were a hundred times more pleasurable, and potent, than she ever remembered when she had jacked herself off back on Earth.

Everything was so much...better here compared to Earth!

The food was tastier!

The cocks-oh so much bigger!

And what those huge cocks spurted out when she sucked on them...French vanilla tastier! Definitely the "pudding" her "puddin's"...by now, reminded by the raucous noises coming into the bedroom from the hall outside...her multiple "puddin's"!...oh so generously gave her were oh so much more generous and flavorful than anything she had sucked out of Joker or Batman!

And she no longer minded...worried about...'welcoming' Lord Chaos' 'friends', his fellow Dark Lords, to this strategy conclave at His Castle...

At first, when He told her what her 'duties' would be as welcoming 'Hostess', she had been intimidated.

Downright terrified, actually. Imagine: A little (compared, at least, to a typical Dark Lord Consort) very mortal and very Human slut, trying to properly welcome her Master's closest friends and allies...Dark Lord accomplices all hung like horses with the personalities of a Tyrannosaur!

Talk about intimidating!

Furthermore, her fuck-addled mind never even considered what those responsibilities could be...until at least she was faced by them in the flesh! She had never realized just what 'welcoming' Dark Lords to Chaos' Castle would entail!

But she came through the initial 'ceremonies' with admirable aplomb, she told herself as her magnificently developed and trained body (that is, for a mere mortal Human female) shuddered in impending orgasm as she sped up her finger-jacking.

To her surprise at that moment, Lord Chaos seemed to really enjoy watching her choke on and most effectively suck off his 'friends' as they arrived at the Main Entrance to His Great Hall! In fact, he first instructed her in her duties in 'welcoming' other Dark Lords with the first Dark Lord to arrive in the entrance: Chaos simply wrapped the hand that was not clasping the other Dark Lord's arm in welcome around the top of Harley's skull and, without verbal command or even suggestion, nor even a glance her way, forced her down, in no uncertain terms, to her knees before the towering, broadly grinning Dark Lord...and his especially not smiling Mistress.

Then, as Chaos identified the kneeling out of sight Harley as His 'hostess' to the Dark Lord's towering and frowning Consort, Harley found herself staring at a...huge...tent projecting out of the visiting Dark Lord's robes. A tent aimed accurately and directly at her face!

No example of 'implied command' had ever been clearer to Harley! By the time Chaos finished introducing her to a most scowling Dark Lord Consort, Harley was gagging (happily!) on an arm long and leg thick piece of massively firm, 'living primordial rock' Dark Lord meat!

And after she had 'welcomed' her Lord Chaos' first two visitors, and enthusiastically gobbled down their literally liter sized loads, she was looking forward to welcoming all of the Dark Lords in Lokin from her knees!

Harley certainly knew how to ingratiate herself to powerful Metaphysical Males!

Somewhere in her orgasm blurred and cum-overloaded memory of gummy wadd pouring down her chin accompanied by supersonic nasal spews of female enslaving cum, she recalled someone warning her that Dark Lord wadd was addictive to Elves or Humans who swallowed too much of it...too eagerly. It was probably one of the Consorts, a 'friendly' warning, only, now, she couldn't remember exactly who had warned her!

She had also been told, by the same unknown advisor, that ingesting mouthfuls of Dark Lord load affected the memory, too!

Harley laid her head back upon the bed, a self-satisfied smile on her face as her finger sped up yet again its clit jacking. She was getting close...close to going off...had to fight it down...don't go so fast...

And speaking of cuming: What had really got her off earlier in the Great Hall, besides making those God-like Males explode helplessly and violently into her near insanely smiling face, was the look given her from each of the Dark Lord's Consorts...their towering, quite inhumanly powerful and beautiful (in their way) 'women' of the stone colored skin that accompanied them...as an all-too-eager Harley, kneeling before their 'men' in a blatantly and eagerly compliant, slavish posture (That THEY would never put themselves in!), got their towering, powerful, oh so very hunky and hung Lords spewing so quickly, and voluminously, all over her way-too-well-built-for-a-mortal's body and right before their glaring, envious eyes!

Oh the looks she got from those huge bitches as she eagerly scooped up fingerfulls of their men's freshly erupted, whipped-cream like woman-food from her dripping chin and drooling chest...and immediately stuffing the gunk into her Male-satisfying mouth!

"Oh, damn it Harley!" Harley gasped on the bed, her body shaking on the very edge of bliss while her finger became a circular blur between her labia. "You are good!" she complimented herself as she slowed her fingering speed fractionally, keeping her sweaty, vibrating body on the edge of cumming...

For as long as she could.

Well, her 'welcoming' duties were finished, and the Dark Lords, by the cries and curses and sounds of shattering furniture coming into Lord Chaos' chambers betrayed, were well into their 'negotiation' period of the meetings, so she could afford some "me" time...

After Harley had 'welcomed' all of the Dark Lord visitors and all were socializing in little knots scattered around the nearly quarter mile long Great Hall, more than a few of those towering 'females' had managed to get her 'alone' for a moment in the vastness of the Hall. Surprisingly, at that time, to a suddenly fearful Harley, to a 'girl' each expressed, with glowing red eyes and wide, toothy smiles that ranged from the almost friendly to the insanely hungry, their great desire to get her alone...for an hour and in their beds...to see just how far their oversized fists could reach up into her belly!

While some certainly showed her an honest curiosity about her talents as a pussy licker, without a doubt most of those head taller and fifty pounds (at least!) meatier 'women', especially those with the more 'extreme' leering grins and brighter red eyes, were not expressing any desires for affection or mutually satisfying lust towards her!

They wanted to see if she were truly mortal!

However, her "puddin'", Lord Chaos, knowing of the envy so common amongst Consorts towards the female slaves of their 'Men', as well as the unwritten "Code of Revenge" amongst those Herculean harpies (After all, he had had one, and still would if not for his dear friend, the Minotaur!), kept a close eye on her during the 'social sessions' so none of those primordial Amazons had been able, at least so far, to get her alone and helpless long enough to satisfy their burning revenge for her well practiced and unique oral talents.

Then, with a quiet gasp, Harley's long, magnificently toned legs quivered and jerked apart further on the bed as her circulating finger forced her little clit to spasm in almost orgasmic ecstasy.

Speaking of her clit, she reminded herself in an attempt at distraction from the unwanted-as-yet orgasm that her talented, and well exercised, masturbating finger was trying to instill in her, she had never realized that hers was especially so little when compared to some of the 'clits' she had been presented with by not a few of the more 'lesbian' Consorts here!

Most of those Hulk-like females, during their 'meetings' with her on the floor of the Great Hall, as if in proof of their implied offers/threats, had just pulled open the bottom half of their robes matter-of-factly and thrust their awesomely armed hips right out at her!

Right in the middle of the Great Hall!

And Harley had been...still was...impressed by what was presented to her. Some of those...elephant trunk-like feminine erections could put the Joker, or even Batman himself, to shame!

Hell, some of them could dwarf John Holmes!

She had been, and still was, tempted...only tempted...to take on (or in) some of the less insane looking Consorts in 'bed wrestling'. She knew "Puddin" wouldn't mind if he had assurances no permanent harm would come to her. He'd probably want to watch!

As would the other Dark Lords!

She had been told by some Consorts, as she stared, open mouthed, at the wrist thick clits they were shoving into her face, that the Dark Lords had been talking about accepting that sport the Guild Elves were so famous for..."Sexual Combat" it was called.

Sounded interesting...

But, nonetheless, every Dark Lord would have liked a ringside seat if Harley ever agreed to 'take on' one of the Consorts...

No doubt just to see if a 'female' Consort would or could do a better job of drilling her than a 'male' Dark Lord! Just to see the uppity Human 'pussy' get fucked stupid by another 'woman'!

Dumb, arrogant...Men!

But maybe she could find a Consort hung enough, and sane enough, to NOT fuck her to death, but maybe only into an orgasmic coma!

Then a roar, with the sharp sound of splintering wood, coming through the big oaken door leading into Lord Chaos' private chambers broke her masturbatory daydream. She immediately recognized the roar as from Chaos (he roared allot!). Then she recognized it as his laugh, and she relaxed a bit.

He must have gotten some consensus from the other Dark Lords as to future Dark Lord plans. Chaos had formed this gathering to plan a course of action against those Guild Elves...and that new Loki they had.

Chaos had been moved...frightened even!...when he heard what that Loki had done to the two Dark Lords he had sent to the border to test the Guild's ability to respond to an incursion, or invasion, from Jotunheim.

Chaos, no Dark Lord, could tolerate being...afraid...of someone, anyone, in Lokin. Fear was the only intolerable condition...only unacceptable emotion in Dark Lords.

Defeat in combat, utter sexual enslavement, or total physical violation (they were immortal, after all!) was preferable to fear in Dark Lords and their Consorts...Which was why the Consorts wanted Harley helpless and squealing under them. They...feared...the influence of the slutty, little expert Human cocksucker had over their 'Men' and they wanted to 'break' her sexually, make her their sexual slave, and right in-front of their 'Men', in order to get that influence back!

Then she heard him roar again and she instantly froze, staring at the door...

This one wasn't laughter!

The door burst open and, with a start, Harley sat up to see Lord Chaos enter, holding Carolyn Hobson before him. Just inside the door, not stopping, his robe dropped to the floor. Naked, he continued entering.

He held Carolyn in his hands, his steely fingers dug deep into Mrs. Hobson's full, round asscheeks. Her legs were hooked atop his arms, her arms around his neck. From the view Harley had of her vividly swollen belly, she was obviously sitting on, or around, Chaos' huge dick. Her pear shaped, pendulous breasts swung and quivered as He strode in carrying her.

As He strode, Mrs. Hobson just looked up at him with wide, though blank, eyes, her jaw dropped in total shock, her breaths short and fast.

Her tits had gotten even bigger since Harley fisted her for information. When Carolyn told her about the source of the new Loki. That information had gotten Harley in real good with Chaos.

But Chaos, once Harley had told him what she had gotten from Carolyn, put the Human in her place under him and fucked her damn near brain dead, with a wide eyed, horribly and unwillingly aroused Harley laying right there next to the screaming, pinned woman.

Harley had to admit it...Chaos could certainly interrogate females! That cock of his and his Dark Power was irresistible to any female...once he was in you. Within moments of accepting his cock into her belly Mrs. Hobson was telling him anything he wanted to know...everything she had to give him!

Now, she was little more than a slavish fuck puppy...useless for anything but unloading balls into. Harley could see a...monstrously wide hole between her buttocks, right over her anus, that the Human sported as Chaos carried her, fucking her belly swollen with each of his powerful, purposeful strides. As they stepped in, the obviously broken female howled mindlessly with each of His strides...with each gut dislocating drive into her accompanying those yard long strides.

