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.

34. Desiree Gets the Last LaughFor the Mo

Roger woke the next hazy, 'crack of dawn', morning flat on his back and literally surrounded by Guild Elves, all sprawled seemingly haphazardly around him and each and every one literally 'shiny-ass' naked. It looked like the Elves had fallen asleep right in the midst of a titanic lesbian group-grope, seemingly at the very moment of an awesome, shared community, mutual orgasm!

With Roger...er...Lord Loki in the middle of them!

A lusciously warm and very naked Gem was laying upon his right arm, firm, warm tit cleavage enveloping his elbow joint while his hand, pressing against her (permanently?) wet twat, was most securely held between her two powerful thighs.

He turned his head to see another Elf, in the same condition and position, holding down his left! One look at that bubblebutt jutting up from above his loins buried hand immediately identified the Elf as Chrysoberyl.

Suddenly, as he leered at that smooth, round, feminine-perfection, jutting-towards-heaven tail wrapped around his pinned left arm, he felt his prick abruptly seized!

Looking down with a jerk of his head, he was first startled to see his prick furiously stiff, arching over his bare belly and throbbing like it hadn't been in a female's body in a year!

Of course, he had just screwed every Elf around him into near unconsciousness...more than once!...the night before! He had unloaded...massively...into each of the sweet, little long eared shrieking girl-women more than once last night! Roger tried not to grin in exaggerated Male pride when he recalled the looks each of his little fuck bunnies gave him when, last night, they, while thrashing beneath him, finally realized just how much manchowder their god could eject into their swelling bellies!

And now he could feel his balls starting to burn as the dwarfed hand, armed with wicked looking long nails yet barely get half way around his swollen firm cockhead, tried to control his swelling shaft. His cockhead was just now drooling long strands of coiled manchowder down upon his sternum!

Dwarfed hand?!

"Dwarfed" as in little though strong, Guild Elf hand?

Dumbly, hesitantly, he followed the arm owning the cock-gripping hand down to its shoulder...on his right...and the brightly smiling, dreamy eyed but very awake face of Gem!

"G' Morning, M'Lord!" she husked into his right ear, acting for all facts and purposes as if it were the most natural thing in the world...er...Lokin for her to be clutching a half meter of arm thick Male organ jumping and drooling in her fist the first thing in the morning!

He felt his cock instinctively jerk mightily and, not needing to look, he knew an ounces sized, inches thick worm of wadd had just belched out his cockhead.

As if on reflex, he flexed his forearm and sent his fingers between Guild Elf Commander slick and floppy labia and into the Elf's femininity, bursting open her soaked twat like he was gripping very overripe fruit.

Gem abruptly lost her smile as her eyelids became heavy.

Her hand slid down his feet long shaft. Reaching the bottom, she immediately stroked back up, milking his pole. A good twelve inches of coiled precum preceded her hand, rapidly running...almost shooting...out of his slit at the tip. It was like she was working his meat as if it were an (oversized!) tube of toothpaste.

Both of them looked at the mess Gem had made on Roger's chest.

"Hmm!" went the Elf, raising her head up from his right shoulder and sending it down over his chest. "Breakfast!" was all she said to his jumping prick.

Roger gasped when he felt Gem's wondrous and wet-hot tongue lap once around his vividly purple-red pudcap. Then he felt a sensation that resembled something being pulled right out through the tube running down the middle of his prick and, with Gem's hasty sounds mimicking a child sucking in a strand of spaghetti, he realized that the noise had to be his next wadd-worm being sucked right out of his cock!

With a slurp, she noisily gulped down her 'breakfast from out of him'. Then she lowered her head and, right before Roger's wide eyes, used her consummately competent tongue to thoroughly lick his chest clean of his babystuff!

As he watched Gem finish cleaning him, he abruptly heard another 'coo', this time in his left ear. It was Chrysoberyl, wide awake and squirming her hips around his left hand.

Then he realized that Gem's 'service' had made him clench both hands, and his left hand's fingers were as buried into Chrysoberyl's twat as his right were gripping Gem's.

He guessed sinking his middle three fingers into a sleeping Guild Elf Commander's clearly permanently wet and hot and hungry pussy was all it took to wake her up!

Chrysoberyl raised her head and brought her delicious face up to Gem's. For a long, brutal moment the two Guild Elf Commanders faced each other, their noses not half a foot apart, straddling his jumping, jerked off and drooling cockhead. Gem's hand idly took up a jacking motion on his shaft, making Roger's prick jump powerfully, moving her arm around.

Then Chrysoberyl's left hand found Roger's grapefruit sized balls resting on the ground covering blanket between his wide spread legs...

Roger gasped raggedly...and obviously helplessly...when those talons sank into his left nut.

Chrysoberyl had his undivided attention now!

The two Elves merely smiled at each other...heavy lidded eyes lazily fixed on each other's, vividly red lips forming small but very real smiles aimed at the other...just like lovers about to share an intimate, quiet breakfast with each other while on honeymoon...

A breakfast provided by an increasingly 'agitated' God!

When another pearly white worm of thick, coiled, fresh testiclepudding peeked out of the slit at the end of his throbbing prick, Gem, not even looking away from Chrysoberyl's bedroom eyes, started jacking him with a firmer grip, a quicker stroke. Now, with each masterful pump of Gem's hand on his shaft, another full inch of toothpaste-like wadd would slide greasily out of him. The two Elves' vision remained fixed...locked on each other's...not in anger but with an image of pure, perfect all-too-lesbian love...amour on a level far too subtle and advanced for mere brainless Males to fathom...or match...until Roger's precum worm was a good six inches long and swinging back and forth as his cock leaped and Gem's hand beat.

Abruptly, as one they broke their silent communication and turned to Roger's jumping meat. Their eyes shone in Holy Light and they broke out in wide, shit-eating grins.

Then Gem stopped beating him and pointed his disgusting, cum-drooling cock at Chrysoberyl!

She was offering his slime coated glans to the Elf!

Chrysoberyl gave Gem the most luscious silent 'thank you!', then her tongue flashed out.

Roger gasped when that blurry tongue expertly snagged his swaying cum strand and, like a predatory lizard with a nightcrawler, whipped his strand of masculine essence into her maw. Then the Elf pursed her lips and began sucking the remaining strand right out of his prick!

Roger gritted his teeth as the seemingly endless white worm continued to slide out of him. His cunt buried hands gripped the girl meat surrounding him, forcing a brief, high pitched gasp from each Elf as he watched...completely helplessly...as the Elf sucked in the tacky strand.

"Damn! They were so damn good at this!" he gasped inwardly, his eyes fixed on Chrysoberyl's pursed and sucking mouth.

He could feel his cum strand moving through his entire length of prick...it felt like she were pulling it right out of his balls!

And did it feel weird...and oh so very good!

Roger's sudden and most involuntary moan brought a smirking glance from Gem. Her eyes locked with his, her face one of triumph and feminine dominance.

His, no doubt, was the Male equivalent of the opposite!

Then his cum broke free of his cockhead, and the tail, inches of it, slapped up over Chrysoberyl's nose and forehead like a off white, pencil thick worm. But not for long as, almost instantly, that tongue flashed out and, in a count, Chrysoberyl's forehead and nose were spotlessly clean.

Then the Elf began rolling his cum around in her mouth, bulging first one cheek, then the other, as if sampling some fine wine. Gem nodded to her in the silent question: "Good?"

Chrysoberyl momentarily closed her eyes in culinary bliss, then opened them again. She leaned forward...towards Gem.

Gem leaned forward, too.

Their lips met even with his again drooling cockhead. Gem's beating hand refusing to stop, so his drooling, likewise, didn't stop.

The lesbo-kiss between the two Elves was vacuum tight, fully passionate, perfectly lined up...and opened mouth...

Gawking helplessly as the two Guild Elf Commanders kissed, Roger saw Gem's cheeks abruptly bulge. Immediately thereafter, when the kiss had been broken, it was Gem who was sloshing 'something' around in her mouth.

With a self-satisfied, blissful smile, the Elf loudly swallowed his cum.

Then Roger saw the other five pairs of eyes all glowing around him, all locked on the towering prick Gem was expertly pumping.

All the Elves were awake...

And obviously hungry for 'breakfast'!

Roger's!

As Gem relished her mouthful of Roger, Chrysoberyl looked up at the gathered, ball-bustingly naked, and clearly famished Guild Elves surrounding them. "Tend to your mounts," she quietly, gently, and unhurriedly commanded. She looked at Roger with a little smirk, then back to her troops, "Everyone will have the opportunity to get 'Loki's Breakfast' this morning..."

Gem, mouth finally empty of her God's eggwhite, jumped in, "...but us first!"

With not a frown amongst them, the glowing eyed Elves, incredibly naked and wet-dream wet thighed and hard nippled, jumped up as one and disappeared into the fog in the direction of their doomed stallions, those firm bubblebutts flipping back and forth like they were atop ball bearings as they went.

Then Chrysoberyl's head was moving. Moving towards his feet...

And a wet, snug blast furnace enclosed his glans!

With a gasp Roger called out, "DAMN!"

Gem just smirked at him as Chrysoberyl's long, curly (naturally!) locks began bouncing upon her bobbing head. And Gem's jacking hand gripped his shaft even tighter as it flew up and down him.

Then he felt his right nut gripped in an Eagle-like talon!

Fear shot through him as those wickedly sharp nails pressed into his most 'precious' of possessions! Would these...can these females get so worked up, so eager for oral worship of their divinity, so hungry to dominate his divine organ that they would crush his babymakers? Can his testicles be really damaged in this place? By these babes? After all, his is a god...

Wincing as those unseen, claw-like fingernails sank dramatically further into his left nut, he gasped out in near panic, "Easy! Be careful with those..."

Gem, again without even bothering to look at him, while looking with open admiration, as well as a big grin of feminine exhilaration, at Chrysoberyl as the other Guild Elf Commander forced Roger's fist sized cockhead into her comparatively ridiculously diminutive throat with incongruous ease, sent her left hand shooting out to smack her open palm against a near hysterical Roger's forehead. Then, with omnipotent strength, she forced his head back down to the blanket covered ground beneath him.

Then the Male terrifying discomfort and tension turned, at once, into the most delicious, arousing pleasure as those ball-threatening devilish nails relaxed just a bit and began running, gently scratching, all over his helplessly exposed, tautly swollen man-orbs, making his scrotal sac tighten up dramatically until his nuts were pressed up against him, just below his throbbing, jerking, tersely swollen prick.

Roger could only moan, pitifully, as the awesome, long-nailed Elf pleasure built.

"Damn!" from deep down in his primitive mind came. "Could these Elves work a guy!? What'd I tell you!"

Abruptly Roger heard the first whinnies and cries as the Guild Elf mounts, too, met and accepted their masculine doom...in the mouths of their Mistresses!

"Just like me!" Roger unknowingly moaned aloud.

"Just give us a big load!" Gem replied, not taking her eyes off the now gagging, choking, eagerly and competently deep throating Chrysoberyl. The Elf was going down on at least half of that half meter long cock now, Gem thought with admiration. Without looking at the defeated Man, the Guild Elf Commander whose throat was still free enough to bark orders did so, at Roger! "Cum for Chrysoberyl...cum for us...now!"

And Roger felt those wicked claws grip his babymakers again...this time in a clearly no-nonsense manner.

Roger moaned, tossing his head to and fro, his hands each furiously gripping a Guild Elf asscheek, his fingers sinking deeply into the fabulously fat and firm meat. He could feel it now...the burn...like his overheated nuts were melting and the liquified testicles were surging up through him, towards and into his jumping, iron-bar rigid cock...

