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.

35. Roger Does His Duty or Gem Learns the Re

The brief but midday brilliant light flashed from behind a massive boulder that jutted out a good ten meters from the towering iron-nickel mountain sitting atop the Drow Underdark. For a very brief moment it lit up the towering wall of mountains behind the boulder which ran, like a dramatically tall and brittle Mohawk haircut, to the North. The out jutting boulder, however, extended out sufficiently to block the flash from the guard facing away from it at the entrance to the Underdark some thirty meters to the South.

Lady Gem, dressed in the Guild Elf night field uniform: skin tight dark earth colored, buttocks and cameltoe clinging tights and equally skin tight, sleeveless, midriff exposing, black 'T-shirt', peered to the South around the end of the boulder.

Roger, still buzzed from magick-porting them to the Drow lands, as well as still heated up from the torrid orgy he had just finished in Queen Thora's chambers back in Asgard, leered openly at Gem's perfectly outlined, jutting dark brown encased butt-pillows she was absentmindedly thrusting back at him while bending over to look around the boulder. (He found that when he used his newly acquired magick powers in Alfheim, instead of the painful entropy reaction, he got an equally powerful, but much more pleasant, buzz that fired him up, especially sexually!) His barely encased, barely controllable and now quite indefatigable prick jumped mightily behind his codpiece.

"Still hungry!" he told himself as his meat pulsed while he glared at Gem's full, round ass.

"How long has it been since he was last buried between those meaty pillows, pumping zillions of baby making sperm into those deep, tight Guild Elf girl-guts? Two days?" he suddenly reminded himself. Glaring at the inches deep, cloth lined crack parting those two smooth, plump yet firm buns, he hoarsely (inside his head) added, "It seemed longer than two days!"

Roger, for the hundredth time, returned his memory and thoughts to what had happened, to him, since he had first battled the Dark Lords. It seemed obvious to him that the 'change' in him that had started with that successful battle for Lady Chrysoberyl had continued to 'evolve', even after arriving back at Alfheim. He couldn't help but feel that he was becoming more and more like Loki, acquiring more of the characteristics, abilities, and lack of a conscience of the semi-barbaric god. For instance: Not only had fucked Thora, but her just as eager daughter, all of Thora's Ladies in Waiting, and, as well, Hermione and Ms Ricci...repeatedly last night.

Repeatedly and effortlessly!

He hardly even broke a sweat pinning those squealing, howling, thrashing, back clawing, size praising fuck bunnies into convulsive lumps of quivering, eyes rolled up, legs spread wide, formerly serene and regal but now moaning and drenched with sweat (and other juices) females. As soon as he finished with one baby he simply left her sprawled across her pillow-like mattress to look for another immediate sex bunny...preferably one still conscious!

He never had to look far before seeing another delightfully eager female, mostly little and supernaturally buxom but some slightly taller but merely Hollywood-quality physiqued, smiling broadly and invitingly at him while even more invitingly throwing their perfectly formed (naturally!) legs high and even more broadly wide in open and oh-so-eager enticement to his ever ready divine cock!

Without the least bit of conscience...or guilt...he wouldn't think the least about ordering a Queen to offer up her perfect (naturally!) Regal Butt up for his use and enjoyment, even if his last load was still running out of her daughter's semi-conscious body sprawled over a pillow just alongside!

And that was all he did, all night! He lost track of how many times he mounted each little fuck-baby. He had fucked both Humans into unconsciousness, making them cum so hard and so many times, they passed out.

And they had passed out with dreamy smiles on their faces and jumping, heaving bellies still cuming.

What a stud!

Effortlessly he had used the immortal Elves, over and over, without the concern for their health and safety he had shown to Hermione's and Christina's lush, comatose bods.

Also, he ultimately realized, that he could use those Elves indefinitely...without any apparent fatigue, for hours on end. He was certain that he had used them over a time halted evening of a good double digits worth of hours.

And it was they who gave out! He was still horribly erect, his balls still packed with babystuff, after the last of them, Rita to be precise, had collapsed under him in a semi-conscious, orgasm and belly stuffing penetration induced stupor.

He fucked them until they were insensible lumps of meat...

Delicious, supernaturally beautiful meat, but senseless, too.

What a stud!

And he would have continued to fuck them, conscious or not, if not an abrupt dawn didn't signal that fun-time was over!

Now he leered at Gem's big ass, just as hot as ever and remembering how hard her nipples were under that 'painted on' pull over shirt!

And he couldn't help but to want to mount Gem...right then and there! Just walk up to that thrust back ass, yank those tights down to her ankles, and climb aboard!

He just knew that Gem wouldn't cause any more fuss than her Queen and Princess had not hours before!

Especially if he wanted to use her ass!

It was all he could do not to take her...which he could do, of course, effortlessly!...right then and there! Anytime the whim struck him.

She couldn't deny him his Divine Right to mount her. In fact no Guild, or any, Elf could now resist his crass, masculine advances. Furthermore, she would enjoy, take utter delight in, the ravagement, with or without giving her permission, once his almighty organ was in her face!

"Was this what Loki was like? Walking up...preferably behind some bent over Guild Elf tending her campfire...and whipping out his holy horn and showing her why he was her GOD?" That little part of his mind that still could feel embarrassment and generate a conscience worried and whined at him. "Was he becoming Loki...too much?"

"FUCKIN' A MAN!" roared in his skull.

That sex mad Avatar again! He had made a comeback during that..."orgy"...last night. In fact...he had made his reappearance just about the time Roger had buried himself...for all facts and purposes 'balls deep'...for the first time that evening into the squealing Queen's butt.

What a perv!

Realizing how disgusting (at least on Earth!) his thoughts towards his 'teammate' were becoming, Roger took a long, deep breath, trying to purge his male wet dream visions of Gem, naked and spread eagled under him, screaming to the prairie as he sank his arm thick manhood into her yielding...

"But we have a mission to do!" he silently admonished himself, ordering the Avatar, and his pornographic imagery, to quiet down...down where he belonged in Roger's most primitive brain stem. Still fighting with his Avatar, he automatically stepped up behind the innocently bubblebutt presenting, dramatically bent over Guild Elf Commander. Coming to an abrupt halt, he had to consciously stop his hand from casually, almost habitually, dropping to goose Gem's magnificent and defenseless butt.

Even more disconcerting, he subsequently had the strangest sense of pride from successfully stopping his hand's grope...mere inches above Gem's left bum.

"You're becoming a perv!" he warned himself.

"Loki was a perv, alright!" stubbornly replied the Avatar from far, far down in his medulla.

"I am NOT Loki!"

"We will see!" the Avatar replied. "You know what Gem will want you to do? She can't assault that Drow Guard herself without starting one of those century long Drow Blood Feuds. She'll want you to...deal with the Guard!"

"I'm not going to kill anyone!" Roger indignantly replied silently.

"Of course not!" came back the Avatar with an absolutely evil chuckle. "Killing isn't what your good for...or good at...at least when it comes to metaphysical built, divinely horny little females!"

Then his memory, no doubt under the orders of that damned Avatar, began playing back the squeals and howls, the pleas and pleasure dripping "Thank You!"'s of the Elves he had mounted the evening before. Some of those strained wails of literally forced orgasmic pleasure were enough to set his nuts a-boiling!

Then Gem suddenly turned around, catching his attention, her head jerking with a start at seeing Roger right behind her, about a half of a Loki's Cock length behind her...literally upon her offered back ass!

Roger just stared at her jutting nipples. Good half inch long! And this was a warm evening...they weren't hard because of the cold!

"Because of you!" went the Avatar. "Just getting near Loki turned them on something fierce, no helping it! Now, just getting near you sets them off! Accept it! You are more Loki than your old, wimpy, PC self! Now you know what it is to be a God! But don't take my word for it. Go ahead! Whip it out! Yank those tights down! She won't stop you! Look at her! You ever seen Gem so hot, so ready...and willing...to 'worship' her God? Go ahead...she can't stop you! Go ahead! She'll thank you after she regains consciousness!"

"Not now!" Roger roared down at his primitive brain stem.

"Of course!" came the suddenly much more reasonable sounding reply. "Just thought you'd like to know, that's all!"

"M'Lord!" Gem hissed, instantly getting his attention. Those nipples! He had never seen Gem's so long and hard before! The poor thing was all worked up, just being around me!

But Gem was going on in her tense whisper, "There is one guard. You follow behind me...go along the mountain wall...I will draw her out into the open and you..."

Roger smiled and, reaching down, cupped his stuffed and bulging codpiece.

Gem's eyes unconsciously, and unable to stop herself Roger noticed, followed his hand down. He saw those eyes widen in extreme shock, or arousal, when they reached his groin.

As he shook his bulge at her, he saw Gem shudder. But she wouldn't, or couldn't, pull her vision off his jumping codpiece.

"I know what to do, Gem!" Roger replied in his recently acquired deep, penetrating voice.

Gawking helplessly, eyes fixed on Roger's bulging codpiece, Gem nodded slowly. Then, with a jerk, she looked up at him, reclaiming some of her defiant Commander's personality. "Keep that thing put away until its needed, dammit! You know it...distracts me!"

"I know!" he replied with the most wicked smirk.

Gem punched him, not playfully, on his arm, then turned and was gone, moving around the rock. But not quick enough to avoid Roger seeing the wry...horny smile on her lips she got after hitting him with all her might and finding this...Man...as solid now as a mountainside...or God!

The way her fist stung after hitting him...just as hard as she could...without any appreciably negative effect upon him...wet her pants with unwanted, but irresistible lust...

Roger followed, quickly slipping into the shadows of the mountainside while Gem walked openly some meters into the open plain. Her first few steps she used to calm her pounding heart...and throbbing loins. Then, slowly and silently she drew her sword, holding it against her right thigh to prevent it reflecting any night light.

Soon they came upon the cave-like opening to the Underdark.

As Roger halted just before the entrance, Gem boldly strode right up to its center.

Immediately he heard the Drow's high pitched challenge, "Who goes? Identify yourself or defend yourself!"

Gem just brought her sword up before her, reflecting the light from the single lamp just inside the entrance.

Roger swore he heard a high pitched growl from inside the entrance, then he saw the petite figure, almost completely black save for brilliant white hair mostly tucked under some kind of skull cap, step out to face Gem. She was nearly Gem's height. Though her 'charms' couldn't possibly match the Guild Elf's, they were attractive, nonetheless. Round, slightly smaller with a little less fat, her asscheeks were fully outlined, including an attractively deep asscrack, in the Drow's tights. Her perfectly conical (of course!) tits showed through the open middle of her battle vest, only about one bra size smaller in his expert estimation. She was armed with a long, rather wicked looking spear and a large knife at her waist.

The Drow growled again, "Guild Elf slut, eh? Just what are you doing here, mountsucker? I have no horses here for you to feed on!"

Admirably, Gem held her temper and forced a smile. "I am an emissary of our Queen Thora to your Queen Embla. You will take us to her, now!"

"Us?!" the Drow replied, suddenly looking around her. Almost immediately she spotted Roger, tall against the mountainside. Turning back to Gem, she growled, "Why you...lie...never trust a Guild Elf!" Then she attacked.

Roger jumped at the suddenness of the spear thrust, but Gem reacted as if she expected just such a reaction from the Drow and knew the attack was coming. With her sword she diverted the thrust to her right, then her left leg kicked out and the spear was flying away into the darkness.

The Drow instantly reached for her knife (Was it a libidoblade?! Roger thought.), but Gem caught the Drow's hand while still on the hilt. In a flash Gem turned the furious Drow around to face in Roger's direction, then held her in a full nelson wrestling hold.

Suddenly Roger realized that that was his que! Before he finished realizing it, he was striding forward, towards the still struggling Elves.

Without a thought about what he was going to do, he felt his prick jump and begin to swell...

Halfway to the pair, he reached down and yanked his codpiece aside...

And his nearly erect god-hose flew out in a swollen, glowing blur...

And he abruptly had two pairs of Elf eyes glowing before him! At once the Drow's struggles ended as she gawked, wide eyed and open mouthed, at his approaching Cock. He suddenly was reminded that the Drow, except for Elhoel, hadn't seen Loki's Cock in some three thousands years...

Gem's eyes, too, glowed momentarily. They had been looking in the same direction as the Drow's when Roger had let loose his Elf...er...Drow breaker. But, after just one further stride by Roger, she managed to tear her eyes away and turn her head before the hypnotic effect took firm hold.

The Drow, however, didn't...couldn't pull away. As Roger approached he saw the tell-tale dreamy smile...a bedroom smile...cross the Drow's...rather beautiful...very beautiful...ebony face as her wide open, anime eyes glowed and her gapping mouth morphed into a broad grin of utter happiness.

Then that mouth pursed and he heard, "OOOOO!" from the motionless Drow.

Roger, grinning in-spite of himself, stepped right up to the Drow. Hands on his hips, he thrust his fully erect eighteen inches of divine dong right up into the gawking Drow's face, his already drooling glans a mere three inches from her chin.

The Drow didn't even look up at his face...her glowing orbs, as wide as any anime character's, never left his gently bobbing organ.

Gem released the Drow's arms, then pulled her knife from the Drow's sheath and threw it into the darkness. Reaching around the panting, enthralled Drow, she grabbed the Drow's wrists and, without any difficulty, directed the Drow's suddenly compliant hands out to Roger's prick.

While doing so, Roger noticed that Gem was having a very difficult time keeping her eyes off of his jutting meat-pole!

The Drow, as soon as each of her hands came in contact with his throbbing meat, gripped him furiously. She moaned, unbidden, when, in response to her strong and frantic cock milking, his precum started jetting out of his cock like slightly liquid toothpaste from a huge tube. Soon she had tacky, wormlike strands running down the open middle of her vest and down her tightly clad thighs.

Looking up, Roger saw that, now, Gem's eyes were also fixed on his glory. Apparently Gem was now unable to pull her sight away from his glowing cock.

She also had, now, the same dreamy, bedroom smile on her fixated face as did the Drow!

In a test, Roger reached around the motionless, cock clutching luscious black Elf and blatantly cupped and squeezed Gem's bulging right boob! Half expecting a murderous right cross on his jaw, he was literally astounded when the Guild Elf Commander did nothing!

Nothing, that is, save press her ruby red lips together and sigh!

Then, unable to leave well enough alone, he caught her half inch long, pebble hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinched down!

And the Elf gave out with the sharpest, highest pitched "OH!" he had ever heard! Then Gem's body jerked, quite noticeably, before he could pull his hand back to the relative safety of his side of the Drow!

Gem's eyes didn't as much as flicker away from his glowing God Cock!

"Damn!" he thought. "Don't tell me that even the Great Gem was finally hooked on my schlong!?"

"No!" came the response from far down in his obsessive, disgusting, always horny sex centers in his midbrain and medulla. Again the Avatar spoke, "She hasn't changed...at all! Its you who have changed, my friend! The power of the Brisingamen has almost been entirely transferred to you by now! And Gem...no Elf, Guild or not, hating you or no, terrified or calm, can resist the power of Loki's Lust...the aura that they now see around you when you release your Holy Prick! All you need is get close to them, even with your Cock in your pants, and they'll get horny...Loki made them that way! Gem is helpless around you...no matter what you do, no matter how angry she gets, she cannot deny you her body...and her lust. Just like with Loki.

"I have a confession to make, my friend! I didn't tell you, but the Brisingamen was designed to release Loki's power, and personality, as you...'made love' to His closest and most favorite Elves...those Guild Elves! Each time one of them wrapped those mount gripping legs around you, and screamed into your ear and willingly, happily drove you into Elf belly filling orgasm, some more of the Brisingamen that was in your chest dissolved. And the stuff blended into your substance. By now it is nearly all gone into you.

"Call it the nervous system, or soul, or whatever, but every-time you unloaded into one of those Guild fuckbabies, more of Loki flowed into you. After porking Thora and Rita and their Ladies in Waiting last night, YOU are damn near indistinguishable from Loki...at least to an Elf facing your unleashed prick! Your powers are just about as potent as Loki's ever were...to them! Certainly your potency atop an Elf or Mage equals Loki's! I never saw Him fuck a bunch of Elves any better than you did last night! And, I'd like to say in all sincerity and honesty, you've gotten about as horny as Loki ever was!

"I'm proud of you!"

Looking back at the Drow's dreamily smiling face, Roger saw the Drow run her maroon tongue over her near blood red lips...real hungrily. He swore he saw drool running down her anthric chin!

Lust now flared in him, too. "Do you want it?" Roger said, his voice suddenly deep and consummately compelling, making the Drow shudder in its power.

He couldn't help but grin as, simultaneous with the Drow, the Guild Elf Commander behind her also shuddered. Neither Elf took their vision off of his jutting organ.

Then he saw first the Drow, then Gem, slowly but deliberately nod their heads.

Looking at Gem nodding, eyes fixed on his divine elfbreaker, Roger exalted, "Finally! The Mighty Gem has fallen!"

"I want you to accept Me into you! Accept Me into your body!" Roger added, leering down at the Drow. "I want you!"

Again, simultaneously, the Drow and Gem hissed. Both Elves were gawking, unblinking with eyes the size of saucers, at his Drow clutched Cock.

"Service me, and you can take me to your Queen!" Roger said. The Drow nodded again, more quickly and quite eagerly.

"How can you service me if you are clothed?" Roger was beginning to enjoy this macho domination stuff!

As one, immediately and at the same time, the Drow and Gem pulled their vest/shirts off over their heads, making their tits bob tight and fast for their God's benefit. Both Elves suddenly looked like their chestfruit had grown at least another bra size.

Maybe it was an optical illusion?

Or Loki's design to increase His pleasure with His Elves!

Didn't matter. Roger was most appreciative regardless of the cause!

Roger then growled at the mesmerized, panting Drow, "Strip the tights off!"

Again, both delicious females just nodded, then Gem stepped up alongside the Drow. As one, without instruction, they turned around to face away from him, simultaneously bent over, then yanked their tights to their ankles. Then they stayed bent over, their round, smooth, and not at all skinny butts presented...offered back at him.