Harley almost felt pity for Carolyn.

Almost...

Chaos had carried Harley like that, her womb bouncing off his cockhead with each of his steps. Howling like a Howler Monkey, she had been carried/fucked all over His Castle. For seeming hours he used her, forcing dozens of mind blanking orgasms out of her...

All over his Castle...

But her mind wasn't broken by it...

Maybe warped (a little more!), but not destroyed...

So, fuck Carolyn if she's not tough enough to take it!

Harley was playing for very high stakes, and couldn't afford sentimentality!

He stopped in the middle of the room and looked at Harley with a little smile. Then he closed his eyes and began to grind Carolyn's pierced hips down upon His spike.

Harley could see the leg thick stump of His cock that still extended out of the stuffed Carolyn begin to throb visibly. And Carolyn cried out.

She knew, from long, deep experience, what that throbbing meant in Lord Chaos' cock!

Harley saw the shameless slut begin to hump her hips forward and back, rapidly. She panted loudly as He let her ride her cervix over His cockhead, rubbing Him off.

For a long moment Harley watched the Human desperately service her divine Master, until...

Chaos growled, then Carolyn screamed...

And Carolyn's already bulging belly began to swell! In vivid, powerful pulses her swollen belly got bigger. It grew until Harley was certain she would burst!

Only, at seemingly the last moment, Chaos pushed the woman off him, sending her flying, screaming, through the air to land on another bed, some twenty feet away. Through her entire great arc her widely dilated pussy gushed forth with coiled, coagulated Dark Lord wadd.

Once he was free of her, his mighty man-weapon jerked once and spewed a feet long jet of wrist thick cum...

A good twenty feet it jetted!

Right into Harley's shocked face!

It struck her forehead, then dropped down the middle of her until the tail flooded her deep, dark, heaving navel.

Looking in triumph at her, his eyes big and shining, his inhumanly dimensioned and developed, primordial matter constructed body heaved with his breaths as he watched, bemused, as Harley, unbidden, began licking up the delicious ballpudding drooling greasily down between her tits and over her chin.

Carolyn remained where she had been thrown, panting and whimpering openly for more divine fuck, while pints of coagulated god-gunk poured out of her thoroughly stretched and flooded twat, down the edge of the bed, and to the ancient hard wood floor.

Calming somewhat...at least enough to be coherent, Lord Chaos' eyes, fixed on Harley's, flashed once, and then began to glow a bright red.

Harley felt the most wicked wave of slutty lust rise, unstoppable, from her belly to saturate her body with torrid need. Need for Chaos' cock!

All she could think about then was getting on her knees before him...right this minute...and suck...suck...suck...

She had felt it before, many times in fact. After each such sexually submissive event with Him she had done his bidding, willingly and enthusiastically, only to bitterly reproach herself afterwards for her weakness, and promising herself to be stronger next time...

Next time...

But each time He wanted something...degradingly sexual, every-time His eyes flashed at her, she acted so much...weaker than the previous time!

He was so powerful! So much a hunk! So fucking hung!

Eyes locked hypnotically upon his bobbing, once again drooling, far out jutting rock hard prick, she almost crawled off his bed. Almost crawled to him on her hands and knees, big, broad butt swaying enticingly. Almost offer herself, offer any of her openings...for any use...for any fuck...Offer ALL of her openings, to his jutting and intimidating divine dick!

But his roar of fury stopped her just before she moved...

"That Bitch!" he roared to make Harley jump. "She betrays Us...she betrays ME! And now she will just run away...to that worthless rock called Earth! Just to avoid MY Rightful Wrath at her betrayal! The Bitch!"

"Ah, 'Bitch', M'Lord?" Harley carefully replied, her eyes going up and down between his still huge, still iron bar hard cock and those red, glowing eyes. The lust was slightly diminished, though still there. She had a major wet spot under her perfectly rotund and smooth asscheeks, and it wasn't from peeing.

Worse, she knew he could force her back into slavish slut mode with just another flash of those red eyes.

"Who!?" he roared back, making her hair wave in the breeze of his blast furnace-hot, spicy-cinnamon breath. "Why, that slippery dragon-squeeze, Orc flop-swallower Desiree, that's who!"

"She is...running away to Earth?"

He nodded. "She made her bid for Loki's power...Damn, she probably wanted to become an immortal Dark Lord! But her Loki-Kai failed her and she knows the fate of Aesir's who try to overthrow the Immortal and fail!" He looked at Carolyn, as Harley immediately followed.

Carolyn was whimpering on the bed, both hands buried between her thighs, sloppy with copious quantities of coagulated cum. Her eyes were fixed on Chaos, and she whined continuously for more dick from her Master. Those pear shaped suck sacks swayed in firm, meaty feminine offering, her nipples at least an inch long.

Harley shuddered. Suddenly she didn't blame this Desiree for running away!

Abruptly Harley was no longer horny...

She was fearful...fearful of Chaos' justice!

"But she will not escape my wrath! My revenge! My Cock!" Chaos roared. Then, with a sweep of his arm, two simultaneous flashes of light momentarily appeared behind him. The flashes were instantly replaced by two figures tied spread eagled into racks.

Harley's eyes opened wide. They were two, rather short, but very female figures. By their three times too long, and sharply pointed ears, she guessed they were Elves.

But their smooth, naked skin was shiny black!

He grinned at her. "Drow!" he proudly proclaimed. "Captured for me just this day! Captured for my revenge!"

"Drow?" Harley mumbled, studying the two. She had heard of the Drow, of course, but never met one.

They, indeed, were beautiful creatures...in a svelte, firm, treacherous way. They were around the same height as Kia, with the same narrow, flat waists, strong looking legs, and especially strong looking upper arms. Their tits couldn't match the fullness of a Guild Elf's, though they were just as firm. About one Human male's handful in size, Harley expertly estimated.

In contrast to their coal-black skin, the hair on their heads was long and curly, but absolute white. Likewise each had a small, but blatant patch of white fur atop their jutting mounds. The pussy lips hanging between their wide spread thighs were bright and wet looking red, almost maroon. Their rock hard nipples were very maroon colored.

But the looks on their faces! She had seen Guild Elves with murderous anger on their faces, but nothing matched the shivering terror producing countenances these two were giving Chaos!

They didn't want to just kill him!

They wanted to slowly torture him to death! As slowly and painfully as was possible!

And laugh at him as he suffered!

How could such...delicious creatures be so...evil?

He stepped up to her, showing her something in his outstretched hand.

It was a knife...only the blade was made out of some kind of nearly transparent cool blue colored flint.

"Libidoblade," he simply said. "The main weapon of Drow Assassins!" He looked back at the two helpless Drow and frowned deeply.

To their credit, the two Drow immediately sneered back, showing absolutely no fear.

"This is the only weapon that can incapacitate a Dark Lord without the use of serious Magick," He went on. "One scratch makes Us...everyone in Lokin uncontrollably horny. The Drow specialize in poisons, you see."

She nodded, staring at the blade, which was impressively beautiful, but making no attempt to even touch it.

"No doubt they were on a mission for their Queen Embla when I..." he looked back at them, "captured them! Maybe they were a hit squad...maybe even for me!" He glared at them and they glared right back.

He looked back at Harley, "But what was their mission is no longer important!" Again he looked back at the Drow, "For now they are in My service!"

For the first time Harley saw something other than arrogant resistance in the Drow faces.

"They will serve me..." Chaos started.

"Never!" barked the high pitched voice of the Drow on the right.

Chaos just smiled at the outburst, then went on, "As I said, these two will serve me...do my bidding...willfully and happily!"

He looked back at Harley, his face composed, calm, even happy. "You should read about the Drow, my Dear! Their early History, right after Loki created them as a counterbalance to his Guild Elves. You see, for a time Loki feared he had given the Guild too much talent, too much power. They threatened to dominate Lokin, to the detriment of the other little females he had created to fuck in the mountains and forests. So he created the Drow, who lived under the Mountains and acted as a counterbalance to the fast and free riding Guild.

"He had learned much from creating other Elves, and he knew these Drow had to be able to counter, but not defeat, his Guild. So he gave them the ability to use the knife, an underground weapon, with the personality and skills to use poisons, which are useful underground and in closed spaces. The Guild, intended to patrol the vast open spaces of Lokin, were skilled in the weapons of the open...bows and swords, spears and leaping self-defense.

"Well, early on in the creation of the Drow, there was a version of the Drow, a very special version, which were later blended back into the general Drow population. But for awhile they were an especially important and well regarded segment of the Drow population."

He looked back at the Drow. "They were called Loki-Drow..."

Harley almost gasped at the reaction of the imprisoned Drow. She had never seen such a brave looking Elf so...frightened!

"Yes," He went on, smirking. "They remember them! They remember what powers the Loki-Drow had...had over them! What the Loki-Drow could DO to them!"

Looking back at Harley, Chaos went on with a big grin. "No one knows why Loki created the Loki-Drow. I personally think it was a practical joke by Him when he was drunk! But, whatever the reason he didn't like what resulted when he set loose the Loki-Drow upon the Drow. So, after a few decades, she simply changed them into regular Drow and blended them into the regular population. And he planted a great fear into the Drow so they would never go looking or wanting more Loki-Drow!"

Looking back at the now somewhat worried Drow, he went on, "But I can recreate the Loki-Drow! I have the spell...it is already cast...on these two Drow! But what I have lacked is the catalyst!" And he held up the cool blue libidoblade.

"Catalyst?" Harley whispered, totally sober now, quite uncomfortable and in no way right then in any sexual mood.

Chaos nodded, then turned to the Drow.

Who looked absolutely terrified. As he approached them, brandishing the libidoblade, both brave Drow collapsed. "Please! No!" squeaked the one on the right, eyes open and white, fixed on the approaching blade.

"I'll do whatever you want!" squealed the one on the left. "Just don't use that on me! Please! I'll do anything!"

"Who do you want killed!?" Came from the right. "You want me to suck? I will...I'll swallow! I'm good!"

"Me too! You can fuck me...in the ass! You know how Drow hate getting fucked there! I'll do it! We will do it! Just don't use that on us...there!"

Chaos just laughed and reached around the Drow on the right with his free hand and gripped her by her not by any definition flat or skinny ass to hold her steady. Then he turned her hips towards a quite startled Harley. "See the maroon clit?" he asked her, presenting the terrified Drow's twat to the Human. "That's what is missing!"

Then he simply brought the tip of the libidoblade to the tip of the Drow's, admittedly stiff, little clit and poked it.

Immediately the clit doubled in length and width! Then, as Chaos released her ass, the Drow began to violently shudder in her metaphysical bonds, jerking wildly as her face grimaced in terror.