More whinnying came through the fog as more stallions met their fate...

"Obey, Male!" Roared Gem to his seized nuts. "Obey the will of the Guild...Submit to our feminine will!"

Helplessly, unable to stop it even if he had wanted to, Roger's cock suddenly filled with red hot wadd...

Then those little pointy eared Bitches sank their fingernails fully into his tortured balls!

Roger joined the doomed stallions in whinnying his own defeat, crying out shrilly into the swirling fog. His ass gripping hands clenched around those fabulous meaty buns mantically, violating both Elves anuses with his middle fingers and forcing that rotund, generous buttmeat to bulge a good inch or more between his tetanically clasping fingers.

Both Elves jumped visibly with his masterful goose, and Gem let out with the sweetest squeal...

But that was his only victory this morning. They had him. Gem had him. She masterfully beat him off, making him...forcing him to explode into Chrysoberyl's stuffed mouth and throat...

Exactly when she wanted him to...

Roger heard the Guild Elf Commander give out with a retching choke, just like Flare and others had given out when he had first spewed a massive bolt of pure testicular protein down their cock-packed throats and out flared nostrils.

"Oh yea!" Gem cried like a cheerleader after a score, watching the repeated manpudding waves gush out Chyroberyl's wide open mouth and spew violently from her nostrils. "Yes, Man! Obey the Guild!"

Throat flooded and nostrils plugged with coagulating semen, Chrsoberyl gave up the ghost and, with a most loud and disgusting sucking sound, resembling the pulling of boots out of thick mud, she pulled her cum filled head off of Roger's jumping prick.

Roger jerked his head up, still gasping and whining as Gem's furiously jerking hand guarantied his orgasm would not fade, and saw the cocksucker's face. He gasped in spite of his orgasmic condition.

What a sight! Turning to face a grinning Gem, Chrysoberyl's profile betrayed an Elf whose face had been thoroughly spooged. Inch thick strands of coiled manchowder, feet long, hung and swung from her still flared nostrils as sheets of thick, lumpy cum poured out her open mouth to likewise hang and drop feet below her dainty chin.

But Gem was already moving, bringing her face around to face the massive glans she was jacking off. She almost got her open mouth into position before Roger spewed again.

Almost...

The cup sized gush struck the left side of her forehead, just above her left eyebrow. Then it rolled down the entire left side of her face like a greasy wave of tapioca, covering her left eye, sealing the left half of her mouth shut, and hanging as a lumpy, off white curtain from her jaw.

Still her hand beat him in a veritable blur.

When he saw Gem's perfectly spooged face, Roger managed to grin himself. "All right!" he managed to gasp.

Gem's left hand flew back with typically inhuman Guild Elf reflex to slap her palm, not at all gently, on his forehead. Instantly Roger's head fell back to the blanket...

For good!

With a splat, and another gasp from Roger, his next eruption struck and bounced off Elven face. Which one, he could no longer tell.

Nor did the Elves seem to mind. They continued to milk his nuts viciously and beat his jumping prick expertly, taking his subsequent, most violent spews off their angelically smiling faces without the least discomfort nor complaint.

Roger couldn't do anything about it, anyway.

His moans returned after three more facial spews when he felt the wet, hot, velvety assault of Guild Elf tongue upon his still orgasmic cockhead. Buffing, sanding, wrapping around him and squeezing, those prehensile tail-like tongues intensified and prolonged his spewgasm to record lengths.

They were going to drain him...

Utterly...

And he couldn't do a thing about it save moan feebly and explode into their no doubt angelically smiling faces!

Just when the intense, and building, orgasms overwhelmed his consciousness, his last rational thought was of the fact that he had five more of these famished cocksuckers to feed!

Oh well, he told himself as metaphysical orgasm swamped him, gods do have...responsibilities to their worshippers!

Flare's head jerked up when she saw Cassiopeia enter her bedroom/prison. "At least this time," she thought, recalling the last time the vampiric Elf had entered her room alone, "I'm dressed."

She now wore her usual curve and crease hugging tights and widely parted, cleavage baring vest capable of only just covering the nipples at the tips of her full, even for a Guild Elf, conical breasts. The inner halves of both of those heavenly creamy, teen firm and Hollywood full tits bulged out from between the leather strips that barely held her vest together.

She also admitted to herself, as she hastily rose to her feet, that she should now be grateful that she no longer was chained by her neck to the huge central stone pillar next to the bed. "Probably Desiree thinks she has me under her control, that I won't escape, especially ever since she..." The Guild Elf hesitated as she recalled, for the hundredth time, what those two had...done to her...that night.

That night where she was...forced, dammit!...to 'service' Desiree and that grotesquely equipped Wood Elf now slowly striding towards her.

But she knew she was lying to herself. Every-time she thought of that evening...of being sandwiched between Desiree and Cassiopeia...more stuffed between her powerful, wide spread thighs than any time in her memory...her disciplined and duty obsessed consciousness became utterly and completely repulsed by her memories.

Memories of thrilling submission to...evil...female dominating...female enslaving...female penetrating...Male organs!

All the while she tormented herself with the memories, her body, just as urgently and demandingly, craved for...more abuse from those two!

Damn her traitorous body! The pleasure of that evening was only exceeded by her anger at herself the next day for giving in to those sex fiends...giving in to them at all...giving in so damn easily!

And loving it the next morning!

And wanting more the next night!

"At least Cassiopeia wasn't looking as smug, wasn't smiling nearly as much as she had the last time she had confronted me!" Flare noted. "Probably remembering the ass kicking I gave her!"

Cassiopeia was being careful! She believed Desiree now when she warned the vampiric Elf about how dangerous Guild Elves were! Getting her face kicked in was an effective, if painful, education!

The Wood Elf saw Flare's bright blue eyes fix most angrily upon her own.

Good!

As soon as Flare looked into Cassiopeia's reddened eyes she recognized her mistake. But before she could even look the least bit away, a raw rush of breath-taking lust roared up her spine to explode in her head. Instantly she was in heat, nipples jutting a good half inch through her vest, her pussy flooding.

She was panting like an overheated slut before she could break the eye contact.

Cassiopeia, seeing the nipples abruptly protruding and the wet patch growing between the Guild Elf's legs, plastering Flare's tights to her suddenly aroused and floppy lipped twat, smiled. "This Elf bimbo is even easier than her lover, Gem!"

Cassiopeia felt her permanently erect clit throb.

"W-What do you want, Elf?" Flare hoarsely, from a suddenly desert dry throat, husked.

If anything, the Wood Elf's smirk widened. "Mistress Desiree has told me to meet her here. She has told me that she has...something to give you!"

Flare scowled outwardly at the Wood Elf, but inwardly near panic roared through her.

"And I have something to give you, too!" Cassiopeia added over-dramatically while opening her knee length robe. Her smile widened even further when she heard Flare's sharp hiss.

Cassiopeia's tights outlined vividly her wrist thick clit as it jutted straight up the Wood Elf's flat belly. The top six or so inches stuck up above her waist band, the bulbous end reaching her sternum.

Just as her prior panic predicted, no helping it, Flare felt the raw heat in her uncorked, the near out-of-control fierce arousal rush through her, just like the first time she had faced the Vampire, when she once again saw...when she once again stared at...the near Loki Cock dimensioned clit. Instantly she knew what Cassiopeia wanted to 'give' her!

And her lush, god-pleasing, all too traitorous to her lesbian Sisterhood, elf-perfect body immediately wanted it...wanted it way, way up in her quivering, moistening feminine guts!

"Admit it, Flare!" Cassiopeia replied in her soft yet wickedly inflaming vampiric voice while trying to keep the Guild Elf's anime-wide eyes helplessly locked on her own, "You loved taking me into your tight, hot and wet belly, didn't you, My lovely Elf? You enjoyed serving under me...around me, did you not, My sexy Elf? So, let's do it again! I want to show you the heights of womanly...Elven pleasures you can share with me...under me...wrapped around me! Let me into your delicious pussy again and you will be screaming your love and pleasure to my organ of female ecstasy as you have not done with any other Elf! Do not deny me, My delicious Elf, do not disappoint me! How say you?" The Wood Elf took another step towards the Guild Elf.

With a dry swallow Flare finally, hastily broke eye contact with the...beautiful and dangerously hung and oh so sexy Vampire...then managed, only just, to close her blankly staring eyes. Finally she commanded her head to stiffly and quickly shake, just once, in the negative.

With the brisk and sharp head shake Cassiopeia hastily came to a stop. She remembered another Guild Elf. Another bubble-butt Guild Elf...

One that didn't get away!

"Don't frighten the little sex-toy!" she told herself, recalling her near total possession of Lady Gem. "Just take your time...all comes to the patient when you are seducing...fucking Guild Elves!" Cassiopeia's serene smile returned.

Then she saw Flare's eyes fix, again, on her jutting, forearm thick clit.

Good!

With her left Cassiopeia pulled the front of her tights down until her entire phallus fell out the front, hugely stiff and throbbing. Then, with her right, she gripped the wide shaft...

Her fingers going just past half way around.

Before the...suddenly...fascinated face of the Guild Elf, she started stroking, jacking the over foot long clit.

The Elf couldn't seem to be able...or want to take her eyes off the throbbing phallus! Cassiopeia's arrogant smile returned at Flare's apparent fascination...fixation upon her sex weapon. Then the vampire took another step towards her victim.

"You want me, don't you?" Cassiopeia murmured in her most mercilessly sexy husk as she stepped. "You want this, Elf? Inside you? Far up inside you? Don't you, My Flare!"

Flare's wide eyed stare never wavered.

"Just like that slut Gem!" Cassiopeia told herself while preparing to take another step.

Then she saw Flare's hands, alongside her hips, clench into furious, stony fists, and the vampiric Wood Elf stopped in mid step.

It was Flare's last chance...and she knew it! She couldn't take her eyes off that long, thick, huge and...exciting Elf-prick! Her body was quivering on the inside...she hoped that Cassiopeia couldn't see how desperate she was to comply with the Wood Elf's teasing, blood boiling requests for penetration! And she was soaked...

But, of course, Cassiopeia could see the big, and growing, patch of her feminine juices forming in her tights!

That horrible monster KNEW just how hot she had made Flare...just by showing the Guild Elf that awful...HUGE!...humiliating...hunger inducing prick! It was all she could do not to bend over, rip her tights off, and stick her Guild Elf ass back at the Vampire and beg...beg...BEG for all the penetration that Cassiopeia offered!

Her fists were more in response to her own crisis...her last ditch attempt at not submitting to the Vampire's power...than any threat to the dominating Wood Elf!

If she looked up to challenge the Vampire, looked up into those red glowing eyes of the again smirking Cassiopeia, Flare knew...she was certain...that would be the end of even that little, futile resistance in her!

She would be oh-so-fucked!

Cassiopeia hesitated a moment, truly fearful of the Elf's fists and confused as to Flare's reactions. Was she hypnotized or not? Was she just trying to sucker her in again? The Vampire, though immortal (as long as she could find victims), was very cognizant...VERY!...of the pain, at least, that this Elf had given her and could give her again if she made the wrong move! Cassiopeia enjoyed pain not in the least bit!

"Best wait for Desiree, this time!" the still smirking Wood Elf decided. "Flare has already demonstrated that she has more than one opening she can entertain with! She will be able to service both of us, easily enough!"

Then, as if on cue, Flare's wide eyed face jerked up and to her right and Cassiopeia heard the rustling of the curtains across the entrance.

"Desiree!" she thought, turning to welcome her god-hung Mistress.