His cock jerked at the sight, a feet long nightcrawler hung and swayed out from the slit at the tip, as Roger gawked at both the Drow's and Gem's...oh yea, PERFECT!...deep cleft asses thrust back at him!

These two did everything he asked of them! Even that ball-breaker Gem! Maybe he was a God?!

Hey! Being a God ain't so bad! Damn! He suddenly wished he had been one when he had gone to High School!

Roger took a long minute to run his coarse, all too lecherous and, in Gem's case, degrading Male hands over those magnificent pairs of white/black backside meatloaves. As he took his liberties, even goosing Gem's famous bottomless asscrack (the little darling even gave out with the sweetest little virginal squeak!), both Elves quivered and sighed delightful and approving pleasure as their gluteus maximii jumped and flexed under his crass fingers.

Was this place great or what?!

"Yea, it is!" came the Avatar. "Hate to be a buzz kill, but we do have a mission to finish! Let's pork these two and get to Embla! Don't forget to save some spunk for her, too!"

Roger absentmindedly nodded to no one. "We don't have much time, Ladies!" Roger husked, spanking playfully both pairs of buns, watching how they tightly jiggled with each loud slap. Damn but these Elves had great asses! "Let's do it against the mountain!"

At once they rose, kicking off their tights, then turning to face him. Immediately the Drow refilled her hands with divine dong.

After a short count, Gem spasmically did too. The Guild Elf chewed on her lower lip when she quickly realized that there was room for another two pair of Elven hands!

"I need to fuck you, Drow! In exchange, you will guide me to your Queen!"

"Both of us, M'Lord?" suddenly came from a cock milking Gem. She couldn't seem to take her eyes off of his meat, and she had strands of his precum running down the shiny black thighs of the Drow standing immediately before him.

"'Both of us' what?" Roger replied with a grin.

"Fuck me, too!" Gem gasped back to Roger's cock, her eyes pleading as he had never seen Gem do before.

Roger could see, now, how wet the insides of Gem's thighs were.

He smiled. He was a God! "Of course!" he replied. "Against the mountainside you two!"

Within a minute both naked Elves were facing the mountainside, hands against it, legs parted in wide, inverted "V's", bulbous asses present back at their God in horny anticipation.

Roger stepped up behind the Drow and reaching around her, he ran his hands up and down her chest, eventually filling his hands with those handfuls of anthric tit. His cockhead was pressed up between her rock hard buttocks, his precum oozing down into her swamped twat, adding to her heat and need.

"Will you take us to Embla...after I fuck you?" he whispered into the Drow's ear.

Immediately she nodded, real fast and urgently. With a ball tingling whine which he had previously thought Drow couldn't, or wouldn't give out, the Drow shot back in utmost desperation, "Please, Please Master! Don't tease me! It's been soooo loong! I need you so! I'll do anything you ask...just...use me!"

"So be it!" Roger replied with overdone dialog worthy of de Mille, then he thrust.

The Drow only gave out with a single chirp as he forced her tight opening with his outrageously oversized glans, then slid, irresistibly, nearly the entire length of his organ into the Drow's tight, wet, black belly. As he started a powerful fuck into her, the Drow, whose belly now resembled a pregnant Elhoel, moaned pitifully in overwhelming pleasure and meekly dropped her head between her mountainside gripping arms. She projected her stuffed hips back further into her God's fuck.

Roger watched as her black right fist began pounding silently against the immovable mountainside in time with his deep, hard, belly swelling, treason-inducing thrusts.

After a minute of rhythmic thrusting, impulsively Roger reached over and groped Gem's even fatter but only slightly softer ass. She, too, was up against the mountainside, her own bubblebutt thrust back. She was still staring at her God's Cock as it slid, dripping wet and iron bar hard, into and out of Drow twat. Her eyes glowed like embers of red hot sexual need.

"You're next, okay?" Roger more asked than demanded, still not absolutely convinced that Gem was completely compliant...totally in his power. He half expected her to explode in righteous feminine Guild Elf indignant fury with his next Drow humiliating thrust.

But Gem merely and immediately nodded. "Anything...anyway you want of me, M'Lord! I can deny you nothing! Just use me before I go mad with need for your wondrous Cock!"

Roger smiled, then, hugging the whimpering Drow closer to him, he began really giving it to her...

Was this place great or what?!

Gem glared across the four foot wide table covered with maps and documents at an equally glaring Queen Embla. On each side of the Guild Elf stood, at a safe distance, one of Embla's "inner circle" of Drow advisors, each obviously well trained for combat as well as armed with a eerily blue libidocrystal blade.

Gem wished she hadn't left her sword outside the conference room with Roger. She had no desire to be enslaved again to the libidocrystal. It was bad enough to be enslaved to Roger's Cock! But the Drow would never had let a Guild Elf, and especially her, get this close to their Queen while armed.

The Drow who had guided them to Embla's private conference room had returned, more like staggered, back to her post. She had a distinct bowleggedness to her gait.

Gem understood. She feared that she had walked boldly into Embla's presence with a similar bowlegged gait, too!

She really wished she hadn't left her sword outside!

"You must be mad, Elf!" Embla roared like an enraged titmouse. She was dressed only in a very nearly transparent sleeping gown, left carelessly open down the middle, and her firm hourglass figure, without a bit of excess fat, was shamelessly available to all eyes present. This applied especially to her nipples, which shown vividly through the gown, pointed half-dollar sized brightly maroon circles floating on tightly jiggling pointed hills of ebony flesh. "What makes you think I want a child?"

Gem rolled her eyes at the prideful stubbornness of the Queen. "Oh, PLEASE!" she replied with her best spoiled little teenaged brat voice. "Elhoel is pregnant, isn't she? Her Clan has gained great coup because of it. You are worried that she will deliver the next Drow Princess...and your replacement if, or rather when, you are subsequently assassinated! Isn't that how the Drow work?"

Embla stared at the bravely glaring Guild Elf for a long, pregnant moment. Then she nodded, dropping her gaze to the table she rested her hands upon. "I...I cannot maintain this farce any longer."

The two Drow standing on each side of Gem, threatening the Guild Elf Commander with glowing blue libidoblades, abruptly jerked their heads in utter shock towards their despairing Queen.

Looking gravely back at the two wide eyed Drow, Embla nodded in resignation. "Yes, this has gone on too long, my friends! The Guild Elf slut is right! Elhoel's Clan is gaining influence...power in the ClansRatt. If I do not produce a Princess by the time Elhoel does...I...I...it shows...it proves that am no longer worthy to rule!"

The two Drow both looked to the floor in humiliation of their own failure to help their Queen, then a moment later nodded in turn. When they simultaneously raised their heads up, they turned on Gem with literally murderous expressions on their otherwise sharply featured and supernaturally stunning faces!

"Wait!" the Guild Elf shot back, suddenly alarmed. Damn, why did she leave her sword outside! "There is a solution! I have brought your Queen's salvation!"

Now Elhoel's head popped up. "What? What can possibly save me now?"

"I have the...Male who impregnated Elhoel." Gem replied, jerking her head back over her right shoulder in the direction of the double doors leading out of the room...out towards Lord Roger.

Embla winced in distaste. "What?! You have Impaler...here? What makes you think I would permit myself to be mounted by Him like some Guild Elf Slut enjoying her vile servitude under a horse?"

Lips compressed in trying not to show her anger at the Drow Queen's degrading remark, Gem shook her head. "No! Impaler didn't impregnate Elhoel. That was invented to distract you from us as we escaped the Underdark. Outside I have M'Lord Roger, who has incorporated the Brisingamen into himself and thus not only possesses Loki's Cock, but his virility! He was who impregnated Elhoel! I know for...I...I watched...him...do...her" The Elf's voice trailed off at the end in embarrassment.

"He did that?" Embla gasped. Then she thought a moment. "Impossible! He has just arrived here in Lokin! How could he acquire Lord Loki's...virility in such a short period! I...let Desiree degrade and ravish me...before my troops...she has been in Lokin since very near the beginning...yet she failed to make me heavy with child..."

Gem imprudently interrupted the Queen, "Because she had Loki's Cock, and his balls, but she had been created a female. I have spoken with Mages well versed on this subject, including the Mage who brought M'Lord Roger here, and I am convinced that it must be something...someone born and raised as a Male in order to impregnate Elves here! Just like Lord Loki, M'Lord Roger has always been a Male...always with testes. Desiree grafted Lord Loki's balls onto her very female body. So, while I can assure you that Desiree's Cock...as you well know, My Lady, works...very well, the testicles hanging down from it do not! The sperm those testes produce might be copious and...flavorful...er..." Gem blushed as the distinctly non-oral Drow around her softly chuckled and arrogantly smirked. She hurried on, "... but they are not fertile. Something to do with X and Y chromosomes."

Uncomfortably, Gem looked from Embla to her libidoblade presenting guard Drow, then back to Embla. "I am convinced that only M'Lord Roger can impregnate you, or any Elf, here in Lokin! After all, didn't Princess Rita just have a Princess of her own? And Impaler was nowhere near Alfheim...but M'lord Roger was!"

Embla stared solemnly at the Guild Elf for a long, quiet moment, then nodded slowly to her Drow, who stepped back.

Gem immediately recognized that a line had been crossed in the negotiations.

Embla nodded now to Gem, "'Tis true! Rita has had a child! I have heard!" She looked carefully back to Gem, "A beautiful child...My Congratulations to your Princess!"

Gem nodded with a little smile in thanks to the Queen.

Embla then looked carefully at Gem, one eye closed. "So, what do you propose, Guild Elf?" She pointedly left out the "never trust!"

Gem inhaled through her nose. "I...and M'lord Roger...want at Desiree. She has committed great crimes against the Guild...so far, I admit, with impunity. That cannot stand! But we have received intelligence that makes us fear that she plans to escape us...escape us by fleeing back to Earth...especially since we eventually defeated her army of Loki-Kai after she had betrayed the Dark Lords, leaving her with no dependable defense here in Lokin." Then the Guild Elf Commander visibly shuddered with sudden, near out of control emotion. "Furthermore, she has Flare..." Gem's voice faltered, her emotionally constricted throat cutting off any further words.

A little smile crossed Embla's face and the beautiful black faced Queen nodded slowly in understanding...and true sympathy.

After swallowing, noisily, Gem managed to go on, "...and I want Flare back! Because we expect the Dark Lords to invade Lokin through Alfheim at any time, I cannot lead a Guild Elf army away from Guild Lands and against Desiree's Castle. And an army is necessary to take her castle and defeat her Orcs. Therefore, I need an army, another army, a good army, to batter down Desiree's walls and kill her Orcs."

Embla's smile broadened considerably. "So, now you need the Drow..." she replied with embroidered pride. She looked at her two Drow companions covering Gem. They were grinning pridefully, too. "Whenever you Guild horsesuckers are in need of an army...a real army... you always come to the Drow. Wise of you and for good reason! We who are afraid of nothing...of no one!...not Dark Lords or Black Mages or..." she hesitated, her eyes abruptly glowing red. "...traitorous Aesirs like Desiree!" she ended the last word with a growl that made Embla's stance towards the Dark Lord Agent crystal clear.

After a moment of near silent growling, Embla looked back at Gem. "I want Desiree too! I owe her for what she did to me...took me...used me...fucked me...right before my troops!...Oh! I want Desiree! I want to cut those worthless balls right off her! I want to shove that...that...MALE organ of hers right...down...her...throat!"

It took the Drow Queen another full minute of deep, calming breathing before she could go on. "What do you propose, Guild Elf?"

Gem threw her shoulders back, rising to her full height. "A truce, and alliance. A...temporary one...I will lead a Drow force against Desiree's castle...and I will not come back until I get my...get Flare back and inflict a suitable punishment and revenge upon Desiree!"

A smiling Embla nodded to Gem's last statement. "And what do the Drow get in return?"

Now Gem smiled, "You will be impregnated with your princess, with Loki as the father, this very night..."

"What?" gasped Embla, eyes widening. "How?"

"M'Lord Roger is outside. He is the new Loki! He is willing and prepared..." And Gem hesitated and winced as she unconsciously contracted her perineal muscles to flex close the sore and stretched opening to her vagina. A vaginal opening sore from the massive stretching that M'lord Roger's manhood gave her just outside of the Underdark when he also possessed the Drow guard. "...as well as quite capable of impregnating you, tonight, upon your pledge to supply us a suitable force of Drow to take Desiree's castle."

Again looking at the two grinning Drow on each side of the Guild Elf Commander, Embla looked back at Gem and nodded briskly, once. "You have my pledge! If I am impregnated tonight, you will have your army, with all the siege equipment we have, tomorrow!"

Roger was leaning against the hewn rock wall just outside of Queen Embla's conference room, arms across his chest, bored silly. The Drow guard he had earlier, who wasn't half bad at enthusiastically accommodating him, both physically and 'entertainment'-wise, was back at her post and Roger had just been thinking how nice it would be if another one of those tight assed, sleek black bodied Drow would just stroll by so he could find out if whipping out his 'persuader' on just any passing Drow was as effective as it was with a Guild Elf!

"Maybe I should walk around a little here myself? Maybe find a lonely Drow and 'entertain' her a bit?" he had just told himself when the double doors leading to the conference room opened and Gem's blond head peered out.

"It is done!" she simply said while motioning him towards her.

As they walked down the long hallway leading to the conference room, Gem explained the agreement she had hammered out with the Drow. And as she got farther into the agreement, to what Roger's responsibility would be...to satisfy Embla's need for impregnation...his hose progressively grew farther down the left leg of his pants.

He recalled the last Drow he had porked...and left pregnant! Especially now, he recalled the experience with genuine satisfaction.

It was something he, in the guise of the new Loki, he was well...designed...to perform!

For once he felt...confident...about meeting (meating?) a Queen!

"Now, M'Lord, do not complicate things. My negotiations have resulted in an agreement that is both intricate and fragile! Please, just go along with what Queen Embla asks of you! And, by all means, do not humiliate her! Drow are very prideful creatures, and especially their Leaders! Always remember that, to a Drow, to lose the Voice of Command is a death sentence! That is why she needs a princess from her own loins, for you have given one to her main competitor and to lose in providing the next Drow Queen will mean her life!

"Please, just do what she requests...or demands for Drow can be haughty...and then we will be marching on Desiree tomorrow!"

Then she stopped them just short of the doors leading into the conference room. Looking down at his...impressive display of masculine equipment bulging before him, she abruptly hoped he was still thinking with his head. "Also, Drow are not as...sophisticated as the Guild in these matters. They are not practitioners of the oral arts. They do not use, or need, mounts where they live, in the Underdark. Do not think that you can force Drow into orally servicing you as you can, and have done, with some of the Guild!"

"Some?" Roger instantly replied with a smirk.

Frowning furiously, Gem punched him, not at all gently, on the arm. "Just don't think Embla has the same...tastes as Flare! Understood? Just let her tell you what she wants! Clear?"

Rubbing his upper arm, a no longer smirking Roger just nodded.

Yet, as they entered into the Queen's presence, Gem couldn't help but notice how his codpiece remained obviously and obscenely swollen.

The Drow Queen hadn't bothered to even close her diaphanous gown, her charms from her nipples inward clearly visible...and available to a now grinning and leering Roger.

Roger's codpiece unconsciously jumped blatantly and obviously, nearly rending his tights. As he approached the table behind which Embla stood, showing off her firm, smooth, shiny anthric charms, he noticed how the Drow Queen nevertheless gawked at his overboard masculine display without making any attempt at disguising it.

"Hmmm! Yes!" Embla mumbled, her eyes suddenly locked and spread wide on Roger's jumping codpiece as the two stepped up to the table.

Finally the Queen managed to pull her eyes up. She looked at the two Drow still standing at each end of the table, their libidoblades in hand. "Take the Guild Elf Gem to her room...make sure she is...comfortable and is also properly...entertained tonight! I wish to be alone this evening...that is, alone with..." she suddenly looked up into Roger's face, a most peculiar sweet little smile, for a Drow, on her face, "...with Lord Roger!"

With twin nods, the two Drow each seized one of Gem's arms. Before Gem could protest, and without much subtlety, the two Drow waved their libidoblades before her face to insure her silence. Nonetheless, Gem was seriously frowning as they half guided and half dragged her out.

"Never trust a Drow!" roared through her head as they directed her down another passage of the Underdark and through a door in the side of another rock hewn building. Even though her fury...and fear...built as they walked, she told herself to not resist. Her past experience with libidocrystal intoxication following fighting the Drow was quite sufficient to prevent her from resisting these Drow. She was quite confident in her conviction that most of the things in the Underdark that she would/could have to suffer through at the hands of these Drow were preferable to dealing with Drow poisons!

The new chamber consisted of a single large room, some forty feet on a side with a ten foot high ceiling, all of course hewn from solid iron-rich rock. A pair of glow globes each set in a wall provided adequate, though not generous, lighting. Yet another set of double doors set in the opposite wall was the only other way out, apparently.

At once Gem heard noises from behind the second set of doors...wild, high pitched squeals and screeches...

They briefly but vividly sent chills up her spine.

Whatever was behind those doors SHE wanted none of!

And in the exact center of the room stood a table...a well padded table wide enough to hold one person with enough room on the sides for the various apparatus she saw attached to it.

It looked like an examination table...

Or a typical Drow torture rack!

It was the only furniture in the room.

Suddenly panic stiffened Gem's lush, powerful body...

"Never trust the Drow!" echoed in her head.

The two Drow each seized her upper arms again and, firstly, tried directing her towards the table. But when she held her ground, they simply started dragging her towards it. A couple of feet across the rock floor, with Gem preparing to kick some beautiful black face in, the Drow, as if reading her mind, abruptly brought those libidocrystal blades waving before her grim, tight lipped face again.

"Our orders are to make sure you are well...entertained this night, Elf!" came the unsmiling Drow on her right. "We have...arranged...an evening of entertainment we think is appropriate for a Guild Elf Slut such as yourself! Do not force us to...'persuade' you with our poison crafts! You will remember more of the pleasures you will experience tonight if we do not have to poison you!"