Abruptly she threw her head back and shrilly howled, rattling the rafters. For a good half minute she howled. When she finished her tits had, too, doubled in size and, as she brought her head back up, she was projecting twin beams of bloody red light from her round and red eyes. Her long, pointed ears had bent inward over her head. They now resembled horns...

Just like a devil's.

Then they began to glow

But Harley wasn't staring at the Drow's face. Her eyes were fixed on the Drow's loins...

Where something was emerging...growing out from where her clit had been.

Some-thing that was long...very long...as long of Lord Chaos' Cock!

And thick...oh so very thick! As thick as her calf!

And black...black as the night sky...but with a bulbous, maroon tip.

When a pair of grapefruit sized testicles, confirming Harley's worse hypothetical fears, dropped down between the Drow's wide spread legs to hang, in a hairless sac, halfway to the Drow's quivering knees, Harley, with a hiss of aroused shock, finally admitted to herself what it was that was jutting out of the former Drow...

Then the other Drow began howling.

In less than two minutes this Drow dropped a pair of grapefruit sized nuts to join her freshly formed, sixteen inch long, five inch wide demoncock jutting from her loins.

"Loki-Drow!" Chaos proudly proclaimed.

Harley, eyes abruptly and fiercely fixed now on the pair of red glowing eyes of the former Drow on her right, could only nod dumbly...numbly. She had to consciously close her mouth.

They were looking back at her...red eyes running up and down her voluptuous, naked, very feminine body. Both had absolutely hideous demonic grins on their faces as their cocks jerked and drooled.

Then the eyes of the Drow on her right locked on Harley's.

Abruptly Harley no longer noticed what was around her.

Chaos, ignoring Harley's detachment under the eyes of the two Loki-Drow, went on, "As you no doubt notice, they are well...equipped for 'servicing' females, both Drow and Human! They were also given, by Loki, the ability to...distract females in order to seduce them more effectively...more easily. Similar to what he gave Unicorns and other horned equines to make mating with Guild Elves more...pleasant. But..." Then he noticed Harley's blank stare, eyes locked with the first Loki-Drow's. "Well, I see you have discovered that ability in the Loki-Drow! Good! I wanted to see if they were as effective with females as the myths say!

"They certainly had a reputation as sex assassins! In fact, they are the first creatures created specifically for sexual assault. Loki thought that he had made the Drow too treacherous, too prone to back stabbing and betrayal. The Loki-Drow were intended to keep the Drow from taking advantage of the more honorable, and naive, Elves in Lokin. And, as usual, Loki did a very good job in designing his Loki-Drow. Too good a job! Their sexual abilities and conquests were so dominating to the Drow, so possessive of Drow females, that they actually began to deprive Loki of his own Drow sexual partners! He couldn't compete with the Loki-Drow for his lush black bottoms!

"At least I believe that was the ultimate reason he eventually got rid of them! Anyway, I need to test these two to see if they really can perform the mission I have planned for them!"

Both devilish Loki-Drow were glaring, leering into the eyes of the increasingly panting Harley. Their wicked grins grew, their 'horns' glowed, as Harley's heaving tits projected harder and harder, longer and yet longer nipples at their tips.

"Mission?" the Loki-Drow on Harley's right softly said, not taking her hypnotic gaze off of Harley's unblinking eyes.

Chaos chuckled. "Why, Desiree of course! She has at least one Guild Elf, that pain in the ass Flare, guarding her! I am assuming it will take two Loki-Drow to fuck Flare into a stupor so to get access to Desiree...and at least one to sexually assassinate her!"

"Assassinate?" the Loki-Drow added.

With a sigh of frustration at the new Loki-Drow's ignorance, Chaos quickly replied, "You two will fuck Desiree either into brainless slavery, like Mrs Hobson here..." and he pointed to the furiously masturbating, sweat soaked, whining woman on the other bed. "Or fuck the Aesir to death! Desiree might be a Master Mage and Aesir, but she is mortal, after all! And very much a female! Either or both of you two are quite capable of defeating, breaking, and assassinating her, you know! And whichever you do, I will be satisfied.

"But Guild Elves are even tougher than Aesirs to sexually defeat. That's why they have that sport, sex wrestling, to train them to resist sexual assassination. And why they go around sucking, and maybe even fucking, their horses? Well I think to get them used to..." And he looked directly at the stiff, bobbing, and even longer cocks arching out before the transformed Drow, "Big organs and massive ejaculations! This Flare will probably be more difficult to seduce...or rape, I don't care which, than even Desiree. Moira told me Desiree was one of the easiest fucks she ever had!

"So I want proof of your abilities before I send you out to take on Guild Elves! I'm tired of all my sex assassins getting fucked on their missions for me! So, why don't you show me what you can do...on Harley there! She has been such an eager and pleasing slut under me, she'll probably love being ravaged by you two! I have removed any of my prior arousal spells, so she should be no hornier than when she got here. Besides, from what I know about her, she will naturally resist strangers who accost her, so she'll be a good test of your seductive...abilities!"

The two Loki-Drow, eyes still fixed on Harley's, nodded slowly in acceptance, their grins not lowering one bit.

"But do not kill her!" Chaos added, freeing them of their metaphysical bonds. "She is...entertaining beneath me!"

He turned to the bed where Mrs. Hobson still frantically jacked herself. After two long strides He hesitated, then looked back at the Loki-Drow. "And she's the best cocksucker since Kia!"

Then he resumed moving towards the suddenly ecstatically happy, thighs wide spread Carolyn.

Nodding again each one time, eyes still locked on their victim, the two Loki-Drow together stepped forward...

Harley wasn't certain, at first, why she was walking down farther into the dark alley located near the downtown area of Capitol City. It was a narrow, shadow-filled alley, lit by just two lamps: One behind her, at the entrance to the alley from the side street, and another at the other end...a dead end with a towering old office building blocking the exit.

And why was she naked?

Thoughts, memories(?) kept slipping regularly yet slowly into her mind...

Batgirl...

Batgirl was back there, behind her...

She didn't need to look back, she KNEW that no more than fifteen feet behind her, draped over a dumpster just inside the alley from the sidewalk, a very unconscious...certainly deliciously naked...but maybe dead(?) Batgirl lay. Her impressively full and smooth ass, for a teenager, was sticking up, glowing in the light from the street-lamp. Her tits hung, firm but swaying slowly with her breaths...

Breaths...so she was still alive!

That was a relief! After seeing how wet...how dripping, soaking wet and flaming red her naked pussy was, between her parted and full thighs, Harley had a definite, yet strange and unusual urge to spend a night with her face planted between those thighs, with Batgirl twat wrapped around her face...

But Bargirl's ass! The...huge, oval hole that was sticking up! A inches wide and dark hole right over where her tight asshole had been!

Her no longer tight anus...

A thrill surged up Harley's spine, followed by...fear...serious fear, almost panic, as her mind's eye replayed the vision of that huge hole between Bargirl's widely parted buns.

With her fear came the fog. Drifting into the alleyway from behind her, smoothly, silently swirling past her firm, smooth, beautiful legs like in some cheap Hollywood horror movie, she wondered why she had not noticed it before.

Because it wasn't there before?

Fog? In downtown Capitol City?! On a clear night with the temperature in the low 80's!?

Was that even possible?

Suddenly she had the irresistible urge to turn around. She fought with it a moment, refusing to obey her...fears.

"Isn't it childish to refuse to turn around? Maybe it is your super anti-criminal senses telling you some thug...maybe the same bastard that ambushed poor Batgirl back there and ruined her girlish butt hole...a real crime fighter would have spun around by now and kicked major 'bad guy' ass!

"I'm a 'crime fighter'?" she asked herself as she began turning. "I thought I was the criminal here?"

When she finished turning, she hissed in sudden fear at what she saw...

Fear leaped in her heart as she made out two figures standing in the entrance to the alley. Figures so naturally black that she couldn't make out any details of the sides facing her except for the outlines of the two in the lamplight...outlines that showed a petite, but incredibly voluptuous pair of dark figures!

Then, as if the two figures had just opened them, she could make out eyes in the black, shadowed heads. Glowing eyes that fixed on her own.

Glowing red eyes...

And what was that, arched over their heads?

Horns?!

Devil horns!?

Glowing devil horns?!

Oh, give me a break! Just let me wake up from this silly, stupid nightmare!

As if the parts were being added as she stared at them, she could now make out in the outlining lamplight...something else, jutting out before them. Jutting far out from where their full thighs came together...

Harley hissed again, and even more loudly, when that area on the figures abruptly seemed the clear, to come into dramatic focus (Like in a cheap Hollywood horror film.). She now could recognize the jutting objects...they had to be!...cocks! Feet long, monstrously wide, throbbing male sex organs!

She could see, only now, iridescent white 'ropes', inches long, flinging up and around what appeared to be the ends of the organs in response to the constant, only now observed, flexing and jumping of the cocks.

Fear continued to rise in her, almost becoming panic, as Harley stared at the two. She could almost make out their grins...their anticipatory, evil, rapacious grins...

"Was this...were they to blame for what happened to Batgirl?" roared through Harley's mind.

"This is a dream...a Nightmare!" her uncertain rational mind screamed back.

She glanced over at the dumpster near the two 'devils', where Batgirl had been when Harley found her.

There was no one draped over the dumpster!

But Batgirl HAD been there! Not minutes before!

"I told you this is a Nightmare!" echoed in her head.

'Minutes'? she went on. How long had she been in this spooky alley? Standing naked in a dark alley...with an equally naked, and obviously raped Batgirl draped over a dumpster.

A Batgirl who no longer was there!

Her vision returned to the two pairs of glowing red eyes. Then her eyes dropped and she was gawking in horror as the two now clearly huge and even more obviously masculine cocks bobbing and drooling before her.

"Was this what Batgirl thought...felt just before THEY had raped her?" Harley asked herself, trying desperately to control her panic laced fear.

"Those two could fuck any female to death!" suddenly, unbidden, popped into her head. It was not in her own mental voice.

Someone...something else!

A loud, deep, very masculine voice abruptly filled the alley, "That's why I must...test them! To see if they can...seduce an unwilling female and fuck her properly..."

A cold chill rushed up Harley's spine. She knew that voice! Without further hesitation she replied in a much more quiet and hesitant voice, "Test them..." She hesitated, fearing his answer, "...on who?"

She heard what sounded like the snapping of fingers, and the two devil figures stepped forward.

Right at her!

"No!" Harley gasped, but the fear surging through her took away her strength, her conviction.

And when she looked back at the approaching creatures, preparing her, no doubt, useless defense, she suddenly realized that she was no longer standing in an alley!

She was naked, still. Standing naked and freshly showered alongside her bed in her bedroom. Her king-size bed, with teddy bears laying against the other pillow she didn't use.