Desiree stepped into the bedroom and hardly even slowed down as she took in the scene inside. "Good!" she thought as she saw Cassiopeia some four or five feet from the gawking Guild Elf. "She has learned not to trust Guild Elves!"

Then Desiree took in the Guild Elf facing her. She could tell from the big wet spot in Flare's tights, the jutting, inch long nipples poking through her vest, and the overwhelmed by little girl wide eyed lust-filled countenance the Elf was presenting to her that the Guild Elf was very worked up, at the very least sexually, already! But, those fists, and the locked, stony arms and thighs, not to mention the abrupt frown Flare formed as soon as she recognized who had just stepped into the bedroom, formed a nice contrast to Desiree's first impressions in the Guild Elf.

Good!

She needed that Guild Elf, where they were soon going, and she didn't want Flare to become just another fuck toy for Cassiopeia, or anyone! If Flare was to be a good guard, she had to have a will of her own!

But a will determined to serve...to OBEY...ME alone!

Desiree showed a smile on her face, a carefully chosen, friendly smile, as she continued to walk into the room.

Cassiopeia, still stroking her jumping clit, turned towards the Aesir and bowed. Desiree replied with a nod.

Cassiopeia abruptly frowned herself when she saw what Desiree held in her hands...

Flare felt fear and anger mix with the torrid lust surging through her as she watched Desiree step up to her. Her first thoughts were to kick the Aesir's head in...

But the heat roaring through her, heightened by the rhythmic tube pushing Desiree's skirt forward with her every stride, froze her into inactivity. What stopped her was knowing what was pushing Desiree's skirt forward and...something else, something else in her mind...some 'feeling' in her since Desiree had last...

...FUCKED her!

In the ass!

There was, she only then just realized, 'something' else in her...in her head...that was preventing her from fulfilling her almost instinctive response to Desiree...stopping her from jumping up, right then and there, and kicking the Aesir's face in!

The realization that some alien thought now abruptly existed in her mind that refused to let her obey her Guild Elf programming to attack a Dark Lord Agent...or its own agent, Cassiopeia...even though she instantly had fierce and uncompromising anger...murderous rage even, towards them...shocked her into immobility.

"What is happening to me?!" she cried silently to herself as she watched the smiling...the friendly smiling Aesir slowly step towards her. That panic of earlier was again rushing up her spine!

Her eyes were abruptly fixed on the...huge...bulge now permanently displayed in the front of Desiree's skirt.

"My Dear!" Desiree softly, lovingly spoke down to the bulge gawking Guild Elf. "I am here because I need your services! Where we are going soon, I will need you...as My personal Guard. I want to...ask you...can I depend on you to protect me from the numerous hazards of a...Male dominated Earth?"

Flare jerked her head up and hissed with the request. Confused, urgent, fierce thoughts surged through her conflicted mind, "Guard?! Protect the Aesir Desiree?! The Dark Lord Desiree?! The enemy of her Sisters...of the Guild?!"

Desiree went on, holding out to the Guild Elf what she had been carrying in her arms when she had entered. "These are yours, Flare." the Aesir said, her smile continuing. "That is, if you choose to join us, of your own free will, as our Guard."

Flare hissed again, her eyes widening dramatically when she recognized what Desiree was offering her.

Cassiopeia, too, gasped, "M'Lady! You can't...Is it wise?"

Desiree, not taking her calm gaze off of Flare's startled face, merely and briefly nodded.

Suddenly and spontaneously Flare reached out in a blur and took the bundle from the still smiling Aesir. It was a wide leather belt wrapped around a sword and its sheath...

Her sword and sheath!

"Just serve me," the Aesir softly and calmly said. "And it will be yours again! Forever!"

Suddenly Flare's lower lip quivered as she cuddled the belt and weapon.

Desiree droned on calmly and hypnotically, "All you need to do is serve me...protect me from the Males on Earth...and you can have your sword back...for all time once again...Just serve me!"

When Flare looked back up into Desiree's eyes, the Guild Elf's eyes were wet.

"You will not be betraying your Sisters! You will be serving me!" Desiree continued while flexing her hardening prick, making the tent now formed in the front of her skirt jump.

Flare hissed yet again when she looked down at the movement. The tent had to be twice as big as a moment before!

Unbiddened, the vision thrilled the conflicted Elf to her core.

"Just serve me!" Desiree repeated. "And, obviously, there will be other...rewards!" And the Aesir jerked her rising cock yet again, making the tent at least a foot tall before the mesmerized Elf.

Gnawing now on her lower lip, Flare blinked once and a tear streamed down each of her rosy cheeks.

"Just obey me, Guild Elf! Serve me properly, and you will be rewarded!" Desiree's smile was now an arrogant smirk. She had this Elf!

"Put your sword down, Elf, for you have other tasks for your hands!" Desiree, with much more arrogance and haughtiness, almost barked down at the Guild Elf.

The wide eyed, god cock-fixated Elf immediately obeyed.

Glancing over at a still clit beating Cassiopeia, Desiree barked, "Now pull your pants down! You have two superiors to serve now!"

Immediately bending over while never taking her eyes off of Desiree's jumping tent, Flare yanked her soaked tights to her ankles.

Raising back up, she stared into Desiree's red, glowing eyes. The inside of her thighs shone with her steadily out-pouring pussy juice.

"Will you serve me?" Desiree imperiously asked while she reached out and, for the first time, fondled and groped Flare's swollen left boob. She mashed and squeezed it, watching the inside half of the Elf's tit-meat bulge out between her spread fingers.

Doing nothing in response to the powerful pawing of her tit except, again, gnawing on her lower lip, after a hesitation, Flare nodded once, quickly.

Desiree then pulled powerfully on the two halves of Flare's stuffed vest, ripping apart the leather straps holding it closed. At once Flare's metaphysically perfect and firm breasts appeared to leap outwards. The geometrically unspoiled cones quivered vividly and stiffly. Her pink puffy nipples were caped by ruby stiff peaks. "Will you obey me?" Desiree demanded.

Again, after a hesitation, Flare nodded, never taking her eyes off of Desiree's.

"Will you also obey my Aesir, Cassiopeia?" Desiree added.

Flare glanced over her shoulder, where the clit beating Wood Elf was slowly moving around behind her. Cassiopeia's eyes were locked on Flare's rotund and bulging buttocks. After a count, the Elf looked back into Desiree's literally shining red eyes to again nod once.

Desiree's grin broadened. "Release me, Elf!" she barked.

Flare hissed again when she looked down at the tent thrusting nearly into her face. She felt Cassiopeia's hands, and claws, start roaming over her naked ass. She could feel the eyes of the Vampire burning into her deep, dark asscrack and bulging nether meat.

Then she was reaching for Desiree's skirt's waistband. With a jerk, the knot parted and the Aesir's only clothing dropped to the floor. And Flare was staring at the bulbous end of Loki's Cock, some inches from her pointed little nose.

Desiree chuckled as the Guild Elf's eyes glowed in holy light.

The fist sized cockhead throbbed visibly, a deep reddish purple in color and completely tumescent. Flare wouldn't...couldn't take her eyes off of it as it bobbed, and drooled, inches before her enthralled face.

Cassiopeia seized the Guild Elf's opened vest by the collar and rudely pulled it off Flare's back, leaving the Elf effectively, and beautifully, naked. Then the Wood Elf planted her hand on the back of Flare's head and pushed her head forward until the Guild Elf's face impacted and bounced off Desiree's drooling glans and continued sliding down the shaft until Flare's face was lost from view, buried in the loose, hairless scrotum beneath Desiree's cock, the Aesir's massive melon sized balls on each side of her head. Flare was now bent over at the waist, her ass projecting back quite sufficiently for Cassiopeia's purposes.

Desiree closed her eyes in bliss as the Guild Elf's red hot breath cooked her oversized eggs.

Flare moaned as she inhaled Desiree's potent musk, feeling those firm, hot testicles warm each side of her face. She had no desire to pull back...to leave those warm, smooth and firm orbs.

She wanted to stay with her face buried in Desiree's smelly, wrinkled bag forever!

Desiree's massive cock thumped upon the top of her head, its now endless drool spreading over the middle of Flare's smooth, strong back.

Then Cassiopeia's clit slipped in between her buttocks, the broad head spreading her cheeks easily until the tip goosed her deeply. Flare jumped, but couldn't escape with her head between Desiree's thighs and her face completely enwrapped with ballsac.

When Cassiopeia slid her clit down, bulling aside her soaked, pink labia and working down and then up her entire pussy, crushing her own diminutive button and spreading her vaginal opening, no helping it, Flare moaned even more loudly as the consummately feminine pleasure of receptively accepting Cassiopeia's broad phallus between the lips of her womanhood seized her.

Under the 'influence' of Desiree's scrotal pheromones and magick infused will, not to mention Cassiopeia's bullish clitoral pussy spreading, the panting Elf at that moment now could think of nothing other than the feverish, streaming 'thoughts' or, more accurately, wild, out of control 'emotions' all urging the same demeaning, submissive position: "It felt so...good to have a long, hard, and fat prick slide up and down the wet and deep crease between your legs!"

Then a hand was pulling viciously upon her yellow-bond hair, forcing the red faced Elf up from beneath the Aesir's scrotum. As soon as her face was uncovered, with bleary eyes Flare looked up over her forehead to see it was Desiree's hand pulling her...

To face that drooling cockhead!

Lust roared through her with that glowing glans before her crossing eyes! Compulsion...obsession...need for...craving to...what?...just NEED...swept through her as the Aesir held her up by her hair.

"Are you my Elf?" Goddess-like, Desiree gloated down on the mesmerized Elf.

Flare, hair still pulled taut above her head, hesitated with Desiree's taunt, the quivering Elf's eyes now fixed upon an inches long, thumb thick worm of wadd slowly sliding out the slit at the tip of Desiree's glowing glans. Then she chewed on her lip a moment, near fury abruptly rising within her when she heard Cassiopeia's mean chuckle behind her. Only there was no room in her for anger or fury...no room in her for anything except...NEED!

Even Cassiopeia's demeaning taunt couldn't distract her from what was drooling before her face! In turn, her sweet saliva drooled down her own chin as she intently observed, as well as smelt, that increasingly lengthened and coiled strand of reproductive protein that now was swinging before her enrapt gawk. Abruptly her entire consciousness was fixed on that swinging, bobbing strand of babystuff.

She felt Cassiopeia's cockhead-like clit tip finally find, and lodge in, her soaked belly opening.

Flare shuddered visibly in real and rising feminine bliss.

Looking at that inhuman organ drooling in her face, and feeling that rigid clitoral shaft slip partially into her willfully presented feminine opening...that was all that existed for her, now!

With a submissive sigh Flare nodded up to Desiree, though her eyes remained locked on that disgusting cockhead.

"Good!" Desiree replied, releasing the Elf's beautiful (naturally!) hair and wrapping her clawed hand around the back of Flare's skull. "Will you obey...will you service...your Mistress?"

Flare closed her eyes, sinking her teeth deeply into her lower lip. With a little moan of onrushing, undesired lust rising from her supernatural clit threatened belly, she even drooled down her pretty little chin. With the Aesir's big, powerful hand holding her head she couldn't move it very much, but her quick, little nod was noticeable anyway.

"Good!" Desiree husked, betraying her own heightened heat. "Then clean me, MY Elf!"

Immediately Flare's tongue, feet of it, whipped out and snagged the defenseless foot long strand of cum and whipped it into her mouth. Then the Guild Elf closed her eyes in culinary bliss and swallowed the half-cup of stringy spooge noisily.