Clearly frightened and wide eyes fixed on the shiny blue, ice-like blade waving inches before her nose, Gem abruptly relaxed, no longer resisting. Almost meekly, she stepped up alongside the...intimidating table.

Both Drow were now smiling...more like smirking...as they looked up and down Gem's magnificent figure. She was still frowning mightily, but she made no other moves to interfere with the Drow's handling of her.

"Now strip!" barked the Drow on the other side of her.

Gem jumped at the needlessly loud cry, then turned to gawk at her, consciously trying to maintain her furious facial features. Most importantly, she made sure her lower jaw didn't drop in shock!

She had never been naked before a Drow before! She wasn't sure she wanted to be, considering all of the rumors and stories she had been told about them...their 'special' form of Lesbianism...their religion based celebrations revolving around forced lesbian trysts with captives...about their unnatural perversions with females who had the misfortune to fall into their hands...their degrading and...painful, addiction-forming pleasurably painful, sexual practices with other Elves!

How they can keep their slaves without constant guarding!

"When they get through with you, you never want to leave your Drow Mistress..." she had been told more than once by freed Drow slaves.

"Strip Guild Elf Slut, or we have ways to persuade you to obey our righteous commands!" the grinning Drow repeated, waving her libidoblade at Gem to finish her statement.

"She's enjoying this!" Gem needlessly told herself. "The Bitch is enjoying threatening me! Perverted Bitch!"

Then, into her other ear, softly and much less threatening, the other Drow husked, "It will go more...pleasantly for you, Lady Gem, if you go along with us! Your beauty is myth with us! Give us the pleasure of seeing your charms...and we will give you pleasures...pleasures that the Guild can well appreciate...that will make this evening a memory, to a Guild Elf Sl...er...Commander, unforgettable for an Eon!"

Gem looked at the two Drow on each side of her, first at the one behind her, the good cop, then the one before her, the bad cop. It was obvious what they were up to!

Then she looked at the libidoblade the smirking Black Elf before her was waving, and the Guild Elf gave out a resigned sigh.

Resistance would be futile, Gem realized. No matter how skilled she was, one of those blades would cut her...dooming her to a night, a lifetime, of horrid, humiliating sexual slavery to these evil, monstrous lesbians!

Without a word, she pulled her sleeveless, skin-tight t-shirt off over her head.

She felt her face flush as the two dark skinned lesbians openly leered at her magnificently jutting, even for a Guild Elf, tightly bouncing boobs.

The Drow on her right hummed and nodded her head appreciably. Into Gem's ear she whispered, "Very nice! The Drow certainly don't have tits like those! I would like very much to spend an evening nursing on them!"

Gem closed her eyes in mortification as she felt her nipples abruptly peak, pebble hard, in response to the Drow's...intimate, arousing words.

"Damn my traitorous body!" she screamed at herself.

The other Drow nodded to the first Drow. Gem noticed how her smirk had vanished. "I can't say for the skin tone...much too sickly pale for my tastes...but I have to agree with you...that is one fine rack the Guild Elf has!"

She literally licked her lips!

Gem frowned as she stood, topless, before the two Drow who were ogling her in an even more distasteful and dishonorable manner than Lord Roger ever did! They are talking like she was just some piece of sex meat! As if I were a cow or something and they were bulls...

Like I was a Drow Slave already...

Damn these Drow!

Why did she leave her sword outside!

Snorting through flared nostrils, Gem started, "Look, Drow! I am not..."

"You are to be naked, Elf!" interrupted the Drow on her left. "That means your tights, too! Get them off, now!" Her blue blade waved around before Gem's face carelessly.

Blushing furiously while frowning just as much, Gem yanked her tights down and kicked them away. Now, save for her buckskin boots, she was gloriously naked.

"Damn but these Guild Elf horsesuckers have big asses!" again came from her left.

"What you get spending your days riding upon your dinner!" meanly laughed the other.

Gem continued to helplessly, futilely frown, as well as further blush, her rosy hue now spreading far below her conical babyfeeders nearly to her deep, dark navel. Before she had desperately tried to keep her blazing pink nipples from hardening before these beasts, as if she could control her nearly out of control body by will alone.

Now she fought with herself to prevent...to stop her clit from swelling and sticking out from between her tight, pink labia! To her horror, and abject humiliation, her pussy was moistening, her little clit was swelling, as if she relished such helpless exposure, such degradation! She could feel her button, with each evil, dishonoring smirk from those Drow, swelling relentlessly until it was a good half inch long.

And visible to all!

Throbbing before those chuckling ebony beasts!

Arms rigid at her sides, fists clenched boulder hard, she could only despair at herself: "Oh why did Loki give Guild Elves such deceitful, perverse bodies!"

She knew why...so he could have an easier time using those perfect bodies!

Then why did she leave her sword outside!

Abruptly the squealing screams from the other side of the closed double doors jumped in volume and emotion. It made Gem gasp and turn towards the doors while the Drow just grinned all the more.

"What is happening in there!" Gem unconsciously half gasped, half yelled.

"You'll find out!" the Drow on her left mumbled. She had the most despicable smug smile on her face!

"It's your 'entertainment'!" came from her right. Gem didn't need to turn, she could hear the smugness in the other Drow's voice, "Just getting warmed up for you!"

Gem shuddered at what her imagination told her could be behind those doors.

The Drow on her left started for those doors. Gem wanted to cry out to her not to open them!

Then, with the Drow halfway across the room, Gem suddenly felt a nick, an almost painless little cut, hardly breaking the skin, on the back of her right shoulder.

With blurry reflexes she turned around to see the other Drow withdrawing her libidoblade. It didn't even have blood on it.

Reaching over her shoulder, Gem could hardly detect any blood around the wound. But it was there. The cut just burned, slightly, when she touched it. Had to be less than a centimeter in length and barely through the epidermis...

But she had been cut...

By a libidoblade...

Silently the Guild Elf's look of shock...and realization that her 'trusting' in a Drow had, again, been betrayed, brought a shrug from the offending Drow.

With a weak smile the Drow shrugged, then said not unkindly, "It's for your own good! It's not a bad cut...only a little bit...it will wear off by tomorrow...but you will be one little horny Elf tonight! It will just insure that you...enjoy...enjoy greatly...what we have in store for you tonight!"

Gem ground her teeth together...there was no further reason to restrain herself with these Drow now! "Let's kick some black face in!" she thought, expertly judging the distance and angle of kick necessary to crush the pointed nose of the Drow facing her.

"Do it now, before the libidocrystal takes over!" she told herself.

Instantly she replied to herself, "It will not take me over! Its not as if I've never been cut by a libidocrystal before! I know what will happen! And the Drow is right, it isn't a deep cut. I've had worse! I'll control myself! They will not see me beg for relief!"

Then she heard the other Drow opening the heavy double doors behind her.

The Drow pulled open the right hand door first and, as soon as it was open more than a foot, a blur flashed through the opening. Unrecognizable in its swiftness, Gem could recognize only that it was about half as tall as a Drow, and it obviously had wings...wings which were now frantically buzzing like a bumblebee.

It flew so fast through the door opening that it appeared only as a blur to her.

From through the doorway it streaked, straight as an arrow, to bounce off the opposite wall with only a high pitched squeak. With no hesitation after the violent collision, the object immediately buzzed back across the room at an upward 45 degree angle to rebound off the rock ceiling this time, again with another squeak of surprise. From off the ceiling it flashed towards the open double doors from whence it had come only, as if it suddenly recognized where it was going, to stop halfway to them and, with remarkable aerial dexterity, literally turn on a dime in mid-air and flash back towards an abruptly startled Gem.

The blurry thing stopped, instantly, some three feet from Gem's nose. The wave of air from the reversal of its wing beat, stopping it, blew Gem's curly (naturally!) blond hair back.

Finally hovering still before her, some two feet off the floor, Gem instantly recognized the figure, "Moonbeam!"

The lush Fairy's eyes widened almost at once, and the most relieved smile crossed her diminutive but delicious features. With an ear ringing squeal, she cried, "Gem! Lady Gem! It is you! Squeal!"

Gem, in turn remembering their adventures together, couldn't hold back her own grin.

Moonbeam instantly started..."Oh, Lady Gem! It is so good to see you! I have been hiding from Desiree...Mistress Desiree...for she has a vendetta on my entire clan over what I did at the battle...and the Drow have been so kind to me...let me stay with Tonhauler...he is soooo nice to me! Especially in bed...he's been told he is to entertain a Guild Elf tonight...a very special guest that he is supposed to fuck stupid tonight...and I'm supposed to help him for I...know...all about Guild Elves since I served with you and all...and he's so eager!...ever since Flare...your Flare, you know...blew him...sucked him off some time ago...he's been so eager to meet...to fuck...another Guild Elf and get blown by one...you know that the Drow don't suck cock...and now the Queen has told him...personally!...to fuck the Guild Elf visitor tonight!"

Abruptly the frantic Fairy looked quickly around the room. "The Guild Elf? Where...I don't see her...Tonhauler is so eager to fuck her...to cum down her throat and out her ears..." Then, as if noticing Gem for the first time, Moonbeam's eyes settled on Gem's.

And those eyes widened into white saucers!

"You're the only Guild Elf here..." Then shock registered on the Fairy's face, and her gossamer wings sped up their buzzing, and she floated back a couple of feet with her palms against her cheeks. "OH! My Lady Gem! YOU are the Guild Elf!"

Gem heard the traitorous Drow behind her chuckle meanly. But no fury exploded in the Guild Elf Commander.

Not even regular anger!

For now beads of sweat were forming on her forehead, and her heart was pounding, and her bright pink nipples were aching in their pebbly hardness.

That OL' feeling was back!

And she swore she could SMELL the Male musk coming from the partially open doors to the other room!

And all that did was excite her! Her mouth abruptly was filled with saliva! She was literally drooling over that smell!

Libidocrystal intoxication!

Then 'something' was standing in the doorway...'something' filling the doorway! It flung open the doors, sending the Drow standing behind the right hand door flying across the room, shrieking. The poor Drow smashed into the rock wall at the far end of the room, then rebounded off to land, flat on her face, upon the equally hard rock floor. All she gave out was a loud "OOF!"

Afterwards she didn't move.

As Gem's eyes left the still Drow on the floor to refocus upon the wide open, but filled, doorway, the Fairy looked over her own shoulder, then softly and needlessly gasped, "Tonhauler!"

Gem gasped in raw, all too feminine, passion at the sight of the Dwarfminer filling the doorway. Instantly mesmerized, all Gem could think at that moment was: MUSCLE!

The consummately, obvious, completely MALE figure fully filling the doorway stole the libidostone intoxicated Gem's breath away! As wide as it was tall, and easily a foot taller than the gawking Gem, the figure exuded pure masculine power, odor, essence in its superhuman, supernatural musculature. Muscles upon muscles, Gem, no female, had ever seen a more muscle-bound, more powerful, more...MALE animal in her life. And the libidostone essence now certainly coursing through her veins turned the Guild Elf Commander into a quivering, sex overdosed, little...pussy, quivering and wide eyed like a virginal cheerleader stealing her first look into the shower of the breathtakingly naked football team after the big game.

And there was no desire at all in the Guild Elf Commander to...attack this Male!

The oiled beast, his outrageous chest and shoulders so shiny with natural oils as to drive any...aroused...female into distraction if not terminal lust, was hairless save his loins and a patch of dark, thick hair running straight up the centerline of his rippled and rock solid abdomen to just past his navel.

At the doorway he didn't look around the room as the Fairy had. He acted as if he didn't need to know what hazards may be lurking in the corners. That he was immune to mere mortal threats in this, HIS underground world.

To Gem, at that moment, that seemed a personally reasonable attitude for him to take!

Immediately his close set eyes fixed on Gem's sweaty, openly panting face.

She caught herself staring, fixed, back at him like a newlywed facing her husband on Honeymoon night.

The beast abruptly broke out in a big, wide confident grin and he strode into the room with a thump.

With an unconscious hiss from the fierce lust surging through her, Gem's eyes dropped to his inhumanly massive and powerful thighs as he confidently, without the least hesitancy came on to her. Gawking at those shiny oiled, massive and perfectly defined muscles, she felt her naked belly heave with her hiss as those magnificent thigh muscles worked together in perfect unity...

"Those muscles were so fucking big!" She helplessly screamed at herself.

Then his gaze which had been fixed on Gem's eyes moved...down her shuddering, panting form...

And Gem instantly realized that it wasn't only her belly that was naked!

With the reflexes of a housewife caught in the shower by a peeping tom, as well as completely futilely, she sent her right forearm across the pointed, and rock hard, tips of her 'Hershey Kiss' full, far jutting Guild Elf tits while her spread left hand tried to cover her glistening loins and cameltoe...

The beast just grinned even more broadly. And kept coming!

Gem blushed again when she realized how she must be acting to those Drow! She must have looked incredibly foolish, trying to cover her lush charms with her arms and hands! Like a little Human!

Still, with the all too MALE grin on the advancing brute, the Guild Elf Commander couldn't seem to be able to pull her arms down...

Tonhauler took a long, wicked, humiliating moment to wander his leering gaze all over Gem's delicious 'charms'.

Gem could only just blush furiously...at first.

Then sharp anger broke briefly through the encompassing lust and 'horniness' that the libidocrystal intoxication created. She locked on that anger...for her very salvation she concentrated on that anger. Anger at the degrading attitude and behavior of this MALE advancing on her with no honorable intentions whatsoever!

In the meantime the other Drow managed to get the first Drow to her feet. Then, with only another crude, demeaning, but accurate chuckle, they left through the same doors that they, with Gem, had entered.

Leaving Tonhauler with 'his' Guild Elf...to 'entertain'!

"Probably going to peek in from some hidden viewing hole!" Gem thought as they left, both sporting shit eating grins.

Gem, by then, had worked herself into a nice state of panic-generated rage. She was breathing hard, still, only now through flared nostrils, her fists were still rigid at her sides, but her mind was calculating attack angles and trajectories once again...only now how to reach this Male's nose with her boot!

But she was also catching her eyes regularly dropping to the already huge and still rising tent in Tonhauler's loincloth. A huge, jumping tent!

She tried to ignore the constant repeating questions popping into her mind as she gawked at the Dwarfminer's display: "Just how...big...was this Tonhauler?"

"Could he even get it into me?"

"Could I get it into my mouth?"

"Would it feel like Lord Roger?"

"Would...it...taste like Lord Roger?"

"That good?"

Almost in-front of her, Tonhauler finally noticed her own crotch wandering eyes. With his own chuckle, he reached for the wide belt that held his only clothing on around his hips.

Suddenly Gem couldn't control her eyes. She hated herself almost as much as she had developed a hatred for Tonhauler, but she just couldn't take her eyes off of his hands...not as long as they were opening his belt buckle!

Moonbeam, hovering alongside the Guild Elf by now, cooed her own sweet, soft song of approaching revelation, "MMMM! He's soooo big, Lady Gem! You will love him! He's has to be as big as your horse! AAAAH!"

The belt opened and the kilt dropped.

And Moonbeam squealed a long, melodic "OOOOOO!"

And Gem grunted at what flipped up seemingly into her face! While it didn't glow, it was well within the same 'ballpark' as Sir Roger's towering organ. And it was definitely bigger than her mount's! Only while Roger's Divine Organ was more oval in cross-section, this was slab shaped: Slab sided, wickedly wide and slab sided.

"It was made to stretch a girl!" Gem told herself.

"OOOOO!" went Moonbeam, gliding closer to the wide eyed and again sweating Gem. She whispered into Gem's ear in a conspiratorial, 'talk between girls about men' voice, "Look at how thick it is! Roger may be longer, and he does taste better...but Tonhauler can really stretch a girl where it counts!"

Numbly, anger hopefully temporarily forgotten, a stunned Gem nodded, not taking her eyes off that arm long and leg thick prick jutting potently out from Tonhauler's hairy loins. Even his ballsac, hanging a good foot down between his legs, his softball dimensioned nuts almost even with his knees, was furry.

And Gem estimated that Tonhauler's eggs was at least as big as Roger's!

But that fist sized...and smelly! (Doesn't Dwarfminers take baths?!) cockhead inches off her nose was starting to drool. And Gem's libidocrystal dry throat was beginning to fill with saliva in response to that musky odor...

"Get a grip, Girl!" Gem howled at herself, feeling the hate slip away, lost to her passive need for...

She didn't want to think about it!

He finally pulled his eyes up from leering at her big tits and bald twat. "You want to be my Elf tonight?" he simply asked in his booming, deep, simple masculine voice.

That voice sent her uterus quivering!

"Queen Embla told me that I can have an Elf, a Guild Elf, as my very own tonight! She wanted me to...now how did she say it? Oh, I am to 'fuck the horse-sucking Bitch stupid tonight'! Doesn't that sound like fun?"

Then he wrapped his huge hand, with its sausage-sized fingers, around the base of his towering prick and waved it into her face. "I hear you Guild Elves like it big! You're supposed to even worship big dick! Well, ain't you gonna find any bigger meat in the Underdark than me! Come on! I ain't had no really tight pussy since I did Moonbeam over here yesterday! I bet you're really tight, ain't ja?"

Abruptly Gem looked over at Moonbeam, hovering alongside. The Fairy dropped her gaze to the floor and flushed in utter humiliation. "I...I can't help it!" she whined in her glass shattering voice. "I...I...all Fairies have a weakness for...big ones! It feels soooo gooood to be really full of him! To be stuffed so there is no more room for anything else, even yourself! When he wants it...I...I...I...just can't say 'no'!"

She looked up at Gem's scowling face and immediately looked back down at the floor. "I guess what they say about Fairies is true!" she ended, miserably. "We're just size queens! Easy for a big dick! I'm such a slut!"

Tonhauler just chuckled down at the wretched Fairy.

Suddenly Gem's anger was back, her jaw set, her eyes almost glowing red.