She was standing naked alongside her bed in her bedroom, staring as her two 'guests', cheerleaders like her only from another county's visiting high school, stepped through her bedroom door.

They were vividly outlined in the bright lights streaming in the open door from the hallway behind them.

There were two of them, nearly identical, nearly twins...

In the shower, where they and her had just shared, she had admired the smoothness of their deep, shiny black skin.

And the firm conical fullness of their jutting breasts. Smaller than hers, of course (No one in either high school could match her tits for firm size!), but shaped like Hershey kisses with absolutely no sag in them at all.

Their long, curly white hair shone in the backlighting as they quietly and swiftly slipped through the door and closed it behind them.

They were as naked as she!

For a long moment the two stood there, just inside her bedroom door, and stared at her as she stared at them. The diffused light from her windows seemed to shine on their skin...

Their eyes seemed to glow, too. Glow red!

She saw those red eyes move, looking down her lushly stripped, teenage body and then back up to her own eyes.

Then she saw the toothy grins breakout on their faces...

At her!

"No!" she gasped, very quietly. Why she gasped, she really didn't know, but...

She really did know, of course, from the looks the two red eyed girls were giving her...

But, in her girlish innocence, she didn't want to admit it to herself! Especially with the fear and...arousal churning in her belly! All that rang in her head as she stared back at the grinning, red eyed girls was:

Lesbian!

Why did that word make her so afraid?

And hot?!

Then that voice, that male voice, rang in her head. She instantly knew whose voice it was...yet wouldn't admit she knew...

"Go ahead!" the voice urged. "Let's see what they can do! Resist them...if you can! Resist them as much as you can, for as long as you can! I must be certain that they won't fuck up like my last sex assassins did against Desiree!"

"Desiree?" Harley thought, eyes fixed on the shorter, red eyed girls with the...glowing horns(?) upon their heads. "And why use such foul language?"

But, He just continued, bellowing in her skull, "Anyway, I'm sure you will enjoy them...eventually! You are, after all, from Earth! And you know what they say about Earth females!"

"'Earth girls'? What is it about 'Earth girls'?" she tried to yell silently back, beginning to lose her temper with yet another bragging boy!

He hesitated before laughing, "They are bigger sluts than Guild Elves!"

"'Guild Elves?'" she thought. "Who are they? Some disgusting cheap porno take-off from 'Dungeons and Dragons'? What is going on around here! What is going on in my mind?"

Then the two dark females were stepping forward...towards her!

"A...are...do you...sleep...in pajamas?" she bleated out, smiling at the smirking, advancing cheerleaders. "I have some extras..."

"No, and neither do you!" came the slightly too high pitched, yet excitingly husky response from one of the Elves...er...cheerleaders. "Don't you want to sleep...naked tonight? Sleep naked...with us?"

Harley shuddered with the rush of excitement that voice, and its words, created in her! She fell silent, watching now with wide and white eyes as the two shorter 'girls' advanced.

Then she saw 'them'! Suddenly, as they reached the foot of her bed, she saw in the moonlight streaming in her window what had to be the biggest set of cocks she had ever seen!

"Wait a minute!" she immediately thought. "I've never even SEEN a cock before!"

But her eyes nonetheless told her that the feet long, arm thick very male organs swinging and...ewww!...DROOLING upon her carpet!...were monstrously sized male organs!

Pricks!

They didn't have those when she had taken a shower with them not a half hour before!

And look at the size of those testi...testicles...NUTS swinging between those smooth and strong black thighs!

"How am I going to take something that big inside me!?" she screamed, seemingly automatically and silently at herself. She seemed to instinctively know what those creatures had in mind for her once they were all nice and cozy and NAKED in her bed!

"But there are TWO of them!" she added, silently.

The creature on Harley's right immediately answered her in that smooth, husky, persuasively dominating voice, "You have two openings, Human! One for each of us!"

"Human?" Harley's jaw dropped as she watched those...pricks sway stiffly back and forth as the two creatures stepped up to her. She couldn't help it! Her butt clenched as she watched them drop endless, multiple strands of...OHMYGOD!...SEMEN! silently down on her carpet!

Harley didn't see or hear a thing other than those bobbing, steely pricks which had to be, HAD TO be, twice as long as her father's when she took of peek at her parents in the shower a couple years ago!

The Loki-Drow ("Now, where did THAT come from?) were silently and grinningly standing before her, now stroking their monstrous black cocks with their little hands and dropping even bigger, now foot long, worms of very tacky cum on her sky blue carpet. ("This will leave a stain, fersur!")

She pulled her eyes from the girl intimidating display of penile power and looked into those red eyes again.

And suddenly, instantly, nothing else mattered but she was standing naked before a pair of adorable, delicious, beautiful friends and soul mates who called themselves 'Loki-Drow'.

It was like she was meeting her two closest, most dear girlfriends who had visited after being gone since before high school! The only thing strange about it was, while she was certainly happy, excited and almost giddy, she also thought she was...hot!

Not sweaty hot, either!

She thought the more crass boys at school called it...'horny'! Suddenly she really wanted to be in bed with these two gorgeous creatures! She had no idea of what she could do with them once in bed, she instinctively trusted that THEY would know what to do, but these two...hung 'Loki-Drow' staring into her eyes suddenly were becoming the most...wonderful and lovely 'girlfriends' she had ever known! Their red tinted eyes seem to sparkle up at her as they stepped even closer to her.

Her eyes were wet and oval, a sweet sixteen, 'lost to puppy love' smile was on her face when the two 'Loki-Drow' stopped on each side of her. "They were so beautiful!" was all she could think as each Drow took one of her hands. Then they raised her hands up to their faces and...

Started kissing her fingers! All over them...little kisses...sweet, fast little kisses... Little kisses followed by their licking and sucking on them!

And, with a gasp from her abruptly panting mouth, her pussy instantly flooded!

What they were doing was the most...sweetly sexy thing she had ever experienced!

Oh, she loved these two 'Loki-Drow'!

While the emotions rushing through her were distinctly those of love, raw teenage lust...sweet sixteen, 'first boy's hand in her panties' hotness was also there. It was so...sweet when they kissed and then sucked on her fingers!

Then they were directing her saliva wet hands to their chests. At first they just let her run her fingers over their deliciously smooth skin, where-ever she liked...

It was almost like when they were in the shower, washing each other's backs. There were times when hands slipped a little too far, moved too fast, were too insistent for decorum. More than once she had froze when a little black hand slipped between the top of her embarrassingly deep buttcrack, or gently and 'accidentally' squeezed her big, firm boob. But the feeling hadn't been really sexy...not this sexy! And it had ended each time with a embarrassed giggle.

But now, in the darkness, in the comfort and safety of her inviolate bedroom...now it was different!

Instinctively she knew...she just knew!...she had gone too far with these two! There would be no stopping...what was going to happen!

At first she avoided those jutting tits, deliberately, as they guided her fingers along and across their smooth, warm flesh. But, after a moment, as if she couldn't stay away forever, she found her hands cupping and then gently squeezing those very firm, 'much more than a handful' (as the boys would say) full babyfeeders of the beautiful 'Loki-Drow'.

Both Drows' babyfeeders, too.

If she had been a dyke, Harley told herself, she would be really enjoying handling these tits!

Soon, in the dark cocoon of her bedroom, that was exactly what she was doing.

Finally, after letting Harley explore their teenage perfect breasts fully, they gently, slowly, oh so carefully and calmly directed her hands down their flat, warm bellies, letting her feel their incredibly smooth flesh and the iron firm musculature beneath, as much as she liked. As she stroked their jumping bellies, running her hands from the bottom of their tits to the top of their mounds, they each dropped a hand to her thighs.

Harley gasped raggedly when the insides of each of her parted thighs felt the gentle, sharp contact of the Loki-Drows' long fingernails upon her..."OHMYGOD so wet!", inner thighs. Biting down on her lower lip to silence herself, she wanted to close her eyes in humiliation as her...very wet inner thighs jumped from the devilishly pleasant contact.

She had never been so wet...down there before!

Soon her own hands where hovering over the Drows' lowermost bellies, inches above their thick, jutting cocks.

Then the Drow took her hands, gently, in their own free ones and, with no more hesitation, brought her hands to those hot, hard, pricks.

Her hands smoothly, firmly, and without the least bit of resistance or delay wrapped her fingers around the thick, throbbing shafts of the two cocks as if it were the most natural thing to do!

She had never so much as seen an man organ up 'in anger', except her Daddy once, before! Now she was holding...gripping two of them!

The two powerful pricks jerked together in her tight grip and simultaneously drooled about a cupful of precum each down the outside of both her thighs. As the greasy, coiled and hot cum seemed to wrap around the front of her thighs on its way down, she began shuddering, looking into the delicious 'girls' red eyes like a deer caught in approaching headlights.

Suddenly she felt a hand around the back of her head. Then as it pulled on her with surprising strength, she was leaning forward, lowering her head a little so her mouth naturally lined up with the Drow's immediately in-front of her. Closer and closer their faces closed, eyes fixed on each other.

"What was she going to do?!" Harley screamed at herself.

But Harley knew what the luscious little girl cheerleader from far away was going to do...

Lesbo!

Harley's heart beat so! She's not a dyke! Her heart should not be beating so hard, her breathing so fast! Her belly inside so jumpy and hot! It was like during her first kiss, like she was experiencing her first...love...like the first time Joker climbed upon her!

"Joker!?" Who was that?

She smelled cinnamon as their lips closed, and whoever "Joker" was no longer mattered. The sweet cinnamon smell was so intoxicating as she closed with the Loki-Drow that everything went limp and her suddenly heavy eyelids nearly closed.

The two naked teenagers almost touched lips.

Just before their lips could become one, though, the Drow hesitated, just for a count. Looking carefully around Harley's languid face and drooping eyes, she finally husked, quiet and oh so very secret in the calm, dark, personal place of Harley's bedroom, "I want you, Human!" she husked into Harley's open, panting mouth.

And Harley whimpered as her teenaged womb leaped.

Then, with the gentlest of tugs by the Loki-Drow, their lips were together, locked forever, and Harley closed her eyes the rest of the way in schoolgirl first-kiss bliss.

When, immediately after, the other Drow smoothly, slowly, irresistibly slipped her hand into Harley's dripping sex, parting her floppy labia and disappearing into her, the teenager hardly moved, keeping her thighs well apart, giving the black skinned Elf all the room she needed.

Harley moaned like a cheap slut into the Loki-Drow's mouth, and her teeth feebly parted to admit the aggressive, powerful, cinnamon tasting and FEET long tongue into her. NOW she could feel those fingers, those expert, knowledgeable, demanding and dominating fingers entering her, thumb crushing down on her clit, trapping it against her pubic bone! Harley's hips jerked and squirmed but couldn't escape as the other Loki-Drow took complete liberty with her tight, but somehow not virginal, pussy.