When she opened her eyes again, they gazed lovingly, veritably mimicking 'bedroom eyes', upon the newly cleaned cockhead of her 'Mistress'. The Elf moaned, loudly and slutily, when another pearly white and tacky worm of wadd started it's long and slow exit from her "Mistress's" pudhead.

The hand around the back of her head abruptly tightened its grip, and Flare heard Desiree growl: "Obey your Mistress, Elf! Service me! You know how, Elf! All you Guild Elves know how to 'service' huge Cock, don't you, My Elf!"

Flare just moaned as Desiree's hand firmly pulled her face towards the cum dripping cockhead. The Elf continued her moan of fatalistic submission, and, in the middle of it, spontaneously opened her mouth...

Wide!

In a single, well practiced motion, Flare wrapped her head around Desiree's glans...

With a single, well practiced gulp!

Now the Aesir's moaning blended in with the Elf's as both closed their eyes in mutual oral-sex pleasure. Desiree, for a moment, was intoxicated, enwrapped in the upmost bliss of a vividly hot and velvety wet Guild Elf oral seizure of her cockhead. And when Flare started an oh-so-eager and sloppy suck upon the meaty mouthful...Desiree began to gnaw on HER lower lip!

In less than a minute, in response to the sudden and copious increase of precum out Desiree's orally seized glans, a noisily slurping Flare was drooling copious and gooey blend of precum and spit down her chin. Soon thereafter, as if instinctively, she started up a firm, continuous, and designed-to-be-ultimately-horse draining suck on that mouthful of holy meat.

"OOOOHH!" gasped the Aesir, catching her knees buckling, "You damn Guild Elves can suck cock!"

Cassiopeia, rotating and teasing Flare's defenseless pussy with her nearly Aesir-big clit, nodded to Desiree, "You must let her suck on me sometime! I haven't had a cocksucker go down on me! It must be fabulous!"

Desiree, eyes slotted and jaw dropped in mind freezing pleasure, could only nod...

As a smirking Cassiopeia thrust her hips forward...

Then a stuffed mouth Flare moaned again, only through her nose this time, as, accompanied by a sloppy pop, Cassiopeia drove her cock-like clit through the Elf's perfectly prepared and openly offered up vaginal opening. Seizing Flare by her relatively wide hips, the Vampire went "AAAAAH!" as she drove the rest of her sixteen inches of wrist thick clit, to the hilt, into Flare's always cock receptive belly (Receptive once you got past her sword, that is!).

Unseen by anyone, the Guild Elf's navel bulged down towards the floor as a inches high tube formed in Flare's belly from her already jutting mound to nearly her sternum...

Once Cassiopeia's initial violation stopped, Flare started up a twisting, chewing, sucking attack on Desiree's orally trapped cockhead and the intense and velvety oral friction from that wickedly competent sexual attack nearly collapsed the Aesir's locked knees.

Gasping raggedly and uncontrollably, Desiree flexed the muscles on her Elf head holding arm. "Enough!..." she hoarsely gasped. "Damn you, Elf! I can't stand it...Enough of that..." she gasped and started pulling Flare's cock slurping, prick chewing, glans twisting head towards her, forcing the Elf to take more divine dick...down her throat.

Flare's head twisting immediately ended, followed by a dramatic swelling of her usually svelte but powerful neck, as the Guild Elf obediently swallowed up inches more of Desiree's quite inhumanly broad and swollen cock. Desiree didn't stop pulling the Elf in until over half of her prick was down Flare's distended throat, jerking and throbbing in near orgasmic excitement as the stallion-trained and practiced throat of the Guild Elf instinctively took up a rapid and strong swallowing upon the trapped tubular penis-meat. The peristaltic-like convulsions of Flare's cock filled throat, with awe inspiring oversized cock mastery, milked Desiree's cock into rigid, jerking cum-filled hardness.

On the very edge of heart stopping, mind melting spewgasm.

Flare's slurping, gagging, choking filled the expansive and quite hollow bedroom, echoing off the walls and covering over the gasps and moans of the two monsters she was...expertly and, now, happily...servicing.

Behind her Cassiopeia, the Vampire, no longer gloated nor leered down at Flare's magnificent, horse exercised buttocks. Her jaw dropped, fangs clearly displayed, the Wood Elf with the arm thick and long clit was rhythmically pumping her hips forward and backward, her wide open as if in shock eyes glazed in the sexual bliss of finally taking...fucking a Guild Elf again. That pussy was fantastic! The wet friction was irresistible! Within three deep, soul satisfying strokes she had cum, had had no choice, and now she just couldn't stop. Literally every third deep, bottoming out-against-firm-Elf-cervix stroke was setting her off yet again! She couldn't stop...yet she also couldn't withstand the divine pleasure, the outrageous friction!

Cassiopeia could only fuck away, cumming mindlessly, continuously, as Flare choked and gagged on her Mistress' meat.

Flare's hands, formerly holding the edges of Desiree's hips, abruptly moved inward to exactly, and nearly painfully, seize Desiree's huge, low hanging, and quite helpless balls. Immediately her talons, of which Roger could confirm were very hard and pointed, sank into the Aesir's balls to send a massive rush of fresh Desiree eggwhite into her partly swallowed, iron bar hard prick.

Desiree betrayed her condition of near surrender to Guild Elf oral talent by moaning most raggedly and involuntarily.

Then Flare's head moved forward! Leaving Desiree's formerly skull gripping hand in mid-air, Flare's head moved even further down the Aesir's now uncontrollably jumping cock, swallowing ever more of the insanely distended, insanely tasty meat. Flare went way past the one foot mark. She relentlessly gobbled up more of the jaw distending shaft, seemingly effortlessly gulping down inches more than a foot of divine dong.

When Flare's little pointed nose pressed into Desiree's flat, though heaving, belly, Desiree moaned pitifully, acknowledging the Guild Elf's conquest just like a stallion would. Flare, her loud sloppy gagging and choking seemingly not interrupting her deep throat, waited a count, feeling that massive prick jump wildly far, far down her gullet. Then she slowly retreated, sucking and slurping all the way, until only the fist sized cockhead remained in her all conquering maw.

Desiree hastily moved her hand aside to allow the Elf her delicious, sucking retreat. Abruptly the Aesir had no desires to do anything to interrupt Flare's feeding on her!

With Desiree's hand resting passively on Flare's left shoulder-blade, with her face slack, eyes closed, jaw dropped, the Aesir did nothing to interfere with Flare's oral 'service'.

"It felt sooooo gooood!" was all that went through Desiree's sex cooked mind, now.

Flare took a long moment to gnaw on Desiree's cockhead, twisting her head around and around the trapped glans, polishing it with her whip-like tongue, sucking on it like she was in the field and it was time for her mount to feed her before the sun set.

With gag-induced, tear filled eyes she watched the spit soaked remainder of Desiree's 'pride' jerk and bend as she suckled that mouthful of cockhead.

Desiree was nearly incoherent, now. Knees bent and spread, giving the Elf all the room she needed...wanted to get at the Aesir's babymakers, Desiree moaned and whined, mumbled and gasped as Flare nursed on her.

Then the Guild Elf, without warning, started down that shaft once more.

And Desiree moaned like a dying bull, watching wide eyed as her Loki Cock relentlessly disappeared into horse-trained Guild Elf throat.

Flare plunged down more quickly this time. It took her hardly twenty seconds to deep throat the Aesir. It took even less when she retreated, but the subsequent immediate plunge downward the next time hardly took five seconds. After the next cycle the Guild Elf went into automatic, fucking Desiree's jumping, but completely compliant and spit soaked cock in and out of her throat at a breakneck pace, hardly taking five seconds to plunge down till the Elf's nose touched Aesir belly, then back until only that fist sized cockhead remained in her mouth. Over and over Flare throat fucked Desiree...

After a couple of minutes of this wild mouth fucking the Elf would abruptly stop and spend a good minute gnawing on a whining Aesir's knob, and Desiree would...could do nothing but mumble and babble about her balls emptying and her cock exploding.

In the middle of Flare's nursing on Desiree's knob Cassiopeia, with her own wild cry, abruptly collasped, draping herself over Flare's back. Spastically reaching around the slurping, suckling Flare's ribs to fill her hands with the Elf's firm and full tits, she looked longingly at Flare's exposed and unprotected throat...

Suddenly exploding in delicious orgasm far, far up the Guild Elf's expertly trained and controlled snapping pussy no longer was enough for her...

The Vampire pumped furiously away into the Elf's convulsing, jumping belly, lost in frantic, machinegun orgasms with Flare's boob-meat oozing between her tit gripping fingers. Slowly the Wood Elf brought her blood red lips to where her eyes were locked on Flare's virginal neck...

The vampiric Wood Elf bit gently down on the back right side of Flare's neck like a male lion does when mounting his female. She let her feel her fangs...not deeply, certainly not enough to break the skin. Just hard enough to let the Guild Elf know that she could...all the way to Flare's jugular...

Flare's body instantly jerked and she pulled her mouth off of Desiree's jumping, sloppy cockhead with a loud 'pop'. Her right hand, in a blur, left Desiree's mauled left nut and took up a blurry handjob on the Aesir's spit soaked and cum loaded cock shaft, keeping Desiree in helpless, on the edge of spewing, paralyzing pleasure.

Then she looked over her right shoulder, where Cassiopeia's face still hovered. "Don't you even think about it, Vampire...disgusting blood sucker!" she croaked back at the shocked Cassiopeia.

Flare had reacted the instant the tips of her fangs touched her skin! She thought that Guild Elf was under Desiree's spell! She shouldn't have been able to react that quickly! She shouldn't have reacted at all! Can this bimbo resist my hypnotism...Desiree's spells!?

"Don't try that again, or I'll..." Flare tried to bark back again through her cock stretched throat.

Cassiopeia's eyes lit up. After a vicious thrust that pierced the Guild Elf's now pliable cervix the Wood Elf leaned back over her.

Flare winced, nearly cried out, then dropped her head between her cock and ball grasping arms from the extreme violation pleasure...

Of that...delicious violation of her womb.

It felt sooo good!

Continuing to pound away furiously into and out of the Guild Elf's pussy and womb, Cassiopeia brought her lips to Flare's ear this time. "Don't you dare talk to me like that again, bitch! If you have not yet noticed, YOU are the bottom in this triad!"

The Wood Elf added an especially hard and deep thrust, and Flare, most cooperatively, howled as stars flashed behind her eyes.

"See?" Cassiopeia went on, "Don't fuck with me! Now, I want you to get our Mistress off! Get her off in the manner you Guild Elves are famous for! And I want Desiree to get off all over your face, Bitch!"

With another howl creating thrust, Cassiopeia began milking Flare's magnificent udders, twisting and pulling on her flaming pink nipples as well as squeezing and mauling her generous titmeat. "Now, bitch!"

The Guild Elf instantly took up her wild and blurry jackoff, eyes fixed on the slit at the end of the cockhead, where tons, now, of gooey, smelly gunk was oozing out to be flung out in all directions by the Guild Elf's frantic masturbation. For a long, hot moment Flare beat off Desiree who, in response, could do nothing but gasp and whine and squeal as her nuts rose to press against her body.

Just like a Guild Elf Mount right before it erupted in helpless orgasm!

"She's going to cum!" Flare told herself, recognizing the symptoms of approaching spewgasm from many years of sucking off many, many mounts.

Her face, as well as an avidly watching Cassiopeia's, were splattered with scores of flying cum worms that wound up slowly melting and oozing down their inhumanly beautiful Elven faces. Now, at the exact right moment (for a horse) Flare's cum splattered face was moving closer to the purple swollen cockhead inches from her cum dripping nose. And her mouth was wide open...