"They're all sluts after five minutes under me!" continued Tonhauler, making Moonbeam grimace. "You'll be a good slut, too, just let me climb aboard and slip some of Tonhauler's 'Hammer' to you!"

Gem's head snapped around in a blur to face the "Hulk-like", non-green brute. Now her eyes glowed...in red! Her iron-flexed fists at the ends of her catatonic arms where rhythmically slapping against her hips...over and over...

"Say! You know that other Guild Elf I had some time ago! Had a big butt, just like you! Damn, could she suck cock! Couldn't get enough wadd out of me to satisfy her! And swallowed every bit of it! What was her name?

"Well, doesn't matter, really! I've been told by Queen Embla that all you Guild Elves are big time cocksuckers...right? How you take care of your horses...I've been told! You can really do a good job on big 'uns! Right! Say, can you swallow me? I just bet you could...put all of me in your throat! You know, like that Flare did...oh, yea, that was that other Guild Elf's name...the one that blew me so good! Flare, yea! Musta cum a dozen times into that blond bitch's mouth before she couldn't swallow any more! Wish she would come back for a visit! I'd just bet I could get into that fat ass of hers! She'd probably like it...what with that big butt...Look, you suck me off as good as that Flare did, and I'll fuck you till you're bowlegged! Promise! I'm just dying to get into some big, fat Guild ass! I'll give it to you there, too...free of charge! How's that sound, Elf?"

Instantly a rock shattering "AAAAAHHH!" filled the room as Gem leaped before the still stupidly grinning Dwarfminer. Rising four feet up, until her hips were even with Tonhauler's grinning mug, she unleashed a left leg snap kick right into his flattened, ugly nose.

Everything about the kick was perfect. The timing, the straightening of the knee, the full contraction of the thigh muscles, the projecting of her weight with her hips, as well as the accuracy...

Gem's heel impacted directly upon Tonhauler's nose with more than enough force to crush it. Her heel then sanded across that doomed nose and she flipped around to land gracefully right where she had leaped.

Which was good that her heel hadn't went directly into Tonhauler's nose, for his head barely moved and Gem's knee stung from the impact of her heel and his nose.

"It was like kicking a mountain!" she gasped to herself as she stood on her right leg and shook the left to stop the painful tingling of the pinched nerve. It was true, she had moved boulders farther with that kick than Tonhauler's head!

Tonhauler grinned some more and momentarily rubbed his nose, which looked virtually unaffected by Gem's best kick. "My," he said as he looked back down at her. "That was a pretty good kick there, real high too, for an Elf! Kinda cleared my sinuses, only though! If you wanna hurt me, you'd better use a shovel or a pick and allot more muscle than you have against this..." Then he rapped his knuckles against his forehead.

The sound of his rapping resembled that of banging upon a box made of inches thick, steel reinforced concrete...

Gem added to herself, "A HOLLOW box of bone!"

But fear now complemented her anger. If she cannot hurt him, how is she going to stop him...from...using her?!

"You're not!" came the...passionate response from her libidocrystal intoxicated mind. With that thought the most wicked wave of pure lust surged through her loins.

Instantly her pussy was soaking wet, her labia elongating and parting...eagerly!

Her body WANTED Tonhauler to use her!

At least that was the thoughts the libidocrystal was generating inside her.

Then Gem's eyes dropped to those still low hanging balls...

A little smile creased her face...there was still one place she could hurt a man...ANY man!

As Tonhauler continued to ramble about how hard his head was, Gem acted. With a short charge, she sprinted right up between his legs, dropped to her left arm to go under that jutting prick-spear, and "Whap!" "Whap!", kicked both his nuts as if they were soccer balls!

Most satisfactorily she heard him abruptly grunt as she twisted upon her hands and feet and started to sprint back out from under his bouncing balls and swinging prick.

She got only a few strides back, just out from under his prick, when she was hoisted into the air! Shrieking, she looked down to see Tonhauler's hands wrapped almost completely around her narrow waist!

As if she weighed nothing at all, (Which was an accurate assessment if one considers the tons of rock he normally hauled around in the mines!) he raised her up until her head nearly smacked into the very hard ceiling. Then, her back turned to him. He lowered her until his wide, iron bar hard cockshaft slid between her parted thighs and she found herself straddling, sitting on his cock, her back pressed against the very firm, very warm, and very muscular stomach and midsection of the Dwarfminer. Her feet wound up at least a foot off the floor.

"Let me go!" she shrieked, more from fear than anger.

Then, eyes wide and white, she saw his two calloused and huge hands reach around her...

"No!" she added in her best defiant roar. Now the anger of the frustration she felt from not being able to defend herself was canceling out her fear of what he planned on doing to her.

But her roar sounded all too much like a chihuahua being run over by a truck and as soon as Tonhauler's hands closed upon her hot flesh, the Guild Elf winced and silently bit down on her lower lip.

And her reaction was not from sudden fierce pain!

She had to hand it to Tonhauler! When he wanted to be gentle, like to his potential Elf 'mate of the evening', his rough looking hands could have the tenderness of a baby! His right hand dropped upon her jutting chest, immediately filling his palm with her right boob. His left dropped upon her belly.

Gem gasped as he began the most competent fondling of her tits, first her right, then her left. Not once did he pinch her nipple, as so many inexperienced males do...Just softly, gently kneading her bulging tit meat. Before she knew it the Guild Elf Commander was sighing as waves of building pleasure...sexual pleasure...surged through her handled mounds.

His left hand didn't plunge possessively between her thighs, which were parted on each side of his branch-thick prick. Instead he roamed her belly below her navel, almost tickling her with the tips of his sausage sized fingers.

Her belly jumped in response to his most gratifying fondling.

No doubt the libidocrystal intoxication helped, but Gem found herself relaxing upon her perch, enjoying the Dwarfminer's familiarity with her naked, intimate charms.

Almost instantly after cupping her right tit, all of Gem's anger simply dissipated.

With a sigh she leaned back against that magnificent rock hard, and warm, wall and let her thighs part some more...

An invitation?

She no longer cared what her conscience thought.

"You are one well built Elf!" he said, as quietly as he could, into her right pointed ear. "There are no Drow I have ever fucked that are was beautiful as you!"

He ran his left index finger especially low down her belly until it stroked over her bulging bald mound, and the Elf, unable to prevent it, gasped raggedly. Gem also spread her thighs a little more...

Trying to distract his assault upon her, knowing that if he began doing to her pussy what he was to her now throbbing breasts she would be doomed, Gem asked while starting to writhe unconsciously upon her cock perch, "You have...fucked the Drow here? I thought you were not allowed...That was why they permitted the Fairies and other little females to live here...hsss!"

He silenced her by just slipping that index finger over the front of her cameltoe, where her furiously erect clit poked out. One stroke over the top of her unhooded little "cock" completely destroyed her train of thought...

"Its the libidocrystal intoxication!" she screamed at herself.

He leaned towards her ear again. "You're wet, Elf! You are soaking me with your need! Need for me!"

Gem couldn't look. Yet, she didn't need to. Looking to her left, away from Tonhauler's smirking face, she closed her eyes in humiliation as her face turned hot.

Tonhauler chuckled, then went on, "I am not supposed to fuck any of the Drow. But Drow are...females too! And all you females have needs...needs I am well equipped to satisfy!" Then he flexed his prick and, with a sweet little gasp from Gem, his prick lifted her up a good half foot...easily.

"Some...most of these Drow cannot keep away from me! I cannot help it in most cases, they come to me and ask...beg me to take them...use them...fuck them! Most of the rank and file Drow have come to me for their...needs, one time or another. Most of them more than once!"

He leaned even closer to Gem's blushing ear. "I will share a little secret with you! Most of Queen Embla's advisors and officers have spent more than one evening screaming and squirming under...and around...me! Frankly I don't understand how the Queen can resist me!"

Gem, still looking away, still with eyes slammed shut in shame, still crimson faced, suddenly whimpered.

Tonhauler chuckled...knowingly. He had heard all this before!

Just not with such a beautiful...and big butted...Guild Elf before!

Queen Embla fixed her eyes upon Roger's as soon as Gem was 'escorted' out of the conference room. Her lips were flat together, neither smiling nor frowning.

As she stared at him Roger didn't do anything except try not to appear too arrogant or horny or anything that would upset the firmly yet quite femininely figured, very nearly naked Queen and thereby ruin Gem's 'deal'. Certainly, since the Royal Bitch was standing before him essentially Playboy Playmate (un)attired, he tried to keep his lecherous gaze off those pointy, firm gazzongas she was thrusting at him!

Of course, he failed!

After a moment of silent reflection upon her 'adversary', the Queen spoke, "So, you are the...person I have heard so much about! Shall I call you 'Lord' Roger, like that Guild Elf Slut did?"

Roger hastily tore his eyes off of Embla's still virtually naked tits. "You are Embla, the Queen of the Drow. You may call me whatever you wish."

There! That sounded nice and humble! Roger rewarded himself.

Now she smiled...a little! The Queen stood upright, looking hardly taller than Gem. Those perfectly formed, as well as perfectly displayed, ebony tits seemed to sheen, her maroon nipples appearing to float on a firm, jiggling sea of black jello. With great, well practiced, as well as natural, dignity, she stepped around the conference table, her wide open negligee flowing behind her like a transparent Supergirl cape.

Roger caught himself, in spite of his discomfort being alone with a...treacherous, Gem said?...Drow Queen, staring again at those firm, tightly jiggling tits as she rounded, virtually naked, the conference table. "She wasn't THAT small in the babyfeeding department!" he told himself.

Her smile broadened when she caught his leering eyes again locked on her slightly jiggly, peaked breasts as she move stately around the expansive conference table.

When he tore his eyes away from that very feminine display, and saw the smirk now on her...beautiful face, he unconsciously flexed his substantially erected prick behind his codpiece...

Now it was her eyes that instantly, as if she were expecting such a distraction, dropped to gawk at his abruptly expanding groin. While seeing how...expanded...his codpiece was and had become didn't bring a gasp and look of awed shock to the Drow Queen's features, Embla nonetheless lost her smirk.

So...he did it again!

This time Embla did gasp...but not very loudly. Eventually she did look up into his eyes.

"So," she said without emotion save for some short-windedness, "it appears that you are, at least, a man!"

"Big time!" Roger almost blurted out, but most wisely stopped himself. "She is a Queen, after-all!" he warned himself. "She's no Guild Elf who'll bend over backwards to beg for your pork just because your oversized schlong glows in her eyes! Better be careful...sophisticated..."

"Uh, Lady...er...Queen Embla...I am a Man! If I didn't have the organ...er...of that old God Loki..."

"You mean the 'Cock of Loki'?" Embla interrupted, now showing some disbelief. "You claim to have His Cock?"

"Well, yes! It is the only thing that kept me alive around those Guild Man-killers long enough to get that Brisingamen and gain his powers..."

"You glow...you glow in the dark?" she came back, showing some excitement now.

Roger nodded, showing a little smile himself. "Well, I...that is my Cock...of Loki...glows in the dark, in their eyes...everywhere and with everyone that I whip it out on!" Then he winced...he shouldn't have finished that sentence that way to a Drow Queen!

But Embla was staring at his codpiece so she didn't see his wince and her near naked, most svelte and lush little body just took another sudden step towards him as if she hadn't heard. Finally, "Did you impregnate Princess Rita?" she asked, looking up from his massive bulge into his eyes again.

Her face looked...hopeful?

Roger sighed. "Why don't these babes believe him?!" He gave the Queen his most sincere smile. "Look, Queen, I was the first...and only...guy...Male...thing with a Cock...to fuck Rita in her life! Up to then, and since then, she's been going down on Hollywood actresses and Guild Elves...that's all! And I was the only Male...the only guy who stuck a prick in her...who was even around Rita when she became pregnant! You know she had a kid, didn't you?"

Embla just smiled and nodded, "I know!" Then she lost the smile. With one eye closed, she asked, "Now, tell me, did you fuck her mother?"

Roger gawked down at her. "What to say, now?" he thought.

The truth, he decided, Embla was looking for something...She was testing him. He inhaled, "Well, yes! She kept nagging me so I gave it to her, right after I did her daughter!"

Embla clapped her hands together and spun around like a triumphant little school girl, giving Roger a nice closeup look at her well formed, and defined, ass. When she finished her pirouette she looked up at him with the biggest grin. Shrugging her shoulders, she dropped her gown to the floor.

"You are Loki, for certain!" she cried in triumph. "Drow myth has it that when Loki returns he will impregnate a virginal Guild Elf, make her mother...that cow Thora...His slave..." She hesitated. "...And also give the Drow their own Princess!"

Her eyes dropped to his jumping loins, "I must know!" she gasped...then she reached for his codpiece.

Before he could react, she tore his codpiece aside and his swollen meat flipped up before him, just missing uppercutting the Drow Queen's chin.

Roger stared at Embla's...shocked face.

Embla couldn't seem to take her eyes off of Roger's fist sized pudcap inches from her little black pointed nose. She stood there, gawking at his bobbing, starting to drool cock, her jaw dropped, her eyes like saucers...saucers glowing like lanterns.

She looked just like all those other Guild Elves when he first whipped it out into their faces...stunned. Almost instinctively he started to reach out to grab the Drow by the back of her motionless head and drag her to his meat for a well deserved blowjob when he remembered Gem telling him that Drow don't do 'head'.

Damn!

"Its True! It's True!" Embla began to chant, eyes locked on the precum sliding out of his slit.

"Convinced?" Roger replied, trying to keep the smirk out of his voice.

Embla immediately looked up at him and, with a big smile, quickly nodded. Then she looked back down and that smile disappeared into another dropped jaw gawk at his bobbing cockhead.

She was convinced.

Then, not taking her open-mouthed stare from his jutting Male weapon, she cried out abruptly, "Fuck me!" After a count she looked up at him and, with no hint of a smile, repeated quite loudly, "Fuck me!"

Her hands dropped to his low hanging balls, each hand barely able to control, better yet enclose, a single melon-sized nut as she frantically, and near painfully, gripped him. "Fuck me, M'Lord!" she gasped as her head dropped under his bobbing cock.

Then it was Roger's turn to moan as he felt Embla hotly, and most tenderly, 'sweet sixteen' kiss each of his princess-makers. On her way back up he noticed how she gave his cum belching glans a wide berth with her mouth.

Then her hands were gripping his shaft, squeezing him with surprising, desperate strength. The Drow Queen, when her grip sent a foot long strand of toothpaste-like precum gushing out of him, moaned wantonly as she watched Roger's testicular 'offering-to-the-female' splat noisily upon the smooth, polished rock floor.

Then she looked up at him again. To describe the appearance of her face the word 'frantic' was an obscene understatement; 'desperate' was criminally inadequate also.

"Now, M'Lord! You must! Take me! Please! I must have your child...a Drow Princess! Fuck me! Fuck me bowlegged!"

Babbling a continuous, agitated monologue, she dragged him back towards the conference table...by her two handed grip on his drooling cock, "Take me, M'Lord! Give me your child! Please! I'll do anything...ANYTHING you ask...command of me for...anything you want!"

Roger suddenly grinned. A thought, naturally, had popped into his head with the Queen's desperate pleading. But, for once, his well developed safety mechanism to always think twice before blurting out what popped into his head failed him...

"Will you suck me off afterwards?" he said quite without thinking about the consequences.

Embla almost stopped pulling him towards the conference table. "What?! I want you to fuck me! I need a child...your Princess...to keep my Queen-ship, my life! Why should you want me to...suck..."

"It feels good..." Roger replied, unable to erase his smirk.

She shook her head. "Drow don't do...head! You know that! Those Guild Elf Sluts must have told you that the Drow are not into oral sex like they are! Do you just want to confirm what they told you about us...how we don't do head very well? That the Drow don't do something as good as those Guild Horsesuckers? Is that why you want me to...to...to humiliate me, the Queen of the Drow?"

"Not at all!" Roger replied, stepping faster towards the table. "I just wanted to see how well you suck...you know! It really feels good to a guy! I figure if I do what you want...give you your Princess...you'll return the favor! It's only fair, you know! Aren't the Drow fair in their negotiations?"

She stopped just short of the conference table, gnawing on her lower lip. Her eyes went from his face, which was still smiling but, he hoped, in a friendly, non-humiliating way, to the huge prick jumping in her two black hands. For a long moment she hesitated, constantly returning to his eager prick.

"You won't...tell anyone?" with one eye closed she almost barked the question out.

"I promise!" he quickly and eagerly replied.

"You will NOT tell that slut Gem...ever...correct?"

"You have my honor!" Roger came back.

She stared at him.

"Look, you won't even have to swallow! I just want a little oral sex after I do what you want me to do! What's the harm in that?"

She looked once again at Roger's meat, drooling and pulsing in her hands. "Nothing, I suppose," she answered. Then her head looked up and she was not smiling. "Okay as long as you keep your mouth shut about it!"

"I promise! Believe me, I have no desire to start a vendetta with the Drow! I just want a blow job in exchange for giving you a Princess!"

After another long moment of silent cock staring, Embla stepped back again. "All right! Just remember...you promised!"

"And so did you!" Roger silently replied.

She soon backed into the table, the sharp edge digging deeply into her quite plump but stuffed taut buns, then slipped her not skinny ass up upon the edge. Then she rolled upon her back and, with her plump asscheeks bulging over the edge of the table, she brought her legs up until her ankles were behind her ears and her knees pressed into the table alongside her perfectly jutting suck-mountains.

Spreading her crimson labia, a veritable slash of bright pussy pink down a solid shiny backdrop of perfect black, she looked up at him with close to panic on her suddenly sweaty face. "Fuck me like your Bitch, M'Lord Roger! Pump me full of your children...our Princesses, Lord Loki! PLEASE!"

She pressed his drooling cockhead into her wide open, dripping wet gash, and red hot liquid feminine heat enveloped him.

That heat did something to him...

As if it was instinctive...as if he couldn't control it (which at that time he thought he could not) Roger let out with a quite inhuman roar and drove himself into Embla's offered up pussy.

And Embla let out with a rock cracking scream to acknowledge her acceptance of a new religion and a new God...