The Drow kissing her had her gagging on that fantastically long, powerful, and delicious tongue in seconds!

Unconsciously Harley began milking, beating, jacking the two cocks in her little schoolgirl hands and her thighs cooked under the tons of boiling cum that poured out of them all over her.

Some little part of her, deep down inside her, screamed at her to fight, resist. Somehow that part of her knew that these two little, beautiful, sexy and horse-hung 'Loki-Drow' were very, very dangerous.

Especially when they got their hands on a victim's girlhood!

"Victim's?"

But nothing mattered now but maintaining that kiss! And she just had to keep that other 'Loki-Drow' fondling her wide open, dripping wet pussy! Pulling on those arm long cocks, covering her thighs in smelly, drooling babystuff, was the most natural thing in her life!

And it would keep those wonderful Loki-Drow on her!

Then, with a 'smack', the Drow broke their kiss. Harley stood there, swaying and shuddering from the new, shocking sensations rising from her fondled, flooded pussy, her lips still smooched from the kiss, for a good minute before she could open her eyes...

To see that her bed-sheets had been pulled back, her cute little teddy bears callously tossed onto the floor, and she was being directed, not exactly gently, into where those teddy bears had been, the middle of her bed!

She hardly protested as she watched one Loki-Drow climb over her, drooling all over her, to the other side of the bed on her right while the first grinning 'girl' lay on 'her' side, to Harley's left.

The Drow on her right bent over her and pinned her to the middle of her bed with another torrid lesbian 'tongue down the throat' kiss. She could only start writhing, her hands first gripping the mattress alongside her. There simply was no resistance left in her.

Very quickly the two 'cheerleaders' removed her claws from her mattress and brought her hands to their strong, smooth thighs. At once she was gripping those thighs, on each side of her, as she writhed. Even when the Drow released her hands, she refused to give up the rock hard skin and muscle in her frantically gripping hands.

Mercilessly those little black hands fell upon her squirming, helpless, and very naked body, going immediately to just the 'right' places on her, giving her sensations...pleasures she had only wondered about! Fingertips stroked lightly, deliciously over her flat belly, making it heave and quiver while the Drow not kissing her caught the nipple of her right boob and started nursing on it.

For the first time in her young life, Harley's big boobs were being nursed on. The pleasure devastated her.

She nearly screamed into the kissing Drow's mouth, but it came out merely as a pitiful moan of teenage submission to her body's cravings for adulthood.

Her hands remained gripped, apparently with no discomfort to her assaulters, upon those smooth, powerful thighs. Then the devilish hand tormenting her jumping belly finally relented in its hideous torture of the girl to send its fingertips, with inches long fingernails, over her jutting, bald(?) mound and, again immediately, plunge those wickedly armed digits into her openly displayed, soaked snatch.

Harley heaved her hips up, her 'too fat for a cheerleader' bubble butt coming completely off her mattress. The way that black hand rubbed her clit! It was so...heavenly! She couldn't control herself!

"Oh, don't stop!" the emotionally overwhelmed schoolgirl cried thoughtlessly into the mouth trapping hers, but what came out was only passionate nonsense. Then she gagged loudly as that delicious tongue surged down her throat to at least a foot.

For the first time in her life she felt the all too feminine pleasure of penetration. That tongue, exploiting her new found love for physical...any physical...sexual contact, dominately exploring her sweet, slick, swallowing throat, making her enjoy its presence so far in her, electrified her teenaged mind and body! Suddenly the submissive, passive craving to be penetrated by tongues, violated by alien, powerful, demanding manhood and used by a rampant, thoughtlessly uncontrollable phallus swept her virginal mind, crushing and obliterating any remaining thoughts for her virginal girlhood or concern about the...weirdness of the two girls taking her.

Tellingly, as if a decision had been made or a Rubicon crossed by the cheerleader, the writhing schoolgirl spontaneously spread her already parted thighs as far as she could.

The Drow, seemingly automatically, caught her legs between their own thighs, holding the naked schoolgirl's thighs wide apart.

Breaking their Marathon kiss, the smirking Drow looked down at the sweaty yet still youthfully beautiful, passion swept face of the Human cheerleader as the lesbo-novice's head tossed back and forth mindlessly before...under her. The hand now between Harley's labia never stopped, never even hesitated in its awesome, soul-robbing assault upon her absolutely soaked girlhood. The pleasure of that pussy probing hand in her, and going ever deeper, was devastating to the girl's almost no longer resisting will, smothering her self-respect, possessing her young psyche!

"You want us?" the Loki-Drow husked in a perfectly arousing pitch into Harley's face, the spicy-hot cinnamon of the Elf's swirling breath making the girl's head swim. "I want to be closer to you, Human! I want to be in you...WE want to be in you!'

Then those fingers, all three of them, brutally and omnipotently drove into the cheerleader's formerly virginal opening to the last knuckle, instantly obliterating Harley's last girlhood defenses...both mental as well as physical.

The beautiful, hot, cinnamon delicious Drow whose face hovered over her sweaty and flushed one smirked from the feeble gasp that was all Harley could generate from finally being penetrated. "You ready to accept us, Human? Inside you? Far, far inside you? Both of us? At the same time? Both of us far, far inside you, schoolgirl? Both of us inside you at the same time?"

Gnawing on her lower lip, eyes wide and white, in response to each question all she could do was nod her sweaty head frantically up at her lesbian/transsexual conquerer. All that would...could come out of her throat were pitiful whines of urgent...indeed, downright desperate, teenage sexual need...craving for more, much more, of the new and unreservedly blissful mental, as well as vaginal, expansion from the firm, knowledgeable, dominating Drow fingerfuck.

However when, some mere minutes of fingers-buried-in-schoolgirl-belly torment later, the Drow abruptly pulled her fingers out of the schoolgirl's widely spread pussy, accompanied by a most audible and sloppy pop, Harley could only whine like a beaten puppy from the sudden, horrible emptiness within her. "More! Please! Don't tease me, please! More!" she mewed, starting to writhe once again between the two overpowering Loki-Drow.

But the Drow were finished with teasing, with torturing their poor, defeated 'lesbian' victim. They released her legs and, like she was a sack of flour, they rolled her onto her left side, then raised her stiff right leg up.

Giving them all the room she had...that they needed...to get at her nether orifices.

When she felt those slimy, hot and huge organs press perfectly against her butt and belly, and then, immediately thereafter, both of those wickedly wide and sharply tapered cockheads found and pressed their tips exactly and simultaneously into the spasming girl openings between her cheeks and the labia of her twat, Harley shuddered and whined, suddenly willing and eager, with no further resistance or hesitation towards the two sexual monsters sandwiching her on her virginal, schoolgirl bed.

They simultaneously began to push into the two soaked, flexing holes between her wide spread thighs...

She felt her virginal holes spread for the Drow glans...immediately, willingly, easily. The massive bulbs slid into her...

Harley gasped a loud, dramatic "No!" as the copiously precum lubricated cockheads of the two Loki-Drow, with greasy dispatch, breached her two fuck-holes. Her eyes flew open and she saw the lamp at the entrance to the alley. Then she realized that she was laying on a mattress, an old, dirty mattress haphazardly discarded against a wall along the edge of the alley.

She wasn't alone on the mattress. The two 'Loki-Drow' were on each side of her.

With their fist sized cockheads buried in her two sexual openings!

She hissed loudly as her sphincter between her Guild Elf quality buns reflexively flexed, squeezing pleasurably the firm lump up her butt...

The little beast on her back growled in her ear and flipped its monstrous pole in her strained, stretched hole.

"Stop!" she unconsciously gasped down at the Loki-Drow at her chin.

Inwardly she screamed at herself, "I can't let them continue! This is what they must have done to Batgirl!" Squirming from the jumping cockhead in her butt, she was certain now that this is what happened to Batgirl.

The Drow before her responded by looking up at her, locking Harley's eyes with hers, then smiling sweetly as her two curved pointed ear 'horns' glowed...

With a hiss Harley's building resistance abruptly collapsed. That shiny black face inches from her chin, she abruptly felt, was the most beautiful thing Harley had ever seen! So angelic! So lovely! So bewitching! Her heart went out to her, instantly.

Literally 'Love at first sight'.

And that monstrous cock jerking between her outrageously spread labia wasn't helping any!

Harley, for damn near the first time in her life, cooed down at the ravishing face of a Drow with a foot and a half of arm thick meat at the entrance to her cunt.

The Loki-Drow's smile widened, extracting an even bigger smile of pure adoration from the love struck Harley. Abruptly nothing mattered more to the crime-fighter partner of Batgirl than submitting to...possessing...obeying that black cherub face hovering, smiling deliciously, just below her own. "I...I love you!" the thoroughly ardor distracted crime fighter whispered to her 'Love' under her chin. Languidly Harley closed her eyes and leaned her head forward for a kiss...

With her victim narcotized by induced romantic emotion, eyes closed, resistance ceased, the Drow's face abruptly twisted into a misshapen, evil, terrifying devil-grin. Gripping the emotion possessed Human by her oversized, firm jugs, the Drow thrust 'her' hips powerfully upwards into Harley's wide open loins.

Harley's "AAAAAH!" swept out as the massive pole slid, unimpeded, up her well lubricated vagina, bulling its constricting walls apart, driving up for her cervix. Her "AAAAAH!" ended with a curt grunt as the glans smashed into her womb.

With Harley's gut check outburst the Drow's totally evil grin widened further, much further, into an arrogant, degrading smirk. The horse-hung Loki-Drow pulled back over a half foot and immediately thrust back in to force Harley's belly to swell and her cervix to give way to Drow cockhead.

And all Harley could reply to that thrust was an overwhelming and heartfelt, "OOOOOOO!" of soul stealing, female penetration pleasure. Through the entire outburst the crime-fighter's face screwed up, her mouth forming a wet, round 'O' as her eyes closed in most feminine pleasure.

When the crime fighter could again open her eyes, the arm thick cock finally far, far up in her newly opened feminine guts, she caught the Drow in her belly nodding to the one behind her even then trying to get past her valiantly resisting sphincter.

She felt the Loki-Drow behind her nod in return.

Then the two Drows conspired to drowhandle her, rolling her over upon the Drow already buried in her. Then she felt the second Drow climb up and fully mount herself upon Harley's defenseless back.

All without losing, even a little bit, her partial penetration of the crime fighter's anus!

As the butt assaulting Loki-Drow continued to work Harley's frantically resisting back pore, the already 'home' Drow beneath her directed Harley's attention over her forehead and up the alley. Thoughtlessly Harley complied...

When she looked up she saw Batgirl...

Harley gasped raggedly in complete shock...