With the next ragged gasp from the Aesir, Flare gobbled up Desiree's glans and started her head twisting, cheeks concaving, tongue buffing, cum suck. Then her left hand left Desiree's mashed right nut to convert her jackoff into a two handed cum pump.

"NO!" screamed the Aesir, "It's too much! I can't stand it...resist it...stop it! AAAAHHH!" Then she seized the Elf by her two long ears to keep her in place.

She didn't need to...Flare had no intentions of running away.

Not now!

Not when she had Desiree right where she wanted her...in her hands and mouth!

Desiree popped up on her toes and, with a ear ringing screech not heard in Her Castle since Moira had totally defeated and raped her, the Aesir began grunting...

And Flare's eyes popped open as her cheeks blew out. Then waves of lumpy, off white tapioca pudding started to boil and gush out from between her wide stretched lips and Desiree's madly jumping cock.

And Cassiopeia, leering at Flare's submission to her Mistress, suddenly lost her smirk. With her own forced, warbling moan of overwhelming pleasure, the Wood Elf's jaw dropped and her eyes went blank as her hips began to jerk in quick, sharp, short humps into the Guild Elf's phat ass.

Flare was cumming herself! Just from tasting Desiree's cum! But Flare's fuck tube, her pussy, had clamped down upon Cassiopeia's monstrous clit as soon as she started cuming! Suddenly it was like a giant hand milking, jerking, forcing her clit to cum, too!

Quickly the orgasmic Flare's oral defenses were overwhelmed by the massive and ongoing spooging of her maw and she was forced to release Desiree's cockhead. Cups of coagulated cum gushed out her cockless but wide open mouth as she continued to furiously beat the arm long pole. She sent the still exploding cockhead against her smooth right cheek and started to rub it up and down.

She wanted to keep stimulating Desiree's cockhead, keep it cuming...

For her cheek was warm and smooth and with short, soft facial hair like that of a peach...

To keep Desiree spewing...

For Cassiopeia's face was just behind her head, on Flare's right side!

The first three spurts Desiree gave out after leaving Elf maw powerfully struck Flare's right ear, flooding it with babystuff. But Flare's aim improved and soon "splat!" "splat!" "splat!" "splat!" "splat!" was echoing in the bedroom as Cassiopeia's face was quickly converted into a target...

Flare thought it in terms of a "cum darts board"!

For long minutes all three of the 'females' continued to explode around and on each other. When they finally collapsed together, some five minutes later, both Cassiopeia's and Flare's faces were no longer recognizable, being iced in inches of coagulated spooge.

But at that time no one really cared!

On her left side upon the floor, her sloppy head resting on Desiree's heaving stomach, the Aesir's cock draped, semi-erect, across her face, Flare hugged her sword to her and squeezed Cassiopeia's still belly buried clit, making the even more cum covered Wood Elf moan in residual pleasure. While things were certainly not perfect...having her sword certainly brightened circumstances for her!

"If only Gem...Lady Gem were here!" she sighed. "Or Roger...Then things would be much better!"

But, at least she knew, now, exactly what her position was in this mission...as a guard...and bottom...for Desiree! And, most important for a Guild Elf, now she was armed!

That thought brought mixed feelings to the fucked Elf. She didn't want to have any 'good' feelings towards Desiree! She wanted to continue to hate her and want her dead! But, every-time she puts that 'Loki Cock' into her...!

That Cock was changing her!

Changing her mind!

Every-time Desiree fucked her...she became a little more willing to...serve her again!

Serve her Cock!

Oh she so wished Lady Gem was here! She could fight that Cock! She could straighten everything out!

"I can't fight it... Flare thought as she fell asleep, coated with demonic spooge, "I just can't resist Desiree! I must be Desiree's Bitch!"

Chaos was still laughing as the two Loki-Drow finally finished with unloading into Harley. Rapidly and callously the little transsexual beasts yanked their Dark Lord mimicking, coal black cocks out of Harley's spooge-flooded fucktubes, accompanied by a disgusting, sloppy pop and a sharp bark from their victim pinned between them. Harley remained where they had fucked her, on her side facing Chaos, convulsing in lingering, repeating orgasm.

Harley, eyes rolled up and swollen belly growling, continued to jerk and heave in residual cum for a good three minutes further. The Loki-Drow, still smirking at their 'success' with the Earth-typical bimbo human, stood at the foot of her bed, arms crossed and still hugely erect black cocks drooling tons of gunk upon Chaos' ancient hardwood floor.

It took Harley another couple of minutes after finally quieting with the cessation of her massive orgasms to gain some resemblance of consciousness. Then, raising her head with a jerk, she glanced at the still smirking Chaos, then immediately at the even more broadly smirking, arms crossed and cocks bobbing Loki-Drow.

Chaos thrilled. There was real fear on her face when she looked at those two! They must have 'impressed' the human!

"Enjoy it?" Chaos chuckled. "You sure looked like you did!"

Before she could even tear her eyes off the Drow and look at Chaos, the right hand Drow, arrogant face and eyes locked on Harley's disconcerted face, quickly added, "She certainly did! She was much easier than an Elf to fuck! Hardly a challenge!"

Harley blushed at the arrogance of her conquorers.

Blushed!

She never blushed, even when Joker bragged to his buddies about how often she begged him to let her kneel between his legs and suck him off!

"Now, since it was obvious how much you enjoyed them, why don't you thank them properly..." Chaos said to the fearful Harley. He could clearly see that the Human bitch was staring, unconsciously, at those big black bones sported by those typically arrogant Drow. "Get on your knees and suck them both off!"

Harley pulled her enthralled eyes from those pricks to stare at Chaos, a look of pure shock on her face. "You want me to..." she started, almost as if Chaos were the Joker making one of his typically outrageous sexual demands on her.

If anything, Chaos' smirk widened into a lecherous grin. Just like the Joker..."I am ordering you to service them! On your knees...with your mouth! And don't spit any of it out! Swallow it all! They deserve it! Now...show them why you are my cocksucker!"

Harley, with mixed shock and outrage, turned back to the just as broadly grinning, horsehung Drow. She was about to give them a piece of her mind when...

Those horn shaped ear tips started to glow...

Again...

And Harley jumped up to a sitting position with the first cry into her bedroom. Then she winced as her girl guts heaved and her anus clenched...and then burned. Hand on her slightly less than flat belly, she winced as she massaged her jumping womb back into calmness.

Then that scream again...

Female!

Harley then noticed the light streaming in from the short hallway leading to her bedroom! And she was alone in her ruffled bed!

But she had not been alone...

Two beautiful cheerleaders from the next county's High School had been there with her...

Sandwich fucking her into mindless, delicious orgasm!

Using BOTH her holes!

Using BOTH their monstrous black cocks!

Harley shuddered when she recalled how...full her belly felt with both of those 'girls' buried in her.

And how GOOD it felt!

Then she heard the cry again...

Her mother! she screamed in her head. She was up and dashing for her bedroom door before the thought was finished.

"OOOOOO!" the next cry, an elongated, warbling moan, sent chills up Harley's spine as she reached the open door.

"Feel good?" came from one of the 'cheerleaders'. "Then you're going to love this!"

The other cheerleader came in and what she said froze Harley with the doorknob in her hand, "Your daughter certainly did! You heard how she begged for it up the ass?"

"Yea!" came from the first Drow.

The second added, "I'm gonna make this Human bimbo here beg me, too, to fuck her ass!"

That goaded Harley to move! With two long strides, breathtakingly beautiful in her teenaged nudity, Harley stepped into the hallway.

She looked down the hallway, then frowned when she didn't see anyone.

Then, with a start, she looked down...

And cried, "Mom!"

It was Mom. Writhing, struggling, on her side, a short but impossibly hung Drow on each side of her, her eyes were wide and white as her arms were held imprisoned by the steel strong hands of the Drow in-front of her.

The Drow whose prick was out of sight...in her mother's belly!

Her Mom's pajamas were scattered all around her...that is, the shards of her night clothing. "They must have jumped her as she entered the short hallway to Harley's room." Harley said to herself.

How did these beasts catch her? "Probably came rushing down the hall wondering why her little girl was wailing to rattle the windows," she added, looking down momentarily in embarrassment. Sure she yelled...couldn't help it with both of those monsters in her! Sliding into and out of her!

Fucking wild, shrill stuffed schoolgirl screams out of her until her mind blacked out from all the womanly penetration pleasure those horrible, wonderful, HUGE dicks forced into her!

Her mother wouldn't be expecting to be jumped by two demonic sex-assassins. They would have caught her completely unprepared.

Ripping her pajamas into the shreds Harley could see now scattered all over.

Stripping her shocked mom naked!

Dragging the barely struggling housewife to the carpet...then introducing her holes to their poles!

With a 'pop' and a screech, the Drow in back breached her Mom's big butt. Mom shook her head violently as the two Drow rolled the double penetrated housewife partially atop the Drow in her belly. Then the drow buried in her pussy reached around her, filled her clawed hands with Harley's Mom's slightly softer, slightly larger bubblebutt and dramatically pulled those asscheeks wide apart.

"Noooooo! Don't you dare! I'll call the Police! You're too big! I'll have you arrested for...for...for RAPE!"

As her Mom wailed her ineffective warnings and impotent resistance, the Drow on her back lined up its cock with her butt, and then slowly began to sink home.

"No!" Screamed her Mom, throwing her arm back and planting her hand upon the butt threatening Drow's hip to stop her assault...no doubt temporarily. "Please! No! Stop! I can't...you mustn't...don't do this to me!"

The Drow behind her chuckled. "Why?" she husked (for a drow) into the panting, sweating, shuddering double penetrated Human woman. "Does it hurt? Well, does it?"

Harley saw the at least foot long length of black cock jutting out from her Mom's bulging buttocks flex, and saw her mother's face change...her eyes slammed shut and she started gnawing on her lower lip. It was not a face of unbearable pain...

"Does it hurt, Human?" went the gloating Drow, already knowing the answer. "Want me to take it out?"

Mom just lowered her head in humiliated submission.

The butt breaching Drow looked directly up at Harley's strained face, "I thought so! 'Like Mother like Daughter!" Then, watching Harley, she started thrusting again.

"No!" immediately squealed her Mom, digging her fingernails into the Drow's hip. "Don't do this to me! I've never..."

The Drow in front of the desperate Human released her grip on Motherly tail. Mom's two plump cheeks immediately snapped back, wrapping the front part of the other Drow's cock in hot buttmeat. Then the first Drow reached over and took her Mom's Drow hip clutching hand by the wrist. With a yank she broke Mom's clawed grip...

Then she simply directed Mom's hand to the massive pole jutting into her ass!

When Mom's hand just touched the wickedly wide shaft of that black meat, her fingers smoothly, and eagerly, tried to wrap around it!

Her hand could get just past halfway around it.

"Good! Now guide me, Human!" came the Drow, now in full arrogant dominance mode, draped nearly fully upon Harley's Mom's back.

Mom just nodded, quick and hard.

Then the Drow thrust, slowly but steadily, and, with Harley's Mom's 'expert' guidance, that monstrous cock slipped easy as you please, right up her mother's virgin butt!

"OOOOOOO!" went her mother, pursing her lips as the meat sank home, eyes closed in sudden bliss.

When the width of her cock clutching hand became the only thing interfering with further anal penetration, the Drow behind her merely pulled her hand off her cock shaft...

And finished burying that cock into Human female ass...