Roger...

Not at all gently, Tonhauler slammed Gem onto the deeply padded 'examination' table. Stunned for a moment, she stared blankly up at the rock ceiling as the table automatically resumed its former shape after being bent down a good half foot by Tonhauler's no-nonsense planting of Gem upon it.

Gem's first thought was she was so happy for the extra thick padding!

Then Gem began kicking and punching...again!

While perched on his massive, Roger-esque cock she had managed to hurt herself more than Tonhauler! The Male beast was built like the rock he hauled! But she refused to give up resisting...to meekly calm down...to let the wicked, and ever growing more effective, libidocrystal poison in her blood to dominate her.

Whether Tonhauler would dominate her was another thing!

But she continued to kick and punch, while also soaking his magnificent prick with her endless libidoctrystal generated pussy-juice.

Eventually, even when she couldn't really physically stop him, she did manage to piss him off with frustration!

Trying to feel if she were still in once piece while kicking up at him and throwing aimless punches, she was grateful that she was immortal. She was quite convinced that Tonhauler would have broken the back of any mortal female with that body slam upon the table, padding or not!

Tonhauler arched over her, one big, mighty hand holding her down by wrapping across her belly, pushing her navel down deep inside her, compressing her lungs, holding her down with omnipotent power.

Yet, it didn't stop Gem's, admittedly ineffective, kicking and punching. Her hands were already buzzing with pain from pounding uselessly upon Tonhauler's massive upper arms, and the few times he permitted her boots to reach his rock-like trunk, she just hurt herself further.

Yet she had to stop him!

At the very least she had to look like she didn't want him to use her! She had to look like she was resisting!

Just to show to herself that that wicked, relentless, and endlessly building heat inside her...from that Loki cursed libidocrystal poisoning...wasn't succeeding in making her into the squealing fucktoy for every non-divine Male with a big dick that Tonhauler, Embla and everyone else in the Underdark thought Guild Elves were!

She wasn't certain which was more disgusting to her:

-Admitting to herself that she really would love, being forced or not, to accept and, no doubt, enjoy serving under Tonhauler's massively masculine body!

Or

-Having Tonhauler (and, therefore, everyone else in the Underdark) know that she really wanted that...huge, belly stuffing prick of his...in her in the first place!

Then a shadow crossed over her grimacing, conflicted face...

Opening her eyes wide, she saw a tree trunk arching over her face! A trunk held in Tonhauler's other hand!

OhmyLoki! It was his...huge...cock!

Then she saw his hand slide up the leg thick shaft towards the vividly purple, disgustingly sloppy glans...

"No!" she cried in too late realization, but a thick worm of his precum was already sliding out the inch long slit at the tip of his intimidating organ. Like it was lubricated with silicon, the off-white, coiled strand of babystuff rapidly rushed out until a good foot of it was hanging out of him. Then the strand broke loose and fell...

...right into Gem's still howling, still open mouth!

Instantly her "No!" disappeared into a sloppy, syrupy moan as her mouth closed behind the strand and she got her first taste of Dwarfminer...

Rank!

Gamy!

Musky!

Potent!

All those tastes/emotions surged through her head as the Guild Elf Commander instinctively sloshed Tonhauler's wadd-worm through her mouth, passing from one bulging cheek to the other, thoroughly enwrapping her first half foot of tongue in his wadd.

He was so much more...rank than Lord Roger's! So wild and unbridled in flavor! So much more potent! His spooge was even more rank and musk-filled than the wadd an Elf got from her first 'feeding' upon a untamed, never before orally milked wild stallion in the distant field!

Her mouth instantly filled with her saliva, suspending the lumpy tapioca-like protein, creating a rich, flavorful cum soup in her mouth.

Then, again instinctively, she swallowed...

And Tonhauler chuckled as the 'gulp!' she made drinking him echoed off the rock walls, "Good? I knew you Guild cocksuckers would enjoy me! Flare certainly did!"

Sudden anger filled her with the mention of 'Flare'. A renewed Gem was about to give him a piece of her mind (That is, once all of Tonhauler's cum was swallowed!) when he brought that cockhead again over her face! Learning from experience and keeping her mouth closed, she could only watch helplessly as he lowered that fist sized glans down until he was running it over her cheeks and nose!

Then he again started milking the monstrous pole...

And, unable to stop or resist, Gem moaned as tons of spunk...ounces of tacky, coiled and lumpy manstuff was deposited over her face: Across her nose, under her nostrils, into her right eye, across her closed lips...he painted her face with his odorous gunk.

Gem's first inhalation sent her already libidocrystal overheated mind spinning quite out of control...the most wicked thoughts, dreams, desires for Tonhauler's spunk rushing through her.

She should have expected it. After all, smearing her face...smearing any Guild Elf's face...with hot, fresh, smelly spooge made her instantly "me-so-horny"! She, no Guild Elf, could help such a reaction! Loki specifically, for his evil and holy sexual pleasure, had made his Guild Elves that way so he could accost them more easily. Guild Elves are just so cooperative and eager when their god wakes them up by painting their beautiful faces with their breakfast...

At that moment, with her body helplessly writhing before and under that Dwarfminer, Gem hated her body...hated that Dwarfminer...and hated Loki for making her such a slut over just a face-full of cum!

Then she realized that her legs were no longer kicking! They were meekly laying on the table, spread wide in a great "V", presenting her bald pussy in all its inflamed and soaked glory to the beast tormenting her!

And her arms, too, were no longer punching! She found her hands, both of them, gripping the shaft of the beast ravaging her!

She wasn't using her grips to push that prick away from the sticky, smelly face, either! More like they were helping guide the monstrous meat in its demeaning spooge painting of her face!

Damn her traitorous body!

Then the cock was gone!

Gone and leaving her face a sticky, wormy mess of Dwarfminer spooge! Through her one no yet spooged eye, she stared at Tonhauler as he pulled his prick back, then turned to Moonbeam who was hovering, wide eyed and distressed, off the foot of the table. Then, with remarkable speed, he reached for the Fairy.

Moonbeam didn't move, watching that huge hand approach her with wide and white eyes.

Meanwhile, and again thoughtlessly, Gem's tongue flashed out and cleaned the worms of wadd closing her other eye. She left the rest of the gunk hanging and drooling down her face.

The taste of his cum seized her mind for a moment, the rank taste generating another ocean of spit in her mouth and more obscene and sexual cravings of most feminine passivity.

She just had to swallow again!

Tonhauler grabbed Moonbeam by a hand that very nearly completely encircled around her tight and tiny waist. With only a squeak from the Fairy, he dragged Moonbeam through the air towards Gem's widely parted thighs...

"Here!" he gruffly commanded the pussy gawking Fairy. "I ain't going to force myself on no Guild Elf! I don't need no vendetta's from them! No sir! She's gonna have to beg me to stuff her, good and proper..." Then he smirked at the thoroughly intimidated Fairy. "...just like you and your sisters did! You get her to ask me to fuck her, real sweet and honest-like, and I'll let you sleep with me for a week...once I'm finished with the Elf! And you won't be doing much sleeping in bed...just the way you and your slutty Sisters like it with me! You understand, Little Pussy?"

Before Gem's shock widened eyes, Moonbeam immediately nodded quick and repeatedly. When she looked at Gem, all she could do was sheepishly say, "Sorry!"

Then the Beast pushed Moonbeam down to the table...right between Gem's still widely fanned out thighs!

Kneeling between those smooth, strong, and opened far apart legs, Moonbeam gently and immediately, with no further urgings from Tonhauler, took Gem's soaking wet, blazing red, and floppy labia in her hands and pulled them far apart. At once the Fairy saw Gem's clit pop up a good half inch between those parted and shiny pussy lips.

Gem saw Tonhauler release the Fairy's waist and run his hand, with remarkable gentleness and...knowledge of a Fairy's female anatomy, over Moonbeam's plump (for her size) buttocks to send a fat middle finger between the Fairy's own thighs. Gem saw Moonbeam instantly close her eyes and then sigh...

When the Fairy whimpered and panted, Gem realized that the Dwarfminer knew how to handle women to get what he wanted! At least little women...

When Moonbeam moaned...quite wantonly...Tonhauler chuckled. "You know what to do!" he said, working his Fairy pussy buried finger around and around between Moonbeam's spreading thighs until her plump buns were quivering in a completely out of control manner.

He looked at an increasingly worried looking, spooge faced Gem, "You've done it with lots of Elves, Moonbeam! Even Guild Elves, from what you've told me! So, go ahead...show me how you can break a Guild Elf...make her do what you want...make her beg for release! And you better do it real good and real fast or I'll see that you won't get any 'loving' from ANY Dwarfminer down here in the Underdark for a month! You'll just have to squat on a stalagmite to get your jollies, Fairy!"

Gem saw the Fairy shudder in real fearful intimidation. Apparently Tonhauler knew how to worry a Fairy!

After shuddering at the smirking Tonhauler, and with a loud whimper, she turned to look at the Guild Elf and Moonbeam's sad eyes caught Gem's...increasingly worried ones.

Gem thought, "What was she going to do?!" Then Gem realized what that Fairy could DO to her! In rising panic, Gem reasoned, "And with this Libidocrystal poisoning, can I withstand what I am afraid she will do? I just can't beg that beast to...I couldn't live with myself if I begged that Dwarfminer..."

Now Gem shook her head at the Fairy in a near panic.

Moonbeam, sad face near tears, just shrugged her shoulders...

Then she opened her mouth, wide, to expose the rows of pointed, razor sharp fangs all Fairies in Lokin sported!

Gem instantly lost it, knowing in no uncertain terms what Moonbeam was going to do to her, "No! Please! Not that!" Gem panicked, remembering what Moonbeam had done to other Elves on the way to the Brisingamen. And how Loki-damn good she was at breaking them! "Oh! For Loki's sake! Don't do that to me! Please! Haven't I been you friend? Would you do that to a friend just to get Tonhauler to use you?"

Still displaying her needle-like teeth, Moonbeam, no longer sad-faced, considered Gem's words...for a second. Then, after glancing at a broadly smirking Tonhauler (and his jutting prick) she looked back at Gem and just nodded...

Eagerly!

Then her head started down, mouth wide open...

And Gem wailed a long, desperate "Nooooooo!"

And Moonbeam enwrapped Gem's proudly jutting little clit in her mouth in one horribly competent gulp!

Gem's eyes widened and her head started back down as the Fairy applied strong, hot, wet, murderous suction upon the engulfed Elf-button. Half-way back down, with her anime wide eyes staring up at the rock ceiling, Gem felt IT...

...Those dozens of needle-like teeth sinking into her most sensitive spot...injecting Fairy poison into her straining, jumping clit...poison seizing and firing all the synapses of the Elf's erotic nervous system...stealing Gem's soul.

Instantly her nerves exploded into bliss...irresistible, edge of orgasm, fiery pleasure that no Elf's mind, no female's mind, could long withstand...could remain working without becoming enslaved to it.

With a thump Gem's head dropped like a rock to the table, her eyes rolled far up into her skull before she finishing falling. At once her head began mindlessly tossing back and forth. Gem's claws gripped the padding of the table with manic strength. Then she let a warbling moan escape her lungs as Moonbeam possessed her clit...and her, "Ooooh! Nooooooo! Please! Don't! OOOOOOOO!"

Tonhauler just chuckled as Moonbeam began gnawing on Gem's clit.

"Please!" Gem breathlessly gasped, eyes again flying open as heart stopping orgasmic bliss approached in a mad, mind destroying rush. "Don't! Oh Loki! I can't stand it! Don't! Please! Oh, your killing me! I can't stand it! I can't...fight...it!"

Then, just as Gem hung on the very edge of the greatest orgasmic episode of her long life, the Fairy withdrew her fangs and eased up on her devastating clit nursing. The result was ultimate frustration for Gem as the certainly orgasmic bliss she had been ineffectively trying to resist began to diminish...to retreat.

The one thing the Guild Elf Commander hadn't expected!

Gem immediately changed her tune as the intoxicating, addicting pleasure relentlessly subsided. Gem, obsessed with the approaching orgasm forced on her by the Fairy, immediately and thoughtlessly barked out what was really on her mind at that unguarded moment, "OOOOO! OH! You little Bitch...don't you stop! Please! Do me! Oh, fuck me you little darling!" Gem's loud babble dropped off to a whisper when she saw Tonhauler standing over her, leering and chuckling at her mind exposing outburst of frustration.

Then Tonhauler grabbed the Fairy's long blond ponytail and pulled...

Without contesting him, Moonbeam pulled her drooling mouth OFF of Gem's throbbing, swollen, reddened, formerly ready-to-explode button.

"NO!" Gem instantly whined at the Fairy, raising her sweaty head and glaring at the now chagrined Fairy. The Guild Elf managed, after a quick look up at the arrogant Male towering over them, to keep any further pleas for oral satisfaction in her.

But the look on her face told the not-stupid Dwarfminer all that was on her mind.

Tonhauler continued to knowingly chuckle...

Then the Dwarfminer waved his towering Elf stuffer before Gem's frantic, sweaty face. "You want to cum, Guild Elf Slut? Do you think THIS can make you cum, Elf slut?"

Gem managed to stop...to cut off...the moan that escaped her throat from the rush of unwanted, but unstoppable, lust that her horribly libidoblade and Fairy poisoned clit aroused body let out immediately with the vision of that...deliciously huge and meaty prick waving before her wide eyes. But after that one moment of weakness, Gem's iron will succeeded in retaking control of her body...

She frowned up at the smirking Dwarfminer, still trying to throw from her eyes daggers of hate and resistance back at him. She just wasn't certain how well she succeeded.

"'Hmm! Your face says one thing, Elf slut," Tonhauler replied, leering at her soaked twat. "But your other parts tell me different!"

Gem gnawed on her lower lip but managed to stop the rising whine as her eyes simply became unable to look away from that...wondrous cock arched over her and the copious precum endlessly...relentlessly...potently drooling over her blatantly heaving belly.

Tonhauler followed Gem's eyes down to his overarching prick, then further down to her sweaty, smooth belly beneath. A belly definitely heaving, with a deep, dark navel filling with a mixture of her sweat and his copious wadd.

He looked up into Gem's eyes which were still trying to throw daggers of resistance at him but by now had developed a distinct shade of worry and even...fear on them. "You want me, don't you Elf slut?" he slowly, softly, and most confidently remarked.

Immediately Gem, being brutally honest with herself, silently agreed.

"But I can't let HIM know that!" she screamed at herself. "It would be so degrading...TOO degrading to have such a crude, unsophisticated, brutally powerful MALE know how much she wanted him...his ORGAN...atop her! I'd just die!"

With a consummate expression of her Guild Elf Commander's Will, Gem managed to maintain her frown and shake her head at the continuously smirking Dwarfminer. "N...No!" she got out in an almost croak. "Moonbeam! I want Moonbeam! I don't do MEN!"

His smirk didn't waver. With a loud and totally MALE chuckle of crass victory, completely disregarding Gem's unconvincing resistance, Tonhauler, with a callous backhand without even looking, slapped Moonbeam off the table and into the air.

She, to her credit, went only a couple of feet through the air before stopping herself and subsequently hovering right alongside the table. Obviously he had done that to her before and she was well experienced in dealing with it!

But Tonhauler didn't even notice the Fairy's indignation as she buzzed alongside him. His eyes locked on Gem's anime saucer sized and shaped orbs, he slowly...grinningly... reached out over the end of the table...reached out right between Gem's wide spread thighs.

Gem could only give out with a brief, gasping "No!" when his huge, rock crushing hands each wrapped around one edge of her relatively broad hips. Instantly the Guild Elf recognized the strength in those hip grasping hands...they could turn her hip bones to bone meal with hardly any effort...

Meekly she did nothing to stop him...his demonstrated strength convinced her that there was nothing she could do to stop him!

Such power, no helping it, made Gem wet as he lifted her hips off the table.

"Please!" she could only whine, her terror widened eyes watching him pull upon her hips until her fat butt was hanging over the near edge of the table, her legs hanging towards the rock floor.

When the all powerful Dwarfminer grabbed Gem's hanging legs and lifted them until her knees were pressed into the deep cushion of the table alongside her ribs and her feet hovered over her concerned face, the Guild Elf could only whine a brief, totally weak and futile "No!"

The towering beast held her legs in that position, her knees pressed into the table, for a long moment while keeping his eyes, slightly closed and most intimidating, locked on Gem's. Then he slowly released her legs...

Gem made no move to move them.

Looking down, Gem had to close her eyes in abject humiliation when she saw how spread apart and offered up her hips were to the beast smirking down on her! Her rotund and full buttocks were completely presented to him, sticking up and spread wide by her position, while her pussy, dripping wet and glittering in her absolutely soaked state, was completely open, labia parted fully and laid out flat, giving him complete access to her most intimate feminine flesh!

And Gem, the famously combative Guild Elf Commander, could...would do nothing to stop this Dwarfminer from USING her charms for his own...evil and Elf degrading...pleasures!

Then she looked past her pussy, between her upturned and wet thighs, and gasped a whining, forlorn "No! Please!"

Tonhauler chuckled as he lined up his arm long meat with Gem's openly presented twat. "You gonna cum for me, Elf slut?" he grinned. "You gonna beg me to make you cum, Guild Pussy?"

Gem knew the answer to those questions but she could do, or say, nothing as her throat closed off with lust induced dryness and constriction while her wild and wide eyes were locked on the slimy, boulder sized cockhead as it approached the fully displayed opening that led into her heaving, hungry, all-too-female belly.

As his glans contacted the liquid heat of Gem's completely prepared and aroused twat, the smirking Dwarfminer added, "You'll thank me for this...My Elf Slut!" Then he pressed into her wide open hole.

As the brutally wide but nicely tapered head pressed into and stretched deliciously her puss hole, Gem's jaws came together with a 'click' and, eyes screwed shut, she turned her face to the left, trying to hide her reaction. Another brief but sincere "No!" barked out of her.

Tonhauler just chuckled and pressed further in.