Tied into a rack, her arms spread wide, legs spread just as wide and raised, her hands were tied to the upper corners of the frame while her ankles were affixed to the same frame only just below her hands. She was splayed wide open, presenting all her feminine 'charms' to whomever cared to look.

But what really shocked Harley was her crime fighter partner's expression...Batgirl's eyes were wide and wild and fixed on the two Drow violating Harley, and sweat streamed down her face and magnificently toned and trained body. Her pussy was entirely bald, and it was dripping a continuous stream of girl juice down between her asscheeks to hang momentarily from her nice, round and firm buns before dropping to the dark, dirty alley floor.

Harley could hear her clearly, mumbling a frenzied, continuous and breathless plea: "Fuck me! Please! Fuck me! I want to go back! With you! Around you! Fuck me like you did before! Please! Use me!"

The shock of seeing her crime fighting partner...and friend...reduced to a whimpering, pleading fucktoy was too great a shock. Harley, eyes slammed shut, dropped her head to the shoulder alongside the chuckling Drow beneath her.

She felt that Drow nod again...

At that moment the Drow upon her back suddenly defeated Harley's shock and despair weakened sphincter and, before Harley could even howl, had sent its baseball bat thick, nearly half meter long black Loki-Drow cock to the hilt up her abruptly acquiescent bowels.

It was only after she had been brutally and thrillingly filled did Harley' eyes pop wide open and she finally gave out with a forced...moan, "OOOHHHHH!"

The moan wasn't that of expected unbearable anal violation agony, but that of a woman who had thoroughly enjoyed the monstrous penetration of her 'backdoor' to the utmost.

Harley, as if no longer in control of her traitorous body, squirmed and gasped between the two sandwiching, and smirking, Loki-Drow. Never before had taking a porn-quality prick up her ass felt so good! Joker, even Batman, hadn't gone anywhere near as deep, or as pleasurably, as this little black...darling had!

And not a bit of pain!

It had felt sooooo goooood!

"Wonderful!" She told herself. "She should be butt fucked by a Dragon next time!" She moaned into the face of the Drow she lay upon while eagerly squeezing its nearly completely belly swallowed prick with her talented pussy.

Both grinning broadly and arrogantly, those two bitches responded to her mindless cry of bliss by suddenly and powerfully flexing their nearly buried meatpoles far, far up her, moving her guts around.

Harley's breath caught in her stuffed chest as she nearly lost herself in a wicked new type of orgasm rushing up from her dislocated feminine guts. After regaining control, barely, she was certain about one thing: If she had lost to those flexing dongs, she would still be cuming...cuming her brains out!

Just like Batgirl!

Harley's head swam with the surges of outrageous stuffed belly pleasure those monstrous Loki-Drow created in her! What power those cocks had! What power those cock-hauling little females had!

It was as if they could make her...force her to orgasm whenever they wanted!

Chaos, sitting on the bed next to hers with Carolyn sitting on his lap, squirming around his belly buried meat, was laughing his head off. "Look at you! What an easy bitch! Didn't take them five minutes to break you! Hell, this fucktoy on my lap could have held out longer than you did!"

Harley grimaced in combined penetration pleasure and humiliation with the realization that she was still back...here. Not in Capitol City. Certainly not in her imaginary schoolgirl's bedroom! Those Loki-Drow had tricked her...hypnotized her...

Those glowing horns...

She had been dreaming! No Batgirl! No cheerleading while sandwiched between Loki-Drow! She wasn't a crime fighter like Batgirl!

And she wasn't going to get away from these two beasts buried so far in her!

And soon, she wouldn't want to!

Chaos was right. She was a silly, easy slut! So easy! Such a cockhound! Such a slut!

Carolyn howled as Chaos ground her big ass down upon his lap, completely burying his towering prick into her guts. She was a sight, Harley told herself after quickly glancing over. Eyes rolled up, tongue hanging out of the dropped jaw mouth, chin drooling endless streams of saliva!

Harley sympathized. She had spend some 'quality time' sitting on that prick! She had probably looked just like Carolyn more than once!

Chaos looked back over at the Loki-Drow, who, buried to the hilt in his woman's holes, were looking expectantly back at him. "You looked pretty good there! I think you could fuck both Flare and her bitch, Lady Gem and still have enough juice to put Desiree away! Yeah, Desiree is an easier slut than Harley there, at least that's what Moira told me. So, you have the contract! Execute it and I'll change you back, and give you and your clan sufficient gold and my special Dark Lord poisons to make you the top Clan in the Underground! Deal?"

Both Drow immediately nodded.

"Good! Now, to seal the deal, you may fuck my squeeze brainless! But don't kill her or fuck her mind! She's too good in bed to waste like that! And have her eat you! She's the best cocksucker I've known since that Guild Elf Kia! Now enjoy her!"

"No!" Harley, seized in unholy terror at Chaos' words, just as the Loki-Drow seized her, screamed back. "You can't! They'll kill me! They can make my mind...make me...dream! I...I...I can't...fight...resist...their dreams...cocks! Oh FUCK!" she ended when the two Drow gathered her up in their strong, irresistible arms.

Then the next time the smirking Loki-Drow flexed their buried-in-Harley pricks, moving all her guts around in her belly without seeming effort, at once Harley's eyes rolled up into her skull and she gave out with the telltale cry of the about to be fucked brainless: "OOOOH! So fucking goooooood!"

Then the 'horns' of the Loki-Drow glowed yet again:

Abruptly in the alley again, Harley was certain that what was happening to her now was what happened to her partner in fighting crime, Batgirl, earlier: Fucked into mindless, sex obsessed slavery on a dirty mattress in a dark alley by two devil dicked black girls.

The Loki-Drow riding her back wrapped her hand over Harley's ready to scream mouth, effectively quieting her: "OOOOO! Oh don't! OH FUCK! Don't...can't stop it...please don't make me...make me like it! Grunt! Squeal! OH! OH! OH! OH! OOOOOO!"

"There, there, little Human!" whispered the Drow beneath her. "Don't make so much noise, or your mother will be in here and spoil your...cuming 'out' party!"

Both Drow shared a hearty, but quiet, laugh.

The young Harley's eyes opened wide, taking in her shadowed bedroom.

"But don't you worry!" the Drow went on. "Your daddy is working nights...so we'll just visit your big assed mom later tonight...after we fuck you unconscious! From the way your acting with us inside you, she will just LOVE having us up that big ass of hers!"

Then the Drow on her back thrust, sliding its huge prick fully up the cheerleader's tight, never before used ass.

The cheerleader screamed hysterically but futilely into the Drow's smothering hand. In rising despair she realized she wouldn't be able to warn her mom anymore than she could have kept her butt virginal!

Then unexpected, unexperienced and wondrous pleasure surged up her from that stuffed butt...

Harley, before the pitiless, laughing Chaos, collapsed into the Drows' merciless grasp, her pussy and bowels convulsing powerfully, throttling the two throbbing, jerking organs buried so far within her. She tried desperately to deny the pleasure, but she quickly realized that resistance was futile. She lowered her wincing face to the Drow's shoulder as unstoppable, overwhelming, mind numbing machine-gun orgasms roared up from her stuffed holes, instantly possessing her.

The Drow winced vividly as Harley's well trained and exercised fuck tubes started sucking most determinedly upon pussy and bowel trapped Loki-Drow demoncock with the first orgasmic waves.

But the cheerleader's instinctive orgasmic cock squeezing didn't defeat her visiting cheerleader assailants, but merely goaded the Loki-Drow into even greater fuck action. After a common nod to each other over Harley's shoulder, the two beautiful beasts pulled back together. Then, a foot out from Harley's openings, they thrust back in, together, to the merciless balls.

Harley howled into the black hand over her mouth as her teenage flat belly swelled like a balloon filling with air. Never had she felt...even imagined such...filling of her! And it felt so good!

"More!" she gasped into the black hand.

The two Drow heard that loud and clear. In response they merely chuckled as one and gave her what she pleaded for...forcefully.

They were pulling back now, even before she had finished her first alley echoing howl. Even the emptying of her guts as those two god-cocks retreated felt so good!

Batgirl whined and whimpered loudly now, trying to get the Drow's attention, desperately, selfishly, trying to get between them again like she was when they accosted her...and broke her...at the entrance to the alley not half an hour ago.

By the time she finished her first howl, they had already pulled back and were starting another powerful drive back into her spread and willing girl guts. Then they were pumping, driving, fucking in and out of the overwhelmed Human schoolgirl, moving her guts around, spreading her for their evil use.

And her mother wouldn't hear a single howl of warning...

Her only warning would be waking up with eighteen inches of black Drow cock up her ass!

On the dirty mattress Harley couldn't keep up her howls with their strong, dynamic, no-prisoner fucking. She could only howl...and explode helplessly between them, cuming over and over, as the horsecocked Drow used...enjoyed her.

She wouldn't remember much of what occurred over the next three hours...except continuous, overpowering, mind crushing and Human-female-enslavement-to-Loki-Drow orgasm.

The syrupy "pop" of 'Lady' Gem's metaphysically tight, manhood-defeating snatch snapping around Roger's monstrous pudcap, gobbling with one gulp his fist sized glans with a lightning-quick movement, was almost completely obliterated by the ear-ringing shriek of the Guild Elf Commander announcing to the prairie that she had accepted, with or without her consent, her God into her belly.

With her echoing screech Roger saw her six awed and open mouth troops sitting/kneeling before them simultaneously jump as if one. Then he heard a couple of horrified "No's!" softly gasped out from them immediately afterwards.

He didn't need to look why her troops were so shocked for he could see it in where Gem's Elves' glowing eyes were all fixed: The baseball sized bulge that had suddenly appeared in their Commander's belly just above her bald sex mound.

Then he closed his eyes to fight down the sudden and all too masculine urge to groan as Gem's Guild Elf quality pussy subconsciously clamped down on his recently admitted cockhead. Unbiddened by the frowning Elf, Roger was certain, that twat followed by beginning a most eager and effective suck job on his engulfed glans.

"Damn! Did these Elves know how to service their Gods!" he gasped to himself as his already steel bar erect, swollen rock hard prick began throbbing and jerking in the beginning stages of spewing a million babies into Gem's sucking guts!

"Easy, buddy!" abruptly came the Avatar from deep in an overheated, distinctly primitive part of his brain. "Can't have your Guild Elves getting you off the first moment you get into them, can we? Gotta get control of yourself! You have to fuck Gem's head off, not the reverse! Get a grip!"

With an unconscious nod, Roger looked down over Gem's forehead, seeing the Elf's face taut with apparent concentration, eyes closed, fangs sunk dangerously deep into her lower lip. She didn't look overwhelmed by his manly violation of her. On the contrary, she looked downright pissed!