"Oh God!" Her mother wailed, losing it as her belly started to swell from the monstrous length and obscene girth of supernatural, superhuman meat now buried...stuffed into her. "Oh, don't stop! Damn you! How can you? It feels so goooood! I know I shouldn't be saying this, but you two feel so gooood inside me! Don't pull out! Do me...Fuck me!"

Harley gasped. Her Mom NEVER used such foul language!

The two diminutive, woman dominating, girl sandwich fucking beasts, now both fully buried in Harley's Mom's guts, started to grind their hips into her Mom's hips, rotating those over foot long pricks around and around in her defeated, all too feminine guts.

"OOOOOOOO!" went her mother, her eyes rolling up. "Grunt!" she finally gave out, the pig-like moan betraying her first sandwich fucked orgasm.

The two Drow immediately started fucking her, pulling out together, hesitating a count, then mutually thrusting back in. They repeated the motion, steadily increasing the speed, and then power of the thrusts. Soon they were smashing into the Human female, compressing her belly and buns with their powerful, near violent impacts on her bulging buttocks and heaving soft belly.

Fucking her into lung emptying, convulsion wracked, mind blanking orgasm with just the first few hard and deep strokes...

Just like they had done to Harley...not minutes before!

Mama grunted as those magnificent cocks forced orgasm after unwilling, unasked for orgasm out of the woman. There was little Harley's Mom could do about it...

...except cum!

"OOOOOO! You beasts! You go so deep! It's so good! Grunt! Grunt! Oh, I just can't stop...Fuck me! Please, don't stop! Grunt! Grunt! Grunt! Fuck me! Use me! Fuck me! Squeal! I'm cumming! Don't stop! PLEASE! Squeal! Don't stop! Squeal! Grunt!"

Plowing away, as powerful as Batman or Joker could ever manage, the Drow finally relented...but only after the naked housewife was no longer coherent...only to unload into her...

Massively!

Harley hissed when she saw furious jets of coiled wadd spurt out her mother's widely stretched anus, from between her sphincter and the cock filling that opening. Then, with a warbling drawn out moan of sincere, prodigious female pleasure, her Mom's ordinarily flat belly began to swell...

As her belly swelled, the woman's forced and strained grunts faded away, but not the convulsions. Her hips flew forwards and back, swallowing one spewing cock into her pussy with the forward thrusts, then devouring the one behind her into her wide spread, and now growling, bowels with the withdrawal. All the while her growling, heaving, cum-filled belly jumped and swelled and generated waves of mind destroying, female enslaving orgasms.

The beasts kept Harley's babbling, incoherent Mom going...cumming...for long, cruel minutes before finally ceasing their spewing. They released her from her delicious torment by abruptly pulling out of her.

As her Mom convulsed and whimpered and gut-growled, the two Loki-Drow turned their rapacious eyes towards...the naked, and still fully aroused, Harley!

They rose, and a suddenly fearful...yet also terribly excited and horribly hot...horny-wise, teenaged Harley gawked at those rock hard pricks. Pricks as hard and swollen, not to mention drooling, as manmeat that hadn't even seen a female for a month! As she watched, eyes wide and breathing hard, the two beasts tried to wrap their slender hands around those big black bones. Then they simply milked the cocks, and tons of left over cum poured out...

To drop all over Harley's still convulsing Mom's sweaty, pierced body writhing between them.

And her Mom moaned, long and loud, like she welcomed every single worm splattering over her writhing, sweaty, quivering body...

Suddenly a voice...a man's voice...echoed down the hall, "Okay, its your turn, now! On your knees and remember, swallow every drop!"

"Who was that?" the naked girl gasped aloud while looking around the short hallway.

"You know!" came the horsehung little black teenager on her right.

"Chaos!" husked the one on her left.

"Chaos?!" Harley thought, puzzled. But a part of her mind seemed to recognize both the voice and the name. And she seemed to know what he was demanding of her...

Then the two Drow stepped towards her and Harley stiffened in terror, hissing as she watched (She couldn't take her eyes off them!) the two jutting organs sway potently before their owners. Even when the two dark females stopped just over a foot before her, she couldn't even look up into their oval eyes.

With the beasts standing motionless just under half a meter from her, Harley felt their hot, gooey precum drop upon and greasily ooze down her smooth thighs.

Then each Drow took one of her arms and smoothly, without any resistance from her at all, guided her hands to their jerking, drooling cocks.

Harley sighed as she wrapped her fingers around those...firm, fat shafts...

"They were so hot!" she gasped to herself, squeezing, or trying to, those swollen and rock hard poles. There was absolutely no yield in them, even when she squeezed as mightily as she could!

They just drooled cups more stringy goo down her now quivering thighs.

The two Drow released her cock clutching arms and they remained wrapped around those throbbing orgasn. The black cheerleaders llaid their hands upon her shoulders to begin pushing down...with incredible strength for teenaged girls. Harley quickly realized that resisting them was futile...that they really had the strength to overwhelm her...to easily push her down to her knees!

With a ragged gasp the girl's knees gave way and she reluctantly, albeit slowly, but quite steadily, sank to her knees before them. She found herself at eye level with those virginity destroying pricks!

Harley hissed as she once again saw, from between those mighty girl destroying sex weapons, her writhing, cum drenched Mom, still convulsing and panting in awesome residual orgasmic pleasure, tossing and turning upon the hallway floor.

Then a hand, a black hand, gripped her behind the head. Those fist sized cockheads, vividly maroon fist sized glans atop ink black, and monstrously wide, shafts, began to come closer...

Harley couldn't take her eyes off the nearest cockhead as her head, with omnipotent strength, was hauled towards it. She could smell it now, the funky smell of semen just off her nose and big, hot nuts hanging and swinging nearly a foot down under her chin.

Funky and terribly arousing!

"Go ahead, suck it!" The right hand Drow from above her head urged. "You'll love it!"

"Your Partner did!" came from the other one.

Between those cockheads, writhing naked on the bare concrete of the alley, Batgirl was still convulsing from the brutal pancake-fuck...still mentally quite out of it...out of any sense of reality.

She'd be no help!

"You're on your own, Harley!" she told herself silently as that irresistible hand pulled her head forward and her eyes fixed on the cockhead...the first cockhead she was apparently going to be forced to service...now right off her little pointed nose.

Then Harley felt, and tasted, that cockhead press against her closed lips. The hanging strand of precum at its tip swung forward to stick to her chin. Then liquified precum ran down both sides of her mouth, running in the crease made by her two crimson lips defensively pressing together.

Then her mouth filled with saliva as the most exciting and...disgusting taste followed! It tasted like what she thought jocks smelt. It was funky and musky and disgusting and exciting all at the same time!

It tasted fully and consummately...Male!

With a miserable moan from Harley those lips parted, unforced, and the cockhead bulled its way bravely into her mouth, forcing her jaws apart, plunging recklessly into the crime fighter's mouth until the broad tip of the glans plugged her throat.

Harley gagged, then snorted, and a worm of precum spurted out her left nostril. But both of her hands were now wrapped around the cockshaft and, instinctively it seemed, she was starting up a powerful, competent jackoff to accompany her slurping, sucking, swallowing mouth.

Chaos laughed his ass off, watching Harley, kneeling alongside the other bed, chow down on the first Loki-Drow's meat. Her slurps and swallows already sounded like pigs at the trough, her jacking hands becoming a veritable blur.

And the half-crazy Human was effective! The Loki-Drow was wincing dramatically, knees bending, her hands clutching Harley's hair as her mouthed cock began jerking uncontrollably, threatening to loosen teeth.

Then Harley sent her left hand flying down between the wide spread thighs of the Loki-Drow. She seized the first grapefruit sized Loki-Drow nut her hand came across and immediately began mauling it into 'cream of Drow'.

No cocked being, metaphysical or not, male or not, could have resisted that suck off once Harley seized that big, bad ball. Harley well knew that Chaos certainly couldn't! She quickly learned that the Loki-Drow jumping in her mouth was no better. Within a minute its cock was jerking around to knock Harley's teeth out and its balls where up and tight against its groin.

"Oh!" gasped the doomed Loki-Drow, "she's sooo gooood! Stop! Stop or I'll...OOOH!...Ung!"

"You mean 'cum'?" Chaos chuckled. "She should be good! I had her trained myself! Used me to practice on...every single night! She's been trained by cocksucking experts...horse sucking Guild Elves! Can't get any better head in Lokin! Go ahead, unload into her. She'll love it!"

The Loki-Drow just moaned...a moan of the mortally wounded.

And Harley frantically kept gnawing on that huge, spongy, delicious mouthful of cockhead, feeling it pulse and swell, tasting its ever increasing oozing.

And suddenly, instantly, Harley was on her knees in the alleyway, choking and slurping on Drow meat...on her knees in her hallway, her Mom staring up with a mixture of utter horror and sex-mad fascination at her daughter as the girl serviced, quite expertly, the first of the two hugely endowed black cheerleaders with the long, glowing ears...on her knees on an ancient wood floor, listening to Lord Chaos laugh at her enthusiastic service of a Drow now no longer in control, no longer able to force dreams upon her, no longer able to hold back from that frantic, expert cock sucking mouth...

Cum spewed from Harley's flared nostrils and her throat instantly filled with lumpy reproductive protein. Harley desperately tried to swallow, but it was spurting out of the throat plugging glans faster then she could get it down her esophagus.

Waves of colloidal spunk gushed out over her lower lip, cascading down her chin the hang and drip in numerous foot long coiled strands of testiclechowder to Chaos' ancient wooden floor.

Chaos just laughed his ass off...

Roger laid back on the large, luxurious cushions laid around and under him, smugly smiling and congratulating himself on finally convincing these ball-busting Guild Elves that he was, indeed, their next Loki. "It's good to be a god!" he thought as his eyes moved down towards his loins to where Queen Thora, obviously in her 'position' as religious leader of the Guild while gloriously (as well as movingly to any Male, god or no) stripped mind-boggling naked, vigorously squatted down and around his towering and steely rigid divine prick, willingly...fervently accepting into her virgin-tight abdomen nearly every inch of his sacred eighteen Elf stuffing inches. Eyes closed in wondrous, literally divine penetration pleasure, teeth sunk deep into her lower lip from the unique, approaching painful yet wondrously exquisite massive expansion of her all too feminine wet and gripping girl tube, Thora hesitated, bent knees nearly 180 degrees apart, Roger's cock outlined in her used-to-be softly flat belly right up to under her now bulging navel.

His smugness meter jumped two notches when he, and everyone else in the oversized, harem-like "meeting" room, clearly heard the Guild Elf Queen whimper to and for her magnificent GOD, pleading...BEGGING Him to sanctifibly fuck her stupid.

Right in-front of, no less than, her daughter, Hermione, Christina, and another half dozen high ranking "Ladies" of the Guild, Queen Thora squatted, whimpering and whining, trying to get that last four inches of his magnificent organ into her.

"It's a good start to the meeting", he thought, feeling his prick swell even further with its testicular babystuff stuffing in response to her "damn pleasant" grinding of her velvety-wet cervix against and around his throbbing cockhead. He was in 'heaven'! "This is great," he told himself, watching Thora's belly bulge further as he spasmically flexed his nearly swallowed meat.

This was especially significant following the triumphant return of Gem's party from their recent exploits against the Dark Lords, where everybody in Asgard, it seemed, had turned out to welcome them.

A mission which proved, to the great relief of every Guild Elf, that Roger was, indeed, a god...and capable of protecting those hundreds of man-killing, big dick worshipping, potential Dark Lord fucktoy Guild Elves from the likely eminent invasion, and merciless rapine, of those very Dark Lords.