"Oh!" Gem gasped as the crown of that awful, and awesomely wide, glans caught in her entrance. The Elf jerked her head back at him, eyes again wide open. This time her eyes were wide in fear...fear that the brute would rip her asunder with that...monstrous organ!

With the Guild Elf's sharp gasp, Tonhauler immediately stopped his assault. Smiling in a more...friendly, comforting manner, he nodded to Gem, telling her he understood her near panic.

He had had other Elves, many other Elves, in this position. He knew the fear his meat could generate in an...uninitiated female...

He also knew well the enslaving bliss his prick could create in a female once she was...properly...initiated into Dwarfminer cock service!

And he was determined to initiate Gem most properly into Dwarfminer...especially HIS!...cock service!

He pulled back just a little until his glans slipped out of Gem's already well spread hole. Then he ran the broad tip of his cock up and down her wide spread pussy, sliding easily on her copious lubricant. Up and down he ran his cockhead, making sure her labia stayed wide spread and flat, making sure her soaked cunt stayed soaked.

Watching Gem's face carefully, he worked her until her eyelids drooped and her breathing became a deeper, somewhat slower pant. Then he slid his cockhead further up her slit, until he rolled over and pressed heavily down upon her still furiously red and swollen clit.

Gem immediately gasped raggedly.

Tonhauler's smirk widened. Then he rolled over that crimson, swollen button again.

And again Gem gasped. Then she raised her head to look at him, her eyes again wide with fear.

"Feel good, Guild Elf?" the Dwarfminer chuckled. "You still want Moonbeam? Still want some soft female sucking on your little clit? You don't want...something else? Something big, and powerful, and strong atop you? You still don't want Me, for instance, giving you my power and strength? You sure you don't want my Manpole way up inside you? Filling you? Fucking you?"

Gem didn't reply, so the Dwarfminer started running his cockhead up and down over her button, pressing down, cruelly crushing her clit under his dominate cock.

As he worked her most sensitive, weakest part of her, the most outrageous Fairy Clit-poison accentuated pleasure surged up her spine, seizing her mind with the beautiful, irrepressible, all-too-femininely submissive need to accept, gratefully even, the machine-gun orgasms Tonhauler's murderously effective clit masturbation offered. Her body was completely out of her control. All it wanted, now, was to be ravished, penetrated, fucked into mind dissolving orgasm by a huge, crude, MALE organ!

Her vaunted Guild Elf Commander's Will simply melted away under the libidocrystal and Fairy-poison heat and monstrous pleasure that beast easily forced on her.

With a quite involuntary grimace Gem's head fell back with a 'thud'. Clamping down on her lower lip, she again turned away from the smirking Dwarfminer.

Still working her, making her belly heave, forcing violent quivers to fly up her svelte back, Tonhauler snorted, "You are mine, Guild Elf Slut! You cannot get away! You will not want to leave me for some bimbo Fairy! I will take you...break you like I did that other Guild Elf Slut...what was her name?"

A sudden, last spark of anger appeared in her eyes from, first, the crass Male taunting of her and, second, that same Male's demeaning of Flare. Of course she knew that Flare had her 'weaknesses' when it came to big powerful Males and, most importantly, their big, powerful organs! Everyone in the Guild knew that!

It was just having it thrown into her face by one of those big, powerful Males! Gem abruptly was glaring back at him, Man-killing fury in her eyes.

However, she was still gnawing on her lower lip, and her belly quivering was undiminished as the fierce shocks of wicked pleasure continued to shoot up her spine from her crushed and cockhead buffed clit.

Tonhauler continued working that brave, exposed Guild Elf clit, watching amused as the Guild Elf Commander shuddered and gasped as his relentless assault took possession of her...anger not withstanding. Then he nodded to the sweating, grimacing Gem, "Flare? That was her name, wasn't it? Yes, I really enjoyed her! That was one Guild Elf who could really suck cock! Then again, all you Guild Elves suck on your horses, from what I hear! So you should be good at it!"

Gem's eyes flared, her hands fists now, fists alongside her squirming hips. But that was all. All that her sex-pleasure seized body would do.

That lush, magnificently developed female body just no longer obeyed...listened to her sex swamped mind.

Reality finally came crushing down on Gem: She would not stop him from doing whatever he wanted!

She was fucked...big time!

Just like Flare had been!

"I think I'll see if you can suck as well as that Flare! You know, I'm not that much bigger than the horses you Guild Elf horsesuckers have! I'll just bet you'll really enjoy servicing me...on your knees...gulping down my thick cum! That Flare certainly did! You probably have already looked at my balls...saw how big they are! How full I am? Babble! Babble! Babble!"

Gem clenched her teeth so tightly she though they'd crack. She tried to roar back a defiant "NO!" at him, but her throat was nearly closed off by the irresistible poison amplified sexual bliss. All she managed was a tight, quick head shake.

And the Dwarfminer just ignored her and kept that glans of his sliding up and down, up and down, right over her plump clit.

Her thighs, arched over her sweaty belly, quivered visibly.

"Well," he finally concluded. "Enough of foreplay!"

Then she felt his cockhead reinsert itself into her even more ready opening...

And keep on going.

When Gem dutifully accepted the abominably wide cockhead into her belly, besides the sloppy pop her defeated pussy made swallowing the first sized glans, Gem managed to howl a single, echoing "AAAAH!"

The Bastard hesitated then, his glans cooking in her already bulging belly.

After a moment Gem opened her eyes and looked at him.

He smiled, then at once thrust powerfully. Holding her down by the back of her knees, he smirked into her strained, wincing face as he pushed his massive spear slowly and relentlessly into her.

By the time his plunging glans neared Gem's cervix, Gem's eyes had rolled up into her skull as her jaw dropped limply. Then she let out with a long, loud moaning wail of feminine defeat, "OOOOOHHHH!"

When he did smash into her cervix, making her formerly flat and smooth belly swell dramatically, she belched loudly for him.

"Feel good, Elf?" Tonhauler growled into Gem's dropped jaw face. When she didn't immediately respond, he rotated his hips, grinding his nearly swallowed up meat far, far up Gem's stuffed feminine tubes.

That got her attention! Her teeth came together with a 'clink!' and her eyes popped open as she felt her cervix begin to spread for the determined cockhead of the Dwarfminer. Never had she been penetrated like that! Incredible strength! He was prying open her womb without the least bit of difficulty!

"Ah!" he went when the remaining length of his cock still outside her popped abruptly in, betraying the violation of her womb.

"AAAAHHHH!" shrieked the Guild Elf as his cock forced her cervix and smashed against the roof of her uterus.

Tonhauler just snorted down on the pinned Elf.

The massive beast pulled back, evacuating about half of her vagina as well as her womb before briefly stopping. Without hesitation he plunged back in and Gem howled once more.

Then the Dwarfminer started plowing the thrashing Guild Elf Commander, confident of his mastery over her, ramming repeatedly into her heaving guts, quickly but smoothly stroking her into convulsions of pure and irresistible, quite feminine, stuffed belly pleasure. The fact that those spasms of near orgasmic intensity were unasked for, and even initially resisted by the Guild Elf, didn't matter to the non-green, 'Hulk' like MALE enjoying her.

Gem's eyes widened in utter feminine horror and shock as she screamed up at him guttural syllables of desperate yet futile female defense. Feeble defiance completely ignored, her belly heaved and jiggled like jello in an earthquake as her omnipotent conqueror continued to plow into her.

Then he climbed upon the table, literally mounting her so as to maximize his every single bottoming out, Guild Elf Commander's Will devastating stroke. In his new, male triumphal position upon the thrashing, squealing, completely defeated Elf, his massive balls started bouncing off Gem's upturned bulging buns, spanking them red and generating a rhythmic and repeating clapping that echoed off the iron rich rock walls of the chamber in time with an Irish ceilis.

Almost at once Gem, most involuntarily, matched that slapping testicle off of quivering plump buttmeat claps with forced, ear ringingly shrill, 'chihuahua mounted by a Great Dane', cries of her own, "Aie! Aie! Aie! Aie! Aie! Aie! Aie!"

Tonhauler, his flat, broad nose now mere inches from Gem's petite, pointed snout, snorted into her face and continued to drive the rock cracking cries from her with aplomb.

Moonbeam, hovering just off the smoothly working Tonhauler's shoulder, had streams of tears running down her adorable pink cheeks as she watched Lady Gem being broken before her. She was so sad...and embarrassed...to have been part of the Guild Elf Commander's defeat.

But it was oh so HOT watching her Dwarfminer, her MAN, fucking that proud, sometimes arrogant, always superior Guild Elf Commander into prick enslavement!

Even though, by that particular moment, the Guild Elf wasn't giving much evidence that she actually didn't want what Tonhauler was giving her! Her shrieks were of pure pleasure and Moonbeam knew, from long experience having served under the Dwarfminer herself, that it wouldn't be long before Tonhauler would get more distinct cries of acceptance from the stuffed Elf!

"He was good atop females!" she ruefully reminded herself as she watched Gem spontaneously grip those huge and rock hard deltoids of the Dwarfminer in her claw armed, quite inadequate hands.

Even now, with him ravishing her Lady Gem before her, Moonbeam knew that the Fairy could deny him nothing! All he had to do was order her upon her back with her ankles behind her long, pointed ears and she would agree to anything!

"Fairies were such sluts" she admonished herself. "Easy, faithless, Dwarfminer-cock enslaved sluts!"

Then Gem abruptly wailed out a different tune: "Oh you Beast! You're soooo gooood! Don't stop! Please! Never stop!"

Tonhauler turned to the hovering Fairy, the biggest grin of masculine triumph on his broad 'Frankenstein' face, "See? Told ya! Dem Guild Elf Bitches are easier than even Fairies! Just slip them a big dick and you have a squeeze for life!"

Moonbeam winced as Gem howled yet again...in total bliss.

Then the crude beast turned back to a head tossing, squealing Gem. "Yo' like being under me?" he chuckled.

When Gem didn't immediately reply, quite lost in getting metaphysically fucked by a quite inhuman prick, Tonhauler took the time to drive into her with even more power, until her womb was driving up towards her chest, creating an exceptionally high bulge just above her navel.

That got the Elf's attention! After an unusually deep moan instead of shrill squeal, Gem's head stopped mindlessly tossing and she opened her bleary eyes.

Tonhauler displayed what streak of 'gentleman-ness' he possessed by giving the 'mind scrambled by fuck' Elf the time necessary for her to focus her eyes.

When the Gem started gnawing on her lower lip again, eyes fixed on those of the beast draped over (and very much buried in) her, he went on, "Yo gonna thank me for fucking you so good, Elf?"

"Aaah..." Gem, still quivering, moaned back.

He flexed his belly buried horsecock, making the helpless Guild Elf Commander jump most vividly. "I was just thinking...Your friend, that cocksucker Flare, really did a good job on me before when she was here! But I never got to fuck her...really fuck her...not once! You, on the other hand, are gonna get fucked three ways from tomorrow! I just thought...since I went to all the trouble to treat you so nice and all...that you would have the proper gratitude and, when I finish, you can blow me...and swallow me, just like that Flare did! What about it?" Then he flexed that meat again.

After a hoarse gasp, Gem moaned. The Elf had nothing but 'bedroom eyes' for the over-towering Male as she looked up at him. She had to admit that, completely against her damned Commander's will, she was really...enjoying being under this Dwarfminer...a crude, rude and arrogant Male not withstanding. "But sucking on him?"

Tonhauler could have cared less for reading the facial expressions of the female pinned under him. He just went on, "All you Guild Elves suck cock, don't you? You go outta your way to go down on your horses, don't you? That's what I hear from the Drow hereabouts, and Drow never lie, right? So, I ain't that much bigger than a horse, am I? And Flare told me I taste allot better than a horse! 'Stronger' she said! And she said I gave her allot more than most horses! And she must have liked what I gave her cause she swallowed every last drop, both mine and my buddies, and turned right around and sucked for more...without asking! So, I figured, since you are enjoying being under me so much...as much as Moonbeam and her sisters here, you should enjoy going down on me, too!"

Moonbeam winced when Tonhauler matter-of-factly mentioned her service under him, and how enthusiastic her Sisters were about servicing Tonhauler's 'equipment'. But, as he well knew, she was 'hooked' on his huge, powerful, and potent body, and nothing he could say could convince her to leave his glorious prick!

Gem, too, winced when he talked about Flare and her oral 'talents', but this time no anger rose in her. Nor would it...not with nearly eighteen inches of leg thick cock buried in her! "Anyway," she admitted to herself in rationalizing the absence of fury from his cruel words about her 'partner', "Flare was a cocksucking slut! The whole Guild knew she was one of the foremost, and enthusiastic, cocksuckers in Lokin! No one held that against her...Tonhauler was right, ALL Guild Elves were cocksuckers at heart!...that Divine Bastard Loki had made them that way for his entertainment...but it was common knowledge that when in the field with Flare you better get to your mount first thing for either breakfast or dinner, or Flare will get it out of him before you!"

Tonhauler was still rambling on: "So, what say you, Elf? You gonna suck me off...to 'completion'...and not spit me out?"

Gem looked up at that ruggedly ugly/beautiful face inches from her own metaphysically gorgeous one, then nodded, once. "Fuck me first!" she gasped, then winced when that musclebound Male flexed that damn prick of his yet again way, way up inside her! "I have to cum, first! Please! Make me cum!"

"Then you'll suck me off, and swallow, like that cocksucker Flare did? And take care of my buddies, just like Flare did?" he persisted like an anxious teenager about to get his first sex from his young, drunk aunt.

Throat closed off from the...evil pleasure of having something as long as Sir Roger's Holy Horn jumping around beneath her navel, Gem could only nod.

"And you'll swallow me? Swallow all of me and my buddies? And lick up all our cum?"

Gem sighed. He did sound like a teenaged boy begging his aunt for a blowjob!

But that devilish prick so far up her was having its effects, too. The libidocrystal intoxication, Moonbeam's Fairy clit poison, his masterful fucking style had created the most frustrating and painful case of 'Blue Balls' she had ever had! Even worse than when she had been cut by a libidoblade before! The need for blessed orgasm had worn her down, crushed her Will, reduced her to a mere sexual animal, craving nothing but crude, demeaning, slutty orgasmic release. "Yes!" the Elf, all pretense of resistance collapsed, finally, hoarsely gasped. "Please! I'll do anything! I'll go down on you...I can deep throat you! Just like...Flare did! And I'll swallow, lick up, gargle your cum...all of it...all you can shoot...all I can suck out of you! Just please...please...PLEASE! Keep fucking me! I gotta cum! PLEASE, MAKE YOUR SLUTTY ELF CUM!"

Tonhauler, shit eating grin replacing his former authentic looking face of sincerity, just chuckled loudly as he silenced the babbling, howling Guild Elf Commander by simply thrusting.

"Oh yea!" Roger roared as he stood alongside the conference table, holding a svelte black ankle in each hand before each of his shoulders while vigorously driving his hips forward and then back, his muscular buttocks clenched, as was his jaw. Before and beneath him the shiny black diminutive and thoroughly naked body of Queen Embla writhed, her throat giving out her own shrieks in time with each of Roger's powerful drives.

"Damn is this baby tight!" echoed in Roger's head as he relished the velvety wet-hot friction of the Drow's snug, wet, sucking vagina nursing on his plowing manhood bulging her smooth, almost reflective black belly. He looked down at the Drow Queen and smiled in spite of himself at the blissful, heavy eye-lid gaze she sent back to him. "She was really getting off on me!" he thought, not without more than a little masculine pride.

What a stud!

But it had not started out like that...

Oh, she had been eager enough, at first, dragging him by his jutting schlong towards the conference table. When she pressed his cockhead, looking ridiculously oversized compared to the wet and flaming pink pussy trying to kiss the tip, he didn't give it a second thought when the luscious wet heat of her triggered his instinctive first thrust into her.

But the Drow Queen was apparently also lost in the instinctive troughs of her own mating urges, and had completely ignored the relative size relationships between their sex organs, so Roger's thrust brought home those mismatching relationships with rude certainty!

As soon as Roger's first autonomic drive into that boiling hot girl-tube spread her tissues, Embla was brought back to reality in an instant by the painful and very frightening stretching of her hardly used vagina by Roger's rampaging cock! "AAAAH!" she abruptly screamed up at him.

As she cried out she stared up at the Male towering over her prone and open body and saw that she was doomed. Roger had his eyes closed, a smug little smile on his face as he enjoyed spreading her defenseless, snug, and soaked female opening...spreading her for his own, typically Male-centered selfish enjoyment and use!

But, to Roger's great and endearing credit ('Credit' which he had learned by now that he could 'collect' back in spades if he were just patient enough and let his fuck bunnies calm down and 'get used' to him first!), he halted his half uncontrolled initial thrust into blissfully snug Royal Drow belly at Embla's very first squeak of fear. Opening his pleasure closed eyes, he looked down at the quivering in near terror Queen.

The regal Queen Embla looked up at him, her hands clutching the sides of his hips as if to keep him from moving any further forward, her face that of a fearful schoolgirl in the back of Daddy's car in the process of becoming a woman...and terrified of it!

With a great expression of will Roger took a deep breath...and then tried looking back at Embla with a little, friendly smile. Then he felt that his cockhead was just about to burst into her, so, as a confidence building measure, he pulled back till just the tip was technically inside of the Queen.

He saw Embla's rigid facial features ease. Her hands relaxed, withdrawing her claws that had very nearly punctured Roger's skin, and let them drop to the table.

Laying her upraised legs against him, then releasing them entirely, Roger, as calmly and unthreateningly as was humanly possible for a Male with such a ball-bustingly delicious sexual partner as a naked, legs raised Drow (And a Queen no less!) with all her 'charms' defenselessly presented up to him could be, he said in a near whisper, "There, that better?"

All Embla could do was smile in great relief in turn (And look just like a teenager while doing so.) and gently nod. After a long moment of holding his jumping prick still against her blazing hot twat, she finally said, 'Thank you!"

"No problem," he replied, though not completely honestly. His cock was become ever more demanding about finding a nice, wet, hot, snug home in some petite female's belly!