That magnificent Elf body was as rigid as his prick.

A quick glance up proved that her hands, still held above her head, were now furiously clenched fists, her arms bulging with maximally flexed muscle.

She was not accepting his apparent conquest without serious resistance, mentally and physically, on her part!

He smiled, "But she was just as worked up as I am!" he silently told the Avatar. "I need to push her over the edge before her damn pussy sucks me off! Not to mention if she manages to escape these bonds! Well, with raping Guild Elves, the best defense..." he stopped.

"...is fucking the Guild Elf stupid!" roared the Avatar's sentence completing reply.

Roger seized the Elf by her relatively wide hips with a grip so fierce it forced a gasp of pain from Gem. Then, ignoring her, hopefully temporary, discomfort in his hands, he started twisting, rotating Gem's hips around his belly swallowed cockhead. At once Roger winced as the Guild Elf's male-enslaving, tight and wet-velvety feminine tissues began buffing, sanding, milking on his cockhead, seemingly instinctively, sending waves of heated, almost painful friction-pleasure surging through him.

Roger closed his eyes again, concentrating on not unloading, right then and there, into the wickedly competent-at-ball-draining Guild Elf Commander.

Especially in-front of her still most shocked troops!

However, almost as soon as Roger winced, Gem, too, responded to his efforts. Unseen by Roger as he grimaced and grinned trying not to lose to the Elf's wickedly cum-sucking pussy, Gem's own face transformed from the set jawed, fiercely determined, stoney eyes-fixed-on-her-troops Guild Elf Commander to, quite abruptly, a shockingly vivid and abrupt grimace of near painful extreme, her pearly white teeth coming together with a quite audible 'click', her eyes squinting from the rush of the same velvety near painful pleasure enveloping Roger's belly buried glans.

Furthermore, as Roger continued to revolve her around his penile spike, her breached and most widely parted pussy spontaneously and uncommanded gushed forth with a renewed production of feminine lubricant, drenching the long, fat length of Roger's prick yet not buried in her with copious quantities of clear, hot and slick girl fluid.

Roger growled as his newly drenched testicles, tightening up against him and now swollen to the size of grapefruit, burned with and under the Elf's drenching liquid fire. He lowered his head to Gem's right shoulder, nuzzling her sweet, smooth, cinnamon flavored neck. She was panting up a storm, making little whining and whimpering sounds, though not loud enough for her troops to hear, as he took the liberty of sucking and licking, and biting a little bit, her blood hot and muscularly firm neck.

Roger smiled smugly as he heard soft, sharp gasps added to the Elf's involuntary exclamations as he continued to rotate her upon his spike while taking little nips from her neck flesh. "You're mine, Baby!" he growled into her ear. "Before all these Elves you are going to become MY Elf!"

He stopped rotating the speared Elf around his cockhead, and reaffirmed his grip on her hipbones.

She seemed to instinctively know what was coming, but all she could do was whimper a soft, "No! Never!" in response.

Her troops seemed to realize the threat Roger was imposing on their Commander, too. Not a few of them added their own, much louder "No!"'s and "Don't submit to the Male!"s as Roger lined up the helpless Gem with his towering, womanhood threatening cock.

The instant he began pushing her down around his wine bottle thick shaft, as soon as that baseball dimensioned lump in her stomach started rising up from just atop her bulging bald mound, Gem's voice returned to her: "No!" she howled, tossing her head back and forth wildly in utmost panic, her eyes popping open in shock. "No! Not this...not here...don't you dare! You!...you!...you!...MAN!"

Cruelly, especially before all her horrified...and aroused...troops, Roger just smirked down at Gem's tossing head. Then he pushed her hips down...hard.

"OOOOOHHHH!" cried the Elf in a long and loud and forced moan, her head stopping its swinging instantly, her wide open eyes rolling dramatically up into her skull as her belly swelled, betraying his divine manhood surging omnipotently up into her snug feminine guts. That normally flat, smooth belly continued to swell, forming an inches high tube running relentlessly up towards her navel as Roger, quite effortlessly, forced her down around his perfectly lubricated prick.

A foot later, a good foot lower, Gem's head dropped back with a chest echoing thump against Roger's divinely hunky sternum. She hardly got a grunt out of the fiercely leering 'God'. When she again began to toss her head, her fangs sunk deep enough into her lower lip to draw blood, Roger continued to ruthlessly force her down around his monstrous meat.

"Stop!" she gasped out breathlessly, choking off the word as if his prick was in her throat.

It nearly was...Roger watched as her navel heaved out from atop the prominence formed dramatically as his glans reached determinedly for her womb. He only stopped the inhuman penetration when his throbbing glans was firmly pressed up against her jumping womb, the tip of his cock penetrating into her cervix.

Then he released her beginning to squirm hips, letting the Guild Elf Commander hover before him, impaled around and accommodating within her nearly his entire inhuman prick while all the while panting like a sprinter. He knew her breaths were short and fast because there wasn't much room in her chest to fill her lungs, what with nearly a half meter of man stuffed up her!

"Well, she'll have to get used to it!" he told himself.

Grabbing her hips again, he pulled her upwards, while her head frantically shook again. Except for the sucking of her pussy tube on his wickedly broad crown of his glans, the action was remarkably easy.

And Gem didn't do a thing to stop him other than shake her head.

She did cry out when that crown on his glans caught on the inside of her pussy.

Smiling, he relented a moment, letting her catch her breath...

Then, without warning, he forced her down, again wrapping her around his massive prick, until her cervix impacted, quite violently, against his immovable cockhead.

"OOOOOOOOO!" went the Guild Elf Commander that time, long, loud and obvious! Then, as he continued to press her down on him, she belched.

Pulling her up again, all she could do was shake her head...weakly. He thought he heard a soft, breathless "No!" when she reached the apex with only his glans still in her, but he, as usual, ignored it.

"OOOOOOOOO! Belch!" she went the next time he plunged her down.

He repeated the action for three more cycles where he pulled her upwards until her pussy opening caught on his cockhead's wide crown, making her stuffed and stretched pussy suck hungrily and sloppily on him as she rose. Then he would plunge her recklessly down around him...around his belly swelling Godcock, until her womb bounced off his cockhead. Each plunge sounded the same: "OOOOOOOOOOOOH! Belch!"

When he finished the third plunge, and she had given out with her third consecutive belch, he held her up motionless before her wide eyed, shocked into silence, troops. He saw that not only were her hands still clenched, but now also her toes. Her rigid, hard breathing, sweaty body was quivering... "A sure sign of impending surrender!" he said to himself, meaning sexual defeat and orgasm by the word "surrender". Releasing the clenched jaw Elf, letting her aroused, heated, ready to explode body hover spread-eagled before her troops (and her 'Daddy'), he proceeded to run his big, rough, Male hands all around Gem's lush trunk, exploring all those places he had always wanted to without impediment grope but where she had always strove, most often successfully, to stymie.

As he cupped her swollen, full Hershey kisses tits, her pebble hard nipples digging into his palms, he took a moment to study her face, which had been facing away from him. He nearly gasped at what he saw: Her eyes were flooded with tears of frustration and...impending sexual defeat. Her entire body quivered like a coiled snake ready to strike. But she wasn't going to attack...the opposite, actually.

"This Guild Elf is ready to cum, big time!" his Avatar announced needlessly.

For Roger could see her condition reflected in her troops' eyes. They looked on their Commander's 'rape' with the same sad, open, wet, and fearful eyes that their helpless, vibrating-on-the-edge-of-mind-blowing-cum Commander displayed...all while their God broke their Commander before them.

Roger ran a hand down her heaving, smooth, sweaty belly, pawing every inch of her ball busting metaphysically perfect flesh to his heart's content. Those tits were magnificent! Not the biggest boobs in Lokin, but so firm and plump and exactly conical! 'Barbie' tits transplanted onto a Disney character!

Her belly heaved as he slid his vulgar hand over her. She couldn't seem to control it, everywhere he roamed, above her deep navel or, especially, below it, her taut flesh shuddered and seethed at his every touch. Stroking back and forth across her lower belly, just above her hard and jutting, shiny-bald mound, sent the Elf's abdomen roiling like waves on an angry sea.

Only when he had the Guild Elf Commander and dedicated expert lesbian's belly heaving wildly and had Gem's mouth emitting little, but loud, gasps and squeals of delightful arousing agony and sexual torture did he decide the time was ripe: He slipped his extended hand, palm gliding over her bald, imperviously jutting sex mound, to plunge down between her wide spread thighs, losing his exploring fingers in the swamp that was 'Lady' Gem's masterfully prepared and turned on pussy.

"Don't!" she hoarsely gasped, then gagged, then whimpered openly to her troops.

"Her thighs quivered so!" the New Loki remarked to himself, not without some smug masculine self-congratulation.

Roger easily found her clit jutting out between her floppy, soaked labia, a good half inch of furiously swollen, physically jumping girl meat, and caught it between two fingers.

Holding firmly her most important feminine sense organ, he lowered his lips to her right ear. "You will be my Elf, Gem! You will serve me...UNDER me...tonight!"

He saw the Elf close her eyes in recognition of her impending doom. She didn't say or do anything that even suggested resistance to him or denial of his last statement.

With the meanest chuckle he started twisting his fingers around that stiff clit.

Instantly Gem lit up, "AAAAH! NO! NO! AAAAAH! No! Please! No! I can't...you mustn't...please have mercy! Not in front of them!...Don't...don't make me! PLEASE! AAAAAH! PLEASE!" went the Elf, suddenly thrashing and heaving her hips, frantic to escape Roger's fingers and his threatening forced orgasm.

She failed.

Miserably.

With Gem's final cry of hopeless despair, Roger released her button, just before she exploded, and grabbed her hips again. With a quick and loud "Ready to cum for me, Elf? Okay, lets see if you can resist this!" he drove her down around his steely prick as hard as he could.

Gem found her voice half way down his towering Elf sticker: "OOOOOOOOOH"

When she bottomed out and belched, Roger immediately pulled her back up and forced the "OOOOOH!"ing Elf again down to her divinely impaled fate.

Gem was as light as a feather, Roger had no difficulty raising and lowering the wildly thrashing Elf. Relentlessly, ruthlessly he fucked her up and down his cock, cruelly dragging out her mind numbing bliss, forcing her ever closer to exploding around his omnipotent prick, and all before her still silent, still horrified troops, until she was whining and gasping repeatedly with intense, belly heaving near orgasmic quality pleasure with every time she was forced to bottomed out on her God's Cock. Soon she was a veritable blur around his shiny wet, now perfectly lubricated prick, sliding up and down in near sixteen inch plunges. And now, in-spite of her honor and dedication, her responsibilities and lesbian honor, she sweetly cooed on each up stroke while loudly and hoarsely moaning in real feminine belly filling pleasure on the driving, orgasm threatening downstrokes.