And those Guild Elves, from the Queen on down, were oh so grateful, and devout, to Roger for being so god-like!

With a big grin he reached up and filled his hands with the straining, squatting Thora's impressive udders. He couldn't get over how big they were, especially on such a petite frame, yet they were as firm as if they were water balloons stuffed to near bursting with Jello, and with only the most minor of sagging! When he clamped his thumb and forefinger around the nipples of each boob, then gently twisted them, the cock possessed Queen winced then gasped, so sweetly, while immediately looking down upon him from her perch, her perch squatting upon him.

Queen Thora smiled down at him, oh so agreeably, then most fervently and warmly said, "Enjoy me, My Lord! Whatever will please you...of my body...whatever you would like for me to...do...command me! I am gratefully at your service...all of my elves are! The Guild is in your debt...let us repay you properly! Fuck me bowlegged! Enjoy me...as your Elf! Enjoy all your Elves! We all want to please you, M'Lord!"

Then the beautiful bitch gripped his prick with her inhuman pussy, wringing his trapped cock, milking his towering meat most potently and drawing a ragged gasp from her 'god'.

Abruptly Roger was clutching the pillows alongside him, Thora's boobs forgotten in rising, near out of control spewgasm urge...

"Damn! These babies can control their pussies!" he screamed at himself. "She almost set me off with that!"

Thora then bent over, bringing her smiling, bedroom dreamy face right up to his. She took a further moment to run, rub her tits, with those pebbly nipples, across his chest as she continued to suck on him with that metaphysical twat of hers. Then she husked down to him, spreading cinnamon humors across his face as her hips began rising and lowering, over and over, sucking for his wadd, "Use me, M'Lord! I am your Elf! For your use! I want to please you! We all do! Use me...fuck me!"

Then their lips came together and Thora sent her tongue down Roger's throat.

That did it!

Instantly Roger knew he had lost this 'bout'. Nothing on Earth...er...Lokin was going to save him now...stop him from flooding Thora's tight, sucking belly with billions of babies. But he wasn't going to lose UNDER the little stacked Bitch!

If he was going down, she'll go down with him!

UNDER him!

With admirable, lightning-like speed the new god seized the miniscule waist of the Guild Elf riding/kissing him in his hands. Heaving his hips up, forcing a kiss smothered scream from the triumphant Elf besting him, he flipped them around, reversing their positions.

Thora suddenly opened her eyes, looking up to see her god arched over her, grimacing and beginning to pump his hips. Instantly her face broke out in a big smile and she spontaneously threw her thighs up, thrusting her feet back over her head.

At once Roger hooked the Queen behind her knees with his arms, then tucked his head into her warm, smooth left shoulder right next to her cinnamon flavored neck.

Then he gave it to her.

Thora squealed as the divine dong began to violently smash into her womb and Roger's grapefruit sized balls slapped off her upturned, offered up, suddenly spanked red asscheeks. The squeal/'slap' combination echoed through the room.

"Squeal!"...slap!..."Squeal!"...slap!..."Squeal!"...slap!..."Squeal!"...slap!..."Squeal!"...slap!...

But the mighty god was already into orgasm mode when he had flipped the Queen over. His furious thrusts were mostly to drive the Queen over the edge with him, as well as to maximize his own pleasure...as long as Thora's pussy continued to suck on him, he was going to cum anyway. So, within little more than half a dozen powerful thrusts, Roger was helpless, on the very edge of spewing and quite unable to even entertain a thought of stopping...

Then Thora reached under her rotund asscheeks and gripped his ass bouncing babymakers.

Roger roared like a lion and Thora screamed like she had been pierced through as her god sent his first spurt of god-goo directly into her opened and offered up womb. As the Elves/female mages around them gawked, all eyes wide open in excitement, Roger used the Queen for a cum tank, flooding her guts until her belly swelled and great jets of over-pressured semen came jetting back out around Roger's pussy-gripped cock.

It took him a good two minutes to unload into the thrashing, overwhelmed Queen.

Then he collapsed upon her still luscious body.

"Wow!" gasped an impressed Hermione immediately thereafter.

Christina Ricci, alongside a silently shocked, and envious, Princess Rita, just nodded in awed agreement. Looking at her friend and lesbo-lover, the Princess Rita, she asked with all sincerity, "If I ask nice, will he do THAT to me? Please?"

Roger just growled into the shuddering and whining Queen's ear...

Immediately after Gem's party had entered Asgard to the roar of the crowd of hundreds of Guild Elves and a good thousand and more of Wood and other Elves, he and Gem had been directed into the Castle and ushered into the Queen's throne-room.

Only the throne-room was empty.

Gem smiled, only without the least bit of arrogance, at a suddenly concerned Roger. This was exactly NOT what he expected.

Roger began to feel...uncomfortable. The place suddenly felt like...like there was some ceremony already taking place...a ceremony revolving around HIM and not Queen Thora!

Only he wasn't in on the plans!

When the towering, nearly two story tall double doors leading into the Throne-room finally and slowly opened, it wasn't Queen Thora who entered.

It was Princess Rita!

An abruptly svelte and luscious, and distinctly un-pregnant, Princess...

With a figure, Roger naturally noticed first, that looked as if she had never been pregnant!

But, he ruefully noticed next, the smiling Princess was carrying 'something' in her arms!

Gem, also smiling broadly in apparent great happiness at the Princess, slipped closer to Roger. "You were told that Guild Elves have a quite short pregnancy period?"

"I know now!" he replied in a whisper.

"If you know what's good for you..." Gem started.

"I know!" Roger interrupted. "I just didn't expect it so...soon!"

Rita beamed up at Roger as she stepped up to him. She was wearing a dress that resembled what her mother had worn before he had left: Long sleeved, it covered her from half way up her neck to the tops of her slippered feet. And it cling to literally every curve, bulge and, most importantly, crevice the Guild Elf had!

It was virgin white, so her seemingly larger than before, still swollen and conical nipples shown through pinkly. He saw the two tips were wrapped with wet cloth, clinging tightly and transparently to the clearly lactating nipples.

"Well," he thought, "looks like My 'daughter' is going to be well fed!"

Rita's deep navel was obvious as the cloth of her dress dipped almost out of sight into it. Even the front of her bald cameltoe could be clearly outlined.

He imagined the crease formed by that dress trying to cling to those rolling, smooth asscheeks!

It made his dick swell!

But then Rita was before him, and moving aside part of the blanket around whatever she was carrying...

And the lust just left him at what he saw in Rita's arms.

"It" was little and pink and squirming and smiling and..."It" cooed!

His heart melted...no helping it. Suddenly the most irresistible emotion welled up inside him.

No magick here! This was pure male/parent/father emotion...wired into him by evolution and the genes given him by his parents. It was as 'out of control' in him now as being sucked off into Gem's mouth!

And he just couldn't help it...resist it...stop it as tears welled up in his eyes.

She (he assumed) was the most...asexually beautiful thing he had ever seen! Little and pink and sweet and innocent and helpless...She looked like a miniature Guild Elf, only without those face smothering tits and horseback developed bubblebutt.

Without a doubt they would come eventually, he was sure!

But now...this Elf was different from all the others!

She was HIS! He had created her! Well, he and Rita...

Ears even longer relative to the size of the head than her mother's, she seemed to instantly recognize him and beamed a welcoming coo, flashing those blue, bewitching, almond/oriental eyes right at him and smiling with lips already red and full.

She would be a real man-killer when she grew up, he was certain, in both Guild Elf senses of the word!

She literally murdered him...right on the spot!

Then a beaming Rita handed the baby Elf to him!

He held it in his arms, at near arms length, gawking at it. Suddenly he was uncertain...nonplussed.

He looked past Rita at Christina Ricci, behind her, who was wiping tears from her eyes. Then he looked, completely helpless, at Lady Gem alongside him.

Even the great Guild Elf Commander was beaming at him, Then, in response to his silent plea for advice, she impatiently nodded towards the squirming little Elf, "Go ahead! She won't break! Hug her...she's yours, you know!"

"Mine!" he thought with all the hope, and dread, and responsibility in the Universe of every new father roaring through his skull. He brought the little cooing bundle against his chest, just under his chin. He smelt the cinnamon...sweet, fluffy, not the least bit sharp or hot...and suddenly he was crying, uncontrollably.

It took him...a god-damned god, no less!...a good ten minutes to regain his composure, and the Elves, including a misty eyed Gem, lent him the time. He refused to relinquish his smiling, cooing 'little girl' until he was again somewhat under control.

"Wonderful!" was all he could gasp when Rita took the baby back. "Thank you!"

"Thank you, M'Lord!" Rita replied pulling her dress down over her left shoulder to uncover her jutting, and swollen, left breast. In front of him, she guided the still cooing baby Elf to it and the sweet thing immediately latched onto Rita's babyfeeder and starting nursing...as eagerly as Roger would.

Actually, quite a bit more efficiently than Roger...

He could hear the swallows as the little Elf drank down her mother's delicious milk.

"She will grow quickly, too, M'Lord," Rita, still beaming, went on while watching the little Elf nursing on her. "In no time at all she will look no different than all the rest of us..."

"No different?" Roger asked, openly comparing all the Elven tits around him.

Rita smiled. "Well, in that department, she will look more like me, M'Lord! And, yes, she will grow nearly twice as fast as a Human!" She looked up at him, staring into his wide eyes with all the seriousness in Lokin. "She will have to be given her first mount, and taught to ride, before her first natal day, so her...bottom will develop to Guild Elf quality!"

Roger gawked. "Before her first birthday?!" Then he thought, "Of course! Guild Elves are born in the saddle!" Then he added, silently, "But when will she starting doing the OTHER thing to her mount!?"

Rita acted like she could read Roger's mind, but chose to ignore his typically male question, "I would like to name her Altair, if that meets with your approval."

Roger, staring at Rita's other nipple, the one not in the baby's mouth, as it swelled and stiffened till it was nearly an inch long, just numbly nodded.

Rita beamed at him again. Then, as their eyes met once more, her smiling face subtly turned...into a distinctly less 'motherly' leer. "I love you, M'Lord!" she husked, with nut tingling, very mature sincerity.

Roger's balls tightened at that look Rita gave him.

"How can I...thank you...properly?" she added, dropping her vision to fix on his bulging codpiece.

Roger's dick lurched and he stared back at that unused, for the time being, boob she was thrusting at him.

Her eyes rose to his face again. "Once I have finished feeding Altair, and have put her to bed, I want to meet with you, M'Lord, and...serve you, any way you want!"

"Oh Lordy!" came from far inside his head. Roger himself almost growled as wild, wicked waves of most un-parental lust suddenly was surging through him.

Rita's eyes dropped demurely. "Any way you want, M'Lord Roger! I will comply with any and all of your demands of me!"

Now it was Roger's turn to blush! He refused to look at an also leering Christina, so he turned to Gem.

She gave him a "Don't look at me! I've already 'served' you!" double take.

"I hope I please you!" Rita added, spreading her stance so the light would illuminate what was between those parted thighs.

Roger nearly swallowed his tongue!

Then his codpiece jumped mightily.

And Rita saw that! Breaking out in a big smile, she winked at him, then turned and left, swinging her bubblebutt with each step all the way out of the Throne-room.

Roger stared at that bubblebutt until a full minute had passed after she had disappeared through those tall double doors.

When the double doors finally closed, Gem, not without some urgency, turned to the love struck, and codpiece jumping, Roger. "M'Lord! Desiree must be planning to leave Lokin and return to Earth. And she will be taking Flare with her...as well as your Wife! She must not be permitted to escape with them! I will not permit it!"