Embla must of recognized his conflict, so she tried to distract his befuddled mind, "Desiree...she had been...first with me, you know?..."

Roger, as expressionlessly as possible, just briskly nodded.

"...She forced me...before my troops! It was terribly humiliating! She must have gotten a thrill out of dominating me that way! She is such a Bitch!"

Roger nodded again, this time with more conviction.

"Well, she penetrated me...and it didn't hurt at all...actually I have to admit it felt rather good...very good! But she used her Black Sex Magick to seduce my body and...you're not! This is more...natural, I suppose. And I have never...accepted a Male...a Male organ before except under the influence of Black Sex Magick..."

Roger planted his hands on each side of Embla's head, then nodded down at her, "I'd have it no other way, Baby...er...My Queen! Its kind of important to a guy to have his girl...you know...conscious when he porks her! Bit of a downer to his ego, you know, to fuck a wasted lump...

"Besides, maybe it was Desiree's use of her magick that prevented her impregnating you?"

Then Roger looked down between them and moved his hips back a little until his cockhead slipped completely out of Embla's crimson hole.

Looking back at her face, Roger gently thrust forward and his freed organ slid up over Embla's pubic bone...grinding the underside of his feet long prick over her stiff, maroon colored sex button.

Roger couldn't keep his smile from broadening when Embla's eyes partially closed and she hissed. When he finished the first stroke, he stopped until the Queen's eyes opened again.

"Okay with that, My Queen?" he asked in all sincerity as he slid back the same way.

Embla's eyes closed in building bliss and she nodded rapidly.

Then he started stroking, up and down, always keeping the weight of his prodigious manhood fully upon her soon furiously stiff clit, running in foot and a half lengths forward and then backward. "How's this?" he asked.

She replied with but a blissful smile.

He studied her face as he humped her button, watching her eyes close in building bliss, then close tightly as orgasm approached. He saw the sweat break-out on her forehead, saw those Drow fangs sink into Embla's lower lip, felt her hips squirm as he slowly, continuously, relentlessly humped her.

Humped her out of her mind...

With a ragged moan she wrapped her arms around his neck and, with surprising strength, pulled his head down onto her lips...

Right before their lips met, she mumbled out, "M'Lord!"

Not missing a stroke between her legs, Roger kissed the impassioned Queen in as much of a 'sweet sixteen' manner as he could. She accommodated his wimpy kissing style for about half a minute, then he felt that tongue, as long and demanding as any Guild Elf's he had ever kissed, boldly pry his lips and jaws apart and plunge into his throat!

Both Roger and the Queen moaned, and then Roger felt Embla's claws grip his shoulders as powerfully and deeply as would a hawk landing on him!

Roger's strokes sped up, and he put all his weight down on that humping prick as Embla's long and pointed nails began a rapid, deep, and almost frantic running of his back, up and down and across with just the perfect force, speed, and depth to drive him nuts!

The last thing rational that Roger thought was that talent with their nails had to be inherited on the second X chromosome, because whenever a...pussy started doing that to him, he lost it. It didn't matter if they were Human or not!

Roger growled into Embla's mouth and he swore she smiled back, right in the middle of their kiss!

But she didn't stop...not until Roger's precum was coating her lower belly!

Only then did the Drow Queen relent.

They broke their kiss, and Roger, panting and red faced like a marathon runner, instinctively rose up on his arms. He then looked down between them as Embla's little black, claw armed hands gripped his monstrously swollen, cum drooling prick!

Immediately a foot long worm of babystuff jetted out of him, reaching clear up to the bottom of her firmly jutting, cone shaped tits.

"OOOO!" squealed the Queen, sounding like a bimbo Guild Elf in camp under her God. "I want that in me! In my womb!" And she pulled, not at all gently, on his prick, trying to bend the unbendable to get it back in her pussy.

Roger quickly moved back to allow her to guide him home without snapping him in two! As the Queen fumbled with his jumping, heavy, iron-bar hard prick at the wide open entrance to her femininity, she mumbled continuously, mostly to herself: "Come on! It's not that big! It will fit!"

Then the tip of his tapered glans did fit, right in Embla's still snug, but dripping wet, vaginal opening.

Roger looked down at her and she looked up at him. There was a long moment of silent contemplation before Embla gasped up at Roger, "Give me your child, M'Lord!"

With another growl Roger thrust. With the briefest resistance Embla's opening yielded with a sloppy 'snap', and the Queen let out one, sharp cry of womanhood.

Roger was in no condition, what with Embla once again clawing his back and now her delicious pussy gripping him, to hesitate. Callously he continued driving...

And, accompanied by Embla's long, loud, and impassioned moan, he slid into the fiery furnace that was Queen Embla's belly.

Nested in her, making her flat, black belly bulge, Roger brought his face down to the Queen's. Power, lust, good ol' MALE potency surging through him, he now grabbed Embla by the back of her head and upper back and, with a curt, "Come here, woman!" he raised her up to meet his descent. He crushed the Queen with an impassioned kiss, listening smugly to her moan of submission as she compliantly melted against him.

It was good to be a God!

Then he began withdrawing, and then thrusting again, and then withdrawing again. He started fucking the Drow with firm, powerful, no-nonsense strokes, no longer worried about her well-being, only intending to get off...way up in her tubes.

She could take care of herself, now!

Embla moaned into his mouth again, setting her claws to work upon his back, urging him on...There was no longer any discomfort from this Male using her!

Her moans continued, one with each time his glans smashed into her womb, and her sleek black legs climbed up Roger's working back, tilting her ass up and up, giving him a straight shot at her ovaries.

While Roger couldn't see, he was certain Embla's ceiling pointing toes were clenched and her feet contracted.

"Damn I'm good!", he rewarded himself.

Now he stood upright before the conference table, his back scratched to passionate ribbons, holding Embla's powerful legs up and out of his way as he drove himself to his well deserved, baby-making orgasm. Embla had cum (Many times! He smirked.) already, loudly and repeatedly, and now she lay flat on the table, a blissful smile on her sweaty face, her lush, athletic body thrashing in repeated orgasmic aftershocks as she willingly let Roger use her for his own fulfillment.

Then he felt the spark, and knew his reward was approaching. Hooking her heels upon his shoulders, he leaned back over the fucked stupid Queen. "Now!" he groaned as if mortally wounded and Embla's eyes popped wide open.

One look at Roger's face hovering a foot above her own brought the Queen's disposition back to normal. With a curt nod up to him, she slipped her hands under her testicle spanked red, globular and black buttloaves to each catch one of Roger's swinging babymakers. Immediately she sank her nails into them...

Deep!

Roger gasped and Embla grinned. And Embla squeezed.

Roger roared as if he had been stabbed in the back and Embla's grin dropped into a limp jawed gawk. His cock had swelled when she squeezed his nuts! Swelled to what felt like twice its former diameter!

The sensation, way up inside her, was awesome!

Then, with a most unsophisticated grunt, Roger jerked...

And Embla howled as a red hot bolt of lava spewed way, way up inside her.

And Roger grunted, then jerked again...

And Embla repeated her howl as another cup sized spurt of semen flooded Embla's womb and ovaries.

For long, long repetitive counts of grunting and jerking Roger was lost in mindless spewgasm. In his typical Male orgasm-seized, instinct driven mind he was incapable of relating to the Queen as anything but a cum tank, of using Embla for that purpose quite callously, and forgetting, for the moment, that she was an individual, 'flesh and blood' real partner in their love making. The Queen lost , in turn, in her own mind numbing bliss, howled in satisfaction and pleasure, willingly and joyfully accepting Roger's fertilization...and use of her. Over and over the spewing Roger grunted, most unsophisticatedly, while the Queen followed up with uninhibited, full throated howls. Neither seemed to want, or be able, to interfere, nor stop, the metaphysical impregnation.

When Roger finally ran out of cum...er...steam, he unceremoniously collapsed upon the panting, moaning, still autonomically humping Embla. The Queen, bulging belly flooded with spunk and panting like a long distance runner, immediately wrapped her arms and legs around the prostrate Man atop her. Her athletic body still convulsing in residual orgasmic surges, Embla, still possessed by the emotions of the moment, proceeded to cover his face with quick, noisy kisses until she, too, calmed and collapsed beneath Lord Loki.

Minutes later, when Roger was somewhat conscious and could once again rise off of Embla's firm, athletic Drow body, he gently pulled his still monstrously erect prick out of her and then rolled on his side alongside the Drow Queen.

"Wow!" he gasped, still breathing deeply. "I must admit, that was something!"

Embla, flat on her back, rounded belly heaving with her still rapid breaths, just nodded quickly in wordless agreement.

Roger stared at her face, saw her eyes were closed, her mouth slack, and decided that she was alright. At least she wasn't going to order her guards to lock him up! With this new found confidence he gently, carefully, cupped her nearest boob. "You were great..." he intimately husked into her long, black, pointed ear. Then he added with a smile. "Best I've ever had here in Lokin."

With that Embla's eyes popped open and, turning her head, she looked over at him, 'bedroom eyes' on her dreamy face. "You were wonderful, also! Thank you, M'Lord!" Then she picked up his slimy organ in both her hands and squeezed.

Left over semen, a good cup's worth, jetted out of his prick like toothpaste from a tube to flow down Embla's forearms as tacky, wormy, manstuff.

Eyes now glowing, a big contented grin on her beautiful face, she didn't bat an eyelash at his potent display.

Roger smiled at the contented Drow. "Feel pregnant?"

She looked up from the semantic mess she had made with her hands, and, still buzzed from their herculean fuck, smiled warmly back at him. Then she nodded. "I think so! I have been...fertile ever since I heard that Elhoel had been impregnated..." She looked back down at Roger's prick...the prick that had impregnated Elhoel. "I was told by my Mages that I have been ripe ever since Elhoel became with child..."

Roger thought it best to just let the last statement hang, especially since she held what had impregnated Elhoel in the first place in her wickedly claw-armed hands!

Then she looked up at him again, still smiling sweetly, and her hands started to manipulate his sloppy meat again. In no time at all she had him jumping and flexing like a new puppy, his swollen meat rigid in her surprisingly talented grasp.

Roger smiled in relief and returned, "Good! I am so glad! I don't think this will be necessary, but there is a repeat clause if this doesn't 'take hold'! Anytime you want me to...repeat my 'service'...anytime!"

Embla chuckled. "I would like that, even if 'it' worked the first time!" Then she turned serious all of a sudden. "I have never had a...Male...affect me like you have! I...I...know you cannot stay with me in Svartalfheim, you will be too distracted by the Sluts from Alfheim. But I want you to stay in Lokin, M'Lord! I want you to...see me again!"

"Of course!" Roger replied as sincerely as he, as any Male in this circumstance, could, "I would love to...meet with you again!"

Embla sighed, "I know you have many responsibilities...and pleasures...with the Guild and all...Just don't forget me..."

Roger gently squeezed the tit he held, "And, you are correct, I must stay in Lokin. From what I have been told, the Dark Lords are planning an attack or something and...Queen Thora says the Guild cannot resist a Dark Lord invasion while also getting revenge on Desiree."

Embla nodded. "Yes, you will have a Drow army to use against Desiree." Then she moved slightly towards him and winced when she flexed her stretched vagina. "You have certainly earned such a reward...and my gratitude! I would be pleased if you would return to me...like Lord Loki did so long ago!"

With all sincerity Roger replied, "THAT I can promise you! Furthermore, you help Gem and I with an army, and I'll be over regularly to..." and he moved his hand to cup her left tit. The still pebbly hard nipple dug into his palm. "...pay you back for your help!" Then he leaned over to kiss the Drow Queen.

Roger enwrapped her back with his powerful arms and pulled her to him, crushing her to his chest, flattening her boobs into pancakes. Abruptly wide eyed, Embla gasped at his power over her as he hauled her in. Once their lips were fused, the rigid Queen hesitated a count before abruptly melting, yielding, to Roger's passion. Soon her eyes closed and she was writhing against his towering, hard body...and prick.

After their lips parted and she reopened her eyes, those bedroom eyes remained.

Roger looked into them, "You know, Baby...er...Queen, you know that promise you gave me?"

Instantly, he noticed, she lost some of that bedroom eyes, her voice sounded a tad sharp, "Promise?"

Always a Queen, Roger thought. "You know, when you said you would blow me..."

Embla hissed, but she kept those bedroom eyes. Roger wasn't sure what that hiss represented.

"You said if I...impregnate you, you would grant me the boon of...a blow job..." He was ready to bolt if he got the wrong reaction from the Drow Queen.

Embla looked down at the fully erect prick jumping in her two clutching hands. Her fingers and forearms with literally dripping with Roger's wadd. She looked back up and gave Roger a sheepish grin, "Uh, I did say I would, didn't I?"

Roger's heart leaped. He hadn't been sure if she had actually promised him oral sex! "Yes, My Queen, you sounded quite...sincere..."

Her eyes momentarily got a far away look in them. Then she mumbled, "Cocksucking! Just like those Guild Elf Sluts!" Then she refocused on Roger's eyes. "I suppose those Guild Elves have sucked...went down on you?"

Now it was Roger's turn to smile sheepishly. "Well, they are so oral..."

"Little cocksucking Sluts!" she interrupted him. "Sucking their horses every chance they get! Living off of spooge they suck out of them! No wonder they could keep you in Asgard! Guild Elves know how to keep a...Man around!"

As if she had made some momentous decision, she looked back at him. "For the future good relations between the Guild and the Drow, in the face of a Dark Lord invasion, I accept you terms, M'Lord! I fully expect the Guild to come to the support of the Drow, if we are attacked..."

Roger just nodded quickly. He hoped he didn't look too boyishly eager!

Embla wasn't finished, "But you tell anybody about my sucking...going down...mouthing you...I will cut your disgusting Male organ off! Do you understand...M'Lord?"

Again silently, quickly and not a little fearfully, Roger nodded.

Embla's bedroom eyes and big smile returned. "Good! Now, to business. I have never...and I repeat, NEVER...even tasted a Man organ before this! Not even Lord Loki's! So, you should consider yourself the most fortunate of...Men! Likewise, you must have patience with me, for I need much instruction. Now, since there are no experienced instructors, such as Guild Elves, around at the moment, you, M'Lord, you will instruct me. Agreed?"

Roger grinned. "Sure! First you need to get used to the...taste. You can taste some of my...left over semen on your hands, if you want, Your Majesty, to see how you like it...er...me!"

Solemnly nodding, she looked down, her eyes widening as she carefully studied all the wormy gunk stuck to and hanging from her hands and forearms. Then her eyes opened further to gawk at his glans, still vividly purple and jumping in her hands.

Looked as big as a Dwarfminer's fist!

Not believing in delaying necessary or unpleasant actions, with her forefinger the Queen caught a swinging strand off the crown of his glans. Holding it up to her face, Embla carefully studied the approximately four inch long strand intently. Then she slid her finger under her nose to sniff at the finger thick 'worm'.

She wrinkled up her nose at it. "Smells strange...musky...Male!" she told him, looking up at him with an angry face when she emphasized the last word.

Roger tried not to smile too much. Even Drow have a thing...against...Men around here. His odor probably pisses her off instinctively! "Taste it! It really won't make you sick..." Roger suggested.

Her eyes crossed on the hanging strand. It didn't look that displeasing, though it had little going for it in the smell department! Nonetheless, she had gone this far and he did give her a Princess...

Her tongue, not as long but certainly as dexterous as a Guild Elf's, shot out, snagged the 'worm', and snapped it up into her mouth...

Roger watched her carefully as she rolled his reproductive protein in her mouth. It struck Roger that at this she didn't look that much different that a Guild Elf tasting him for the first time.

Embla passed the strand from one cheek to the other, rolling the dissolving goo upon her tongue, maximizing the number of taste buds coated. While she did that she looked at Roger, a quite noncommittal expression on her face.

She swallowed it noisily. "Not bad!" she said, again without any hint of satisfaction on her face. "Not that great, either, mind you! But I didn't want to throw up after I swallowed it, so I guess it will pass. The taste does grows on you, I suppose."

Then, suddenly, her head was going down, moving directly towards his cockhead, his always jumping like an excited puppy, now once again drooling in anticipation, grapefruit size knob at the end of his porn-sized prick .

Roger, looking at the back of her head, her bright white locks still perfectly curled (naturally!), couldn't hold down the shit eating grin across his face any longer! "Holy Cow!" he yelled at himself from within his skull, "She was going to do it! The Drow was going down on him!"

Then, as if she heard his all too masculine triumphal thoughts, abruptly her head stopped. Speaking back to him without turning her head, her searing hot cinnamon breath cooking his spooge dripping cockhead now just inches from her maw, Embla added, just one more time, "And if you brag to anyone about this...You just mention this to that cocksucker Queen Thora, or any of your traitorous Guild Elf hussies..."

"I promise! I promise!" Roger replied fast and urgently, needlessly nodding vigorously to her alabaster curls.

He could hear her smug grin at his eager response in her voice, "Good! You'd better!"

Then the Queen's head moved towards his feet once again and, with a mortal moan, Roger closed his eyes as a moist blast furnace swallowed up his pudcap.

Roger finished his moan of absolute Male bliss with the sweetest smile on his face, his eyelids slowly closing when Embla sent her right hand back and slapped his forehead with her palm, instantly sending his head down to the table.

"Wasn't that what Gem did to him to shut him up when she and Chrysoberyl 'did' him back a couple days ago in camp?" Roger thought. But he stayed down, just like in camp, and watched down over his nose as the Queen's white haired head began twisting and bobbing over his partially mouthed meat.

Once she started that, Roger had no desire to raise his head, or do anything else but lay there and let her suck!

Fingernails scratching on the hard wood of the table, trying to sink into the wood as his fingers had sunk into the ground back at that camp, Roger winced dramatically as Embla started not only twisting her red hot mouth around his captured glans, but she also brought her tongue and...Loki help him!...her teeth/fangs into searing play!

He never knew till this moment how good long, sharp fangs felt on a guy's most sensitive part of him...when the girl...er...Elf knew how to use them!