Gem's belly resembled jello in an earthquake as Roger furiously fucked her upon his magnificent, Guild Elf breaking cock...in front of all her troops.

Gem's cries became one continuous "OOOH!" as he used her. To her troops her face formed a grimace with her eyes closed and her mouth open...open with pursed lips, like she wanted to be kissed.

Roger felt her outpouring girl juices dribble off his low hanging balls. Her pussy wrapped around his motionless, upright cock popped and slurped and sucked like a child with a popsicle as she rapidly rose and fell, over and over.

Right before her troops.

After a good ten solid minutes of furious fucking and continuous, repetitive squealing and moaning, Roger finally relented and stopped fucking the now babbling Elf, pressing her still thrashing body against his own. Looking at her troops, most of whom had tears rolling down their adorable pink cheeks, he haughtily dropped his right hand to cup Gem's sweaty sex mound and insert his fingers into her wide open and floppy lipped twat. His left arm he sent across her chest, under her left boob, where his left hand seized her swollen, Hollywood quality right tit powerfully enough to have her tit meat ooze out, bulge out between his fingers.

When the Elf could calm enough to hold herself at least moderately still, indicating that the threat of mind possessing orgasm had faded, Gem immediately looked over her shoulder at him. Her eyes were bleary and wet, and tears coursed down her cheeks. Her lower lip quivered, like most of her below her sternum still did.

But she looked at him in an entirely new...different way.

Just like Flare had, so long ago, at another campsite under the stars. She had stared up at him in just the same way...from under him...

Impaled under him...

"Don't stop!" Gem abruptly and hoarsely gasped. Then she took an emotion filled, chest shuddering breath and, with Elven bedroom eyes, unseen ever by Roger on her, added with her words coming faster and faster as she spoke to him, "I...I...have to...make me...cum! I can't stand it anymore. Your cock...so deep...so gooooood...Please! I gotta have it, My Lord! Take me, M'Lord! Take your Elf...use me...use me big! You are my God...use your Elf! Fuck me! Please!"

She began to rotate her partially impaled hips around his still jumping prick.

"In front of your troops?" Roger smirked meanly.

Biting her lower lip, tears running tears down her cheeks, the Guild Elf Commander could only nod...rapidly.

"PLEASE!" she croaked. Then her pussy clamped down on his cockhead.

With a growl Roger snapped his fingers and Gem's glowing, metaphysical bonds disappeared. As she slipped off his cockhead and started to fall he caught her by her waist, and then spun her around to face him. Then they both looked down, between them, where his monstrous cock jutted up between them, his glans touching the bottom of her cleavage between those Hershey Kisses shaped boobs, drooling tacky babystuff down her belly while her pussy still drooled on his nuts.

She looked up at his face and smiled broadly. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she lifted herself up while raising her knees high.

Roger got the idea and immediately reached down and filled his hands with Gem's full wet butt. He lifted her higher, until her floppy twat was seated upon the tip of his cock. When he pulled her down by his grip on her rotund asscheeks, she wrapped her legs around his waist.

With just the slightest tug on her meaty flanks, she took his cockhead in, accompanied by a syrupy pop and a sweet, little gasp from her.

Her sluttty, hoarse moan returned as he pulled her down around more of him...

When he lifted her again, her arms pulled on his neck and she pressed her lips to his in a passionate, 'sweet sixteen' kiss like Flare used to give him.

He immediately thrust his inferior human tongue against Gem's teeth and, without the least bit of hesitation or resistance, the Elf moaned into his mouth and meekly lowered her jaw.

Roger rammed his tongue through her parting teeth and even made the lesbo-Elf gag!

Glowing in male glory, holding her tightly by her world class ass, Roger bent over, lowering the Guild Elf to her back on the ground.

Before her troops...

Once she was on her back, they broke the kiss and, as Gem's eyes closed and her legs relaxed around his waist, Roger hooked his arms under her knees and brought her legs up, thus offering up her round, full butt as well as her stuffed, flaming pink pussy...for his uninhibited use.

And he used her! He raised his shoulders up on his extended arms, then began stroking, in and out of Gem's soaked and stretched twat, driving into her with fast and continuous foot long strokes. Looking down on her, he watched, bemused, as the Guild Elf's normally flat belly swelled hugely under her navel with each of his powerful thrusts, only to concave inward when he withdrew. He continued stroking, watching that belly heave and then sink, over and over in time with his strokes.

His balls began to slap off her upturned, wet buns.

Gem's head immediately began tossing back and forth, her eyes staying closed, the sweetest, most contented smile on her delicious, alien/asian face. She had initially closed her eyes because she just couldn't stand seeing her troops watching her betrayal of her Guild Elf Lesbian Heritage. But, after just a couple of belly stuffing strokes, she definitely couldn't open them from the very un-lesbian pleasure Lord Roger was pumping into her! She now admitted to herself...

That HIS cock couldn't be denied!

It demanded service of her!

And it would get it...all the service she could give it!

Roger looked up from gloating over the head tossing, beginning to babble Gem's submission to his divine porking, facing the still motionless, still horrified Elves not three feet away. Each pair of eyes were fixed on where his monstrous Cock was sliding, perfectly lubricated by their Commander, in and out, in and out, of their Gem's belly with ever increasing speed and force.

Gem's head tossing sped up with Roger's increased power up her belly. Her mumbles were becoming ever more audible, more frantic. Her wincing when womb impacting pleasure spiked up her spine grew more frequent, and more comically extreme.

The crack of his firm, swollen nuts off her upturned meatloaves now echoed off the surrounding hills.

After looking at each Elf kneeling before him, gawking at his use of their Commander, he finally noticed that they all were panting, their barely vest contained tits heaving quickly, pebble hard nipples jutting out, obvious, their mouths open, eyes fixed on cock/cunt junction.

Lust jumped within him.

"Go ahead!" came from the Avatar far down in his primitive, reptilian female dominating brain, "You're a god...their god...you can do them all! In fact, they expect you to! They want you to! Just don't expect them to beg...or even ask..."

Gem, head till tossing back and forth, eyes screwed shut, moans and mews and grunts escaping her mouth as Roger stroked away, smashing into her cervix with each manly drive, suddenly reached around his waist and started up a wicked, painfully delicious, and oh-so-hot clawing of his back with her long, sharp talons.

With a sincere gasp of raw pleasurable shock, Roger abruptly sped up his assault on Gem's belly, making the Elf squeal delightfully as his nuts slapped off her buns with even sharper notes. He looked up again at the Elves watching them, then smiled with sudden inspiration, "Strip, all of you!" He barked like an overseer. "I want all of you tonight! Tonight! Just as soon as I fertilize Gem! Now, you all are to be naked...immediately! Obey your God!"

Instantly there were vests and tights flying through the air, and broad smiles flashed on every Guild Elf face as Gem's "troops" hastened, eagerly, to comply with their God's orders!

Roger's grin broadened as he watched Gem's "troops" quickly and enthusiastically obey. Once they were all deliciously stripped, their clothes tossed haphazardly upon the ground around them, Roger looked back down at Gem.

"Want my baby, Gem?" Roger growled.

Gem's head tossing stopped instantly. She looked up at him, wincing rhythmically to his belly swelling, cervix striking fuck strokes. "I...I can't!" she husked, trying to maintain her dignity as Roger's cock strokes threatened to force a womb opening orgasm from her. "Only our Queen..."

"Lets try anyway!" Roger grinned back, feeling his nuts tighten. "I feel like knocking up every Guild Elf here tonight!"

"Oh, M'Lord!" Gem moaned, going over the edge into the beginning of a massive machine-gun orgasm. "Whatever you want, M'Lord! Fuck me! Impregnate me! I am your Elf!"

"You all are!" he said, lowering himself upon the squealing, orgasming Gem. Tucking his face into the edge of her shoulder and neck, Roger began pounding away, adding a little twist to his cock at the end of each thrust, maximizing his pleasure...

Gem could take care of herself, what with an eighteen inch cock drilling her!

"My balls..." he gasped into her ear almost at once. Damn! This Elf's twat was one snapping pussy! A real cock squeezer!

She wanted a baby, alright!

Then Gem obeyed, eagerly reaching under her spanked red ass, sinking her talons deeply into Roger's ass slapping nuts!

"OOOOOHHH! Fuck!" Now it was Roger's turn to moan in mortal pleasure. As Gem ground up his nuts into quarts of babystuff, Roger bit her neck as his cock swelled even further with the wadd flooding into it. Within seconds his meat was jumping wildly far, far up Gem's belly.

Gem squealed with delight as she seemed to instinctively know what that jumping meant...

"Cuming!" Roger roared into her ear as his last thrust pierced her cervix and planted his cockhead into her womb. Then, to the accompaniment of Gem's shrill squeals, he proceeded to unload a good pint of testiclepudding into the Guild Elf's womb. Within a minute of continuous spewing, Gem's belly began swelling from all the wadd collecting in her abdominal spaces.

She already looked pregnant...

At that moment Roger really didn't care. He just couldn't seem to stop cuming! Gem's ball milking was sending what seemed to be an endless supply of spooge into his jumping, spasming prick and into the Guild Elf's filling belly. For long minutes he fertilized the jerking, squealing, begging Elf.

Yet, minutes later, when Roger collapsed upon the still orgasming Elf, her belly swollen like she was eight months pregnant, he almost immediately looked up from her shoulder to leer at the nearest, naked, Guild Elf to him.

The look of unrequited lust he gave her had the Guild Elf grinning like a Cheshire Cat!

With a syrupy pop Roger yanked himself from Gem's jism flooded guts and with but a "gotta go...be back later", was climbing off the still cuming Gem.

He made right for the nearest Guild Elf.

She, seeing his cum drooling, still hugely swollen and erect godcock swinging under him, smiled broadly and smoothly rolled upon her back. Throwing her knees up over her tits, and still smiling broadly, she reached between her upraised thighs and grabbed his dong in both eager hands...

He immediately poured a ton of left over cum all over her thighs and belly.

Undeterred, she guided...some would call 'forced'...his iron bar hard prick to her upturned, shiny and soaking wet pussy.

As soon as Roger felt her hot labia wrap around the tip of his cockhead, he thrust.

Fortunately the Elf had a good aim with his dick, for his cock burst through her tight vaginal opening and plunged directly into her belly, smashing into her womb.

As his new 'partner' squealed shrilly...not unlike his still jerking...still cuming old 'partner'...Roger began plowing this Elf just as hard and deep as the first one. He roared in male lion pride when the Elf's eyes almost immediately rolled up into her skull and she reached for his refilled, ass slapping balls...

Elves learn fast when it comes to getting fertilized by a berserk God!