Still staring at the closed double doors, Roger mumbled. "We'll send the Guild Army, I'll go with it and you can lead it, and we'll root the Bitch out and get Flare...and Janey back."

Gem didn't blink. "And if and when the Dark Lords invade Lokin and Asgard, who's going to stop them?"

Roger's head jerked around. Staring at Gem a long moment, he finally nodded. "The Army cannot go, I suppose. They need to stay here to stop the invasion How are we going to intercept Desiree, then?"

As if in answer, the double doors opened again, admitting another Guild Elf in a slinky floor length dress.

This one Roger recognized at once as Queen Thora. With a dress that appeared to be an exact copy of the one worn by her daughter, except it had a distinctive golden hue to the cloth, the voluptuous Elf with the Mae West, hourglass figure slowly, rousingly strolled up to him. The golden tint to her dress had no impact at all on its ability to cover over the Queen's substantial charms. Her broad, virgin-conical nipples still not only jutted out, but literally glowed red through the cloth, while both her navel and her triangular pussy depression were blatantly displayed dark shadows in the otherwise brilliant gold of her dress.

As she slinked towards him, a little predatory smile on her face, hips swinging to and fro as she took her little steps (all her tight dress permitted), her eyes dropped from Roger's gawking face to the jumping bulge of his codpiece.

He swore he saw her lick her lips!

She didn't stop until she was right under his chin, the, already hard, tips of her tits just grazing his lower chest. Their eyes met, smoldering in their intensity, as Roger's head was instantly encased with Thora's delicious cinnamon.

His new daughter was long forgotten now, he was afraid.

"Er, I must be going," Gem suddenly said, realizing she was the third Elf out. "I need to see...to my...troops billeting. I'll just slip...out..." Unnoticed, she slipped out.

After she had stepped out, Thora broke the silence, "She was right, you know, M'Lord!"

Roger's head jerked. "Uh, what?"

Thora reached up and stroked Roger's feverish cheek. "Lady Gem was right about Desiree. The Guild Army cannot leave Asgard, now. Not with the Dark Lords threatening."

A long hesitation, then Roger managed to reply, "Ah, I know. But it will take a large force to get into her castle. Hundreds at least..." Her fingers stroking his cheek drove him crazy!

Unseen by either, his codpiece nearly sprung open as his rapidly swelling prick, unused since that morning, rose to the occasion.

"I have a suggestion..." Thora husked. "But there is a price to pay..."

Instantly Roger replied, "No problem..."

"Good! I was praying you would say that! Our solution is the Drow..."

Roger abruptly, and without permission, reached up and filled his hands with Queen tit, luxuriating in their warmth, firmness, fullness. "What a pair!" he gasped, bringing a prideful smile to the Queen's face. "But I thought the Drow had already done us a favor...will they again?" He caught those pink cones between his thumbs and forefingers and pinched.

Thora closed her eyes and fought down the urge to groan. How did he know she wanted exactly that nipple pinch at exactly that moment? It just melted her belly! He was learning! "Not a favor, but a contract...a deal. Their Queen Embla is in trouble politically...thanks to you. You impregnated her major competitor. Now she must have a child if she is not to be overthrown. I think the Lady Gem can negotiate their cooperation, provided you can impregnate her!"

Roger recalled the last Drow he had pinned under him, and his codpiece jumped again. "I'd be more than happy to!"

She beamed up at him, "Excellent!" She husked into his face, sounding like a horny Chip and Dale. Her swirling cinnamon breath was distracting him to the utmost! "You and Gem will journey to Svartalfheim at once! That is, as soon as you pay the price for my information!"

Roger smirked as he mauled those magnificent hooters. "Which is?"

"Fuck me stupid!" she urgently barked into his face. "Pin me as you did to my daughter! And, please, before the rest of the court arrives so I don't have to share!"

"But won't your daughter be...jealous?" he hesitantly asked.

She gave him the strangest smile. "Not if you fuck her, too!"

"First the mom, then the daughter!?" Roger thought. Then, no helping it, he grinned...like a wolf.

Recognizing that grin, Thora's own smile broadened. "In fact, before this night is over, you'll have not only Rita, but also my Ladies in Waiting to ball. More than once I, and they, hope! And those two Humans, Hermione and Christina, if you want...Human pussy after mounting us!"

"If I want!" he roared silently, a wicked, and not entirely natural, rush of lust flooding him...very effectively washing away any remaining fatherly discipline and responsibility.

Roger leered into Thora's sweetly smiling face.

"But me first!" the Queen insisted.

Immediately his codpiece gave way and his fully erect, eighteen inch godcock flipped out and up to slap, rather violently, against her smooth, slightly curved belly just under her navel.

"Grunt!" went the Queen, most unladylike, then his out of control organ punched her in the stomach. Then her hands were immediately wrapped around his pole, clutching it, squeezing it like a tube of toothpaste. And, like a tube of toothpaste, Roger's precum gushed out the tip to soak the Queen's clinging dress from her boob straddled sternum to her shiny, hairless, high jutting mound.

Looking down at the mess Roger had just made of her Royal Gown, her smile broadened as her eyes glowed in holy light.

As she lovingly smiled down at Roger's Elf breaker more-than-filling her hands, the double doors abruptly opened again and a whole slew of Elves, including her childless and looking most horny daughter followed by an equally and obviously randy, hard-nippled Hollywood starlet, not to mention a suddenly, to Roger, 'grown-up' Human Mage Hermione, slipped in. As they came on, moving towards their Queen and their God will all haste, all quickly stripped to lush, wonderful, unrestrained nakedness.

While Roger gawked at the approaching metaphysically perfect pussy with typical Human Male awe, Thora pulled and milked him, sending tons more of his precum down the front of her soaked dress which now clung to her heaving belly like a semitransparent, second skin. As she milked him, her eyes looking up in adoration at Roger's openly leering smirk, the other, now fully stripped naked, females hurriedly laid out dozens of huge, mattress sized pillows all over the floor. That done, they all eagerly sat or knelt on the pillows, watching intently as Roger's cock turned Thora's dress into an off colored, tacky scum white.

Thora finally released him and, with a not ungentle push on his chest, sent the mesmerized-by-jackoff Roger flopping to his back on the thick, supportive pillows.

Then she reached up to her two shoulders...

Pulling her dress downward over both shoulders, then down her arms, she didn't stop until those two magnificent udders popped into view. Her chest charms revealed, she turned around and pulled the dress down to her hips.

Roger grinned, no helping it! The Queen's Royal Asscrack was clearly visible as a deep and dark slash down the middle of the round, smoothly jutting back of her already nearly transparent gown. His freed cock jumped, tossing precum all over the pillow he laid upon, as he stared at that mysterious straight shadow splitting the Queen's Royal Ass!

Then she bent over and Roger nearly moaned! "Holy Gem!" roared in his head. He felt his hands grip the cushions on each side of him.

Just like she was 'entertaining the troops' in some lonely, starry lit camp, the Guild Elf Thora bent over, thrusting that Royal Bubblebutt into his face, and began slowly, oh-so-nerve-rattlingly-slowly, to pull the dress down past those buns.

Roger gawked as she teased him. His towering prick jumped and drooled as she revealed, displayed, exhibited her asscheeks a torturous inch at a time. Soon he wanted to beg her to speed up before his balls burst!

Finally she bent way, way over to pull the clingy material to her ankles and Roger got an unobscured view of Thora's vividly pink slit between those perfect cheeks...

I made him want to cry again...but for a very different reason!

Then she was turning back around, her glowing eyes fixed on his upward pointing man-spike. For a long moment the two stayed silent, eyes fixed on the other's loins, panting like two race horses.

"Damn!" shot through Roger's head as he looked from those big, perfect torpedo-shaped tits of Thora, down her heaving, smoothly flat belly with that Grand Canyon deep navel to where her thighs...her shiny wet thighs...almost came together over the Queen's cameltoe.

"Damn! She's dripping wet!" next shot through him as his eyes widened at the scene Thora gave him between her thighs. Not only was the insides of her firm, full, delicious thighs wet, but her pussy, wrinkled labia hanging nearly an half an inch down from her vestibule, was literally dripping saliva-like strands of lubricant to the ancient oaken floor!

"This babe is ready!" roared what had to be the Avatar from way down in the most primitive regions of his mind...where he belonged...and where Roger was rushing to! "Look at that button! She is as ready and ripe as her daughter!"

Her unhooded clit, looking like a miniature prick itself, swollen and stiff and nearly twice as long as her pussylips, jutted out between the junction of her twat, vividly pink and shiny wet in its own right. It seemed to throb as Roger, grinning like the Cheshire Cat, literally drooled over it.

And Queen Thora, lost in her own 'needs', couldn't take her eyes, her consciousness, off what Roger had thrusting up for her! After a long moment of glowing eye worship, with the most nerve rattling (to a Male) whine of irresistible need and desperate hunger, the Guild Elf Queen stepped forward, straddling Roger's straight legs and straighter cock. Stopping with her powerful legs on each side of Roger's hips, without the least hesitation, she bent her knees and started down...

As usual, her aim was perfect. The sweet little bird cry she gave out when his monstrously dimensioned tip of his cockhead lodged in the opening into her belly, abruptly spreading her red hot labia and soaked tissues, seemed to echo in the room and every female observing, all Elf eyes glowing, jumped in unison.

The Queen just kept going and, when Roger's glans popped into Thora's eager, yet awesomely tight, belly, the 'slurp' her twat gave out, and the forced, ragged moan that Thora gave out, did echo in the largely empty meeting room.

Roger winced at the vividly hot, wet heat that enveloped his pudcap, He clutched the pillows around him, feeling his load...his next load...roaring up into his prick. He looked up at Thora's face to see if she were alright.

The look she gave him froze his blood.

She glared down at him with the hungriest, no-nonsense, unromantic and most merciless grin he had ever seen on an Elf...except, maybe, when he saw the look on Flare's face when she skewered an Orc in combat!

Then the Queen continued her squat and those velvety walls of Elf pussy instantly melted Roger's remaining Male will and pride while, as Thora continued to sink, setting his blood to boil. Gritting his teeth, eyes fixed on the Elf's belly as it swelled, outlining his swallowed up godly Pride, Roger was suddenly in desperate crisis...trying NOT to cum too soon!

Now it was Roger who was whimpering!

Thora stopped about halfway down him, triumphantly glaring down at her sweaty, squirming god. She rotated her hips around his half swallowed prick, smiling as Roger groaned and winced dramatically as the prick, already jumping, threatened to unload into the prick riding Queen. She continued to rotate those man-killing hips around a writhing Roger's meat and smirk down, triumphantly, at her god.

In desperation at losing this sexual contest, Roger grabbed the Queen by her narrow, firm waist and pulled her down, and Thora abruptly squatted further, unable to stop her downward plunge.

Now Roger smirked as Thora's triumphant grin disappeared into a dropped jaw, wide eyed expression of overwhelming penetration. When her cervix impacted Roger's cockhead, she belched, then moaned...long and loud so that all the other females could hear clearly that she was stuffed...

Stuffed with Roger, her god.

No longer smirking, Thora began gnawing on her lower lip, grimacing vividly as she sat on her god's iron bar hard and arm thick spike, rotating her cervix atop it, pushing her womb into her belly as she let her weight down...

The stuffed penetration and dislocated girl gut pleasure was devastating!

Roger just closed his eyes in his own, self-satisfied bliss, and let the little Elf Queen crouch in selfless thanks and worshipful squatting prayer to and upon her god...