And Embla certainly seemed to know how to use them!

Yet, didn't she say this was her first time?

Fuck it! Roger finally decided as the bliss rapidly rose and his body began to writhe. The pleasure rose so quickly, in fact, that Roger was soon losing control...

If she keeps sucking this hard, he was going to cum, bigtime!

"Uh! Hey, Queen Babe, don't DO that so hard or I'll cum! I warning...I can't...it will...oh! So help me...I'm gonna...in your mouth...OOOOOOOH!"

All the head twisting, mouth sucking, tongue lashing, fang nipping Drow Queen did in response was nod briefly in acknowledgment that Roger was going to cum and that she fully intended to make him!

That virginally eager, red hot moist mouth was too much! "ARG!" roared the god as he felt his nuts gripped by razor sharp claws at just the perfect time.

"Retch!" went the Drow Queen as thick strands of Roger-wadd started spewing out her nostrils and bulging her cheeks.

At that moment Roger started spewing and, even if his life depended on it, couldn't possibly care that he was spewing into Royal head...

Tonhauler hauled a wildly thrashing, sweat dripping, shrilly squealing Gem clean off the examination table and into his arms. Before she could recognize that her position had changed she was sitting in Tonhauler's massive hands, her big buttcheeks oozing assmeat out between his wide spread, sausage thick fingers, her legs hooked over his magnificent, iron breaking arms. His prick inside her hadn't moved at all.

It was the breathlessly wailing Gem that moved...up and down, up and down.

And Gem, powerless in those arms to do anything except to writhe in a veritable frenzy around that horrid, dominate, deliciously belly stuffing Dwarfminer cock, cried tears of humiliation at her all too cooperative submission to the...awesome, most feminine, and most intense deep penetration pleasure stealing her soul and will. Her belly rhythmically swelled and concaved, over and over, while the Dwarfminer effortlessly, overpoweringly, omnipotently raised and lowered her in his arms...thus keeping her widely spread around his upright prick and ruthlessly fully stuffed.

Through tears blurred eyes the Hulk-like beast-possessed Guild Elf ran her formerly dangerous, long and wickedly pointed fingernails impotently over his rock hard, bulging pectorals...hardly making any impression upon those breath-stealing, massively bulging and ultra-defined chest muscles of the towering Dwarfminer. Now, between her forced and strained cries from the brutal violation ecstasy of bottoming out, up to her now bulging navel, upon the monstrous pole, she openly cooed at the display of quite inhuman, yet very Male, musculature before her strained, sweaty face.

Tonhauler had her going but good. With the still visible stump outside her of his Elfbreaker shiny with her dribbling lubricant, the alternating cooing and then shrieking Elf rising and falling with almost no friction around that immobile prick, those impressive Guild Elf boobs bouncing wildly, her cervix rebounding off his cockhead in a strong, hard, relentless rhythm...he effortlessly broke Gem.

Yelping, screaming, writhing hysterically and hopelessly, she felt the delicious bliss of oversized feminine penetration overtake her. There was nothing she could do about it. Held up helpless in his arms, unable to do anything except squeal as her belly, eagerly now, swallowed his hardness to the bottom of her female guts, it was inevitable that once that bastard, sporting as he did a cock the size of the most tall and virile stallion, got her going up and down on it, slick and oh so hot, that she...hell, any Guild Elf...would explode in delicious, enslaving, mind numbing orgasm.

And Gem did. Her screams echoing in the rock walled room, the Dwarfminer bastard just chuckled at her, having seen other 'little females' loose their resistance...their very minds, as he continued to effortlessly raise her and then slam her back down on his unbendable, irresistible cock.

For long, uncounted minutes he kept Gem exploding upon his masterful organ, her wildly stretched, passion pink pussy dribbled streams of her crystal clear, sweet juice down around the all-conquering Dwarfminer organ. He soon had her translucent juices trickling off his thoroughly soaked, huge balls.

Only then did he even consider letting her off the orgasmic hook.

But first, while Gem's eyes were rolled up and she had the sweetest fucked stupid grin on her cherubic face, he looked to his right, at the now furiously masturbating Fairy hovering alongside. "Moonbeam, you slut!" he growled.

The Fairy jerked her head up from watching the defeated Gem's juices running down the stub of Tonhauler's massive cock and dripping off his low hanging balls. Her pussy rubbing hand stopped, but stayed pressed against her stiff little clit. Damn, but watching an Elf ravaged by Tonhauler was hot! Especially if it was a strong willed, powerful Guild Elf babe like Lady Gem!

Fairies are quite the voyeur!

"Yes, Tonhauler...Master!" she squeaked, remembering at the end what the Dwarfminer liked...demanded...of her to call him when he was atop and way, way up in her!

"If you want some cock of yer own tonight, instead of just your hand, follow me...er...us! I've promised my team a little pussy tonight, and for once it won't be just your little ass to spread!" Then he kicked open the doors and walked out into the Underdark holding the howling, eyes rolled up, machine-gun cuming Guild Elf in his arms and wrapped around his meat..

Tonhauler, with a very wet and flushed (Which is what Fairies look like when they are very, very 'worked up'!) Moonbeam buzzing just alongside his nearly square head, carried the noisy Gem upon his omnipotent, indefatigable meat, her rock cracking cries alternating between ear ringing squeals of delicious penile piercing, cockhead-punched-far-up-in-her-feminine-belly forced grunts, and unrestrained, orgasm derived rapturous howls. Smirking down at the helpless Elf, the Hulk-like beast kept her in endless, terminal orgasm as they walked down the corridors of the Underdark past scores of equally smirking, strolling Drow.

It was a good thing that the mindlessly convulsing Gem didn't...couldn't notice the degrading smug smiles on the Drow they passed, smiles that certainly confirmed the black beauties' prejudices towards Guild Elves: Their clear observation of the big assed steedmilker at her best and put in her place...wrapped around Dwarfminer dick!

Some of those Drow even took up Tonhauler's offer, when he turned the rigorously humping and squirming, deeply impaled Gem's buttocks towards them, to take a slap at one of Gem's bulging butt domes as they walked past!

Save for an additional little squeak from the stinging slap of lightning quick black Drow hand off of sweaty, plump and working Guild Elf asscheek, Gem didn't take further notice of the spankings. Her mind smothered in endless waves of fully orgasmic bliss, she couldn't remember anything else. All she could 'notice' as Tonhauler carried her skewered body down the corridor, all she could 'notice' in her machine-gun orgasmic condition, was Tonhauler's evil, wondrous, irresistible prick, stuffing her belly and ruthlessly crushing her willful mind with absolutely thrilling-to-the-core sexual pleasure.

She was still blissfully, and eagerly, exploding around his magnificent organ when they reached another set of double doors some three hundred feet down the Underdark corridor, which Tonhauler immediately kicked open. No sooner were the doors parted than the most raucous sounds of...very Male voices roaring, laughing, cursing filled the Underdark corridor. Accompanying those vociferous sounds of serious, drunken partying came the sour, yeasty smell of ale...strong ale.

Tonhauler strode right in, keeping the still convulsing Gem before him.

Inside was another expansive room carved from the living rock of the mountain atop them. Had to be fifty meters on a side. Inside were eleven more Dwarfminers, each just as expansive, square, and "Hulk"ed as Tonhauler. In their huge mitts each held an Australian beer can thick, hollow horn shaped drinking cup that curved to a point a good half meter from the lip. The horns had to hold a liter or more of fluid. Each horn was sloshing foam and urine colored liquid with each dramatic, uncoordinated, jerking movement of the roaring, gesturing, no doubt drunk Dwarfminer's stein clutching hand.

With Tonhauler's appearance, carrying the stripped and orgasming Gem atop his 'weapon', her beauty and 'condition' quickly created in each roaring, grinning, musclebound beast, almost instantly, a massive, feet long jutting bulge in the front of their animal skin 'kilts'.

Dwarfminers were hardly subtile!

Gem, still squirming and bouncing around most of Tonhauler's Elfbreaker, didn't, couldn't notice the beasts she was being carried to...

Tonhauler walked right into the middle of the room. Then, switching his hand grip from Gem's bulging buns to her miniscule waist, he slowly rotated around a full 360 degrees, showing off her defenseless ass to each of the Dwarfminers.

Those 'tents' began to pulse and jump in response to Gem's most impressive ass being directed at each.

After finishing his display of Guild Elf seating 'talent', Tonhauler roared, "As promised, tonight's entertainment!"

The awesome roar of eleven Dwarfminers together howling the Great Ape call, "OO! OO! OO! OO! OO! OO! OO! OO!", in the relatively confined space of the room was enough to even drive Gem out of her machine-gun cum stupor. Abruptly she was still, 'sitting' upon Tonhauler's unbendable prick, her cervix atop his glans holding her up.

Gem, with an utterly shocked face, looked to her right and left quickly, almost frantically, as the beasts roared around her. Then she looked up at Tonhauler's arrogantly smirking face.

Her quick head shaking "No!" just brought more: " OO! OO! OO! OO!"'s.

"Oh yes!" Tonhauler growled back at the near terrified Guild Elf Commander. Then he flexed his Gem's belly swallowed meat, forcing the Guild Elf's eyelids to lower, almost close, and her upper teeth to sink into her quivering lower lip. He continued, loud enough for all to hear, "I promised my team-members entertainment tonight..." Then he looked up at his teammates from over her blond head, "And have I not delivered!"

Another intimidating, echoing round of " OO! OO! OO! OO!"'s answered him.

Gem only could shake her head feebly, doom written large across her adorable 'little girl' face.

He looked back down at the Guild Elf, "Usually I have only Moonbeam here, my main squeeze, to service my team," Gem unconsciously looked over at the hovering fairy. The sweet little thing, only half as tall as the Guild Elf, had her perfect 'Barbie doll' legs spread wide and one hand gripping, rubbing at her blatantly soaking wet pussy. "But now I have you...and I know how slutty Guild Elves are! I will gain much coup supplying my team with two sluts to service them!"

Gem's fearful face abruptly shadowed, a frown formed on her face. This kind of 'take the Guild Elf for granted' talk was pissing her off!

But Tonhauler wasn't finished. "Besides, I am still looking forward to a blow job! You Guild Elves are so famous for horsesucking, you outta be able to 'deep throat' my meat! Ain't never had any pussy go all the way down on me...except, of course, that other Guild Elf cocksucker, Flare!"

Gem's dainty, nearly invisible blond eyebrows furrowed dramatically with the mention of Flare.

"It was as if he wanted to make her furious at him! Well, if he wanted an angry Guild Elf Commander gnawing on his cock, he can have it!" she thought, glaring at Tonhauler's still smirking face.

Then Gem was rudely distracted from her building fury by ale-stained, hot and humid breath snorting against the back of her neck, followed by a firm, round and...hot lump pressed up between her bulging buttocks! A deep, potent voice moved her curly (Naturally!) blond locks on the back of her head, "This Guild Elf slut's ass called for yet, good buddy?" thundered in her ears.

Suddenly, with a quite audible "hsss!", fear replaced fury on Gem's face as she looked up at Tonhauler. There was nothing now on her face but frantic imploring.

His smirk just broadened as he looked over her head. "Deepdriver, my friend! First called, first served," he bellowed in reply. Then he released her waist and the Guild Elf's head began shaking back and forth again as her filled those hands with horseback developed, Guild Elf buttmeat.

Effortlessly Tonhauler spread Gem's assloaves apart, spreading her deep and dark asscrack until the Dwarfminer behind her could see his target. The bastard didn't stop spreading her until Gem was forced to bark out like a little girl from the stretching of her most private of skin tissues.

With low frequency, high volume chuckling coming from both before her and behind her Gem abruptly felt doom close in, yet again.

That fist sized hot lump of spongy yet firm meat pressed unerringly against her sweaty, clenched closed, defenselessly exposed back pore.

Gem gasped raggedly with the very first contact.

"Don't worry, Elf!" came powerfully from behind her. "You Guild Elves all love it both ways! Just relax and let me in! You're gonna love it!"

The tone of this...this...Male! The certainty of her reaction in that...Male voice! All that arrogant...Male certitude about Guild Elves worked to abruptly fire up her anger once more. As her scowl returned to her face, as she flexed her sphincter with all the will and strength at her command, as she tried to throw darts from her eyes at the arrogantly smirking Tonhauler, Gem felt Deepdriver press his clearly (Naturally!) huge cockhead right against her anal pore.

And keep right on going...

Very quickly Gem realized just how helpless she really was as Deepdriver's drive into her backside found her maximal resistance to his advance no inhibition at all to his intentions. Gem half gasped, half cried out a brief, brisk, brusque "NO!" as her clenched sphincter immediately dilated before the awesome assault of Deepdriver's cockhead.

It was as if she were not resisting at all!

Smooth as going through melted butter, that fist wide glans, without the least hesitation or even slowing, pried apart Gem's backdoor and popped right into her.

Gem could only give out a brief screech...of abject defeat.

Then, again without the least hesitation and accompanied by a long, deep "AAAAH!", the Dwarfminer drove what had to be a good fifteen inches of arm thick shaft into the catatonic Elf's bowels!

Afterward her legs stiff, flexed and spread in a great inverted "V", her jaw dropped, eyes wide, breath caught in her stuffed chest, Gem could only balance herself on the two mighty pricks filling her.

"Told ya'!" Tonhauler said over Gem's head to Deepdriver.

"Yea!" Deepdriver replied, reaching around Gem's ribs to fill his big hands to overflowing with Gem's babyfeeders. "Damn nice set of tits! Wish these Drow I've been fucking after hours had half the rack this slut has! And she has one nice and big and tight ass for fucking, good buddy! Wouldn't mind keeping her for a main squeeze for awhile!"

Gem heard their humiliating comments, but could do nothing. It had been so long since she had accepted...forced to accept two...huge cocks at the same time! She could barely remember...she could hardly think of the last time...thousands of years ago? She had forgotten, or had it driven from her memory, what it had been like the last time! Probably because of the horrible, demeaning, slavish pleasure that was created in her by somehow accommodating two massive Male members within her traitorous, petite body. Now she remembered vividly what being sandwiched between two potent, virile, Male monsters meant to a Guild Elf...hell, any Elf! Now she knew, once again, why Chrysoberyl couldn't...wouldn't escape those Dark Lords! The stuffed sensation was so sublime, so delicious, so wondrous, so...good!

And murderously addictive to an Elf!

"No way, buddy!" Tonhauler replied, not even looking at the pleasure paralyzed Guild Elf dwarfed and pressed between them. "She's mine tonight! You guys can share her holes, but I plan on getting this babe to suck me off, all night long! Just like that other Guild Elf slut, Flare, did! Nothin' better than Guild Elf head!"

"Fine! But let's get off! I'm getting blue balls!"

Tonhauler just nodded, then he looked down at the blank eyed Gem.

Then the two Guild Elf buried Dwarfminers started flexing their towering poles...

And Gem gasped raggedly. Her already bulging belly rhythmically expanded further, then retreated in time with the mutual flexing of Dwarfminer cock. To Gem if felt like those two tube stretching, muscle defeating organs in her were moving her guts...her abdominal organs...around inside her!

Effortlessly!

To her chagrin, it felt so...good! Something...something way, way up inside her about even with her navel...something very special to her body, was being touched, stroked, pressed into, stimulated...set off!...every-time those two beasts flexed their cocks!

For the briefest of moments Gem thought of that spot, way up inside every Elf, that only the longest, biggest phalluses could reach...that Lord Roger reached inside Chrysoberyl to remove the Dark Lord spell...

But the next flexing of Dwarfminer cock far up inside her obliterated both her memories and any rational thinking remaining in her.

Holding her helplessly still by their grips on her rotund buns and jutting tits, the two Dwarfminers looked down on the squirming Elf, smirking in their power, waiting for 'IT' to inevitably happen.

It took only about three flexes...

Abruptly, with a chihuahua-like bark, Gem jumped between them. Then her wide open eyes became flashlights, shooting beams of light against Tonhauler's massive chest.

And the screaming began, shrill, forced and oh so sincere, as Gem started humping, forwards and back, between the two impaling Dwarfminers, rubbing, grinding their cockheads against her ultra-sensitive feminine tissues of her womb and bowels as she exploded for them.

They had reached that 'spot'...

It was devastating...and delicious!

When that spot was stroked Gem's mind had dissolved in a flash of brilliant orgasmic light that had lit up her eyes. As her eye-glow increased, her consciousness dimmed. Her body was now on automatic, the way Loki had originally programmed Elves, especially Guild Elves, when their special kind of 'service' was required of them by powerful, dominating, especially Male, beasts accosting them.

Like Dark Lords raping them...

Or Dwarfminers 'using' them...

It was a way for them to survive when they had no choice but submit to huge Dark Lord cocks...to maintain their sanity after loosing a fight with a Dragon.

To turn off their willful, Male hating minds when their 'traitorous' bodies were about to enjoy said evils...and thoroughly placate the beasts ravaging them.

And it was working brilliantly on Gem just then.

Both Dwarfminers, standing spread legged and still, moaned appreciatively as Gem, squealing and humping like a schoolgirl cuming around a prick for the first time, thrashed bestride a collective meter of Dwarfminer organ. Then, seconds later, both Dwarfminer's stopped moaning and began wincing, vividly.

Gem was cuming...violently and continuously...and her guts were acting just like Lord Loki wanted Guild Elf guts to act when He was driving them into bliss beneath Him. Gem's tubes, stuffed as they were with massive Male organ, began a powerful sucking, squeezing, milking of the now two unmoving pricks so far up her!

And, with the expert stimulation of Gem's girl guts clamping down on their formerly triumphant organs, both Dwarfminers rapidly lost control of their own sexual equipment in a very few minutes...

Gem, though very near unconscious between her ears, nonetheless broke out in a little smile when both her 'mates' roared and dramatically clutched various parts of her nubile anatomy as their buried cocks started jumping way, way up in her. But the jumping was uncoordinated, unbidden, not conscious on the Dwarfminers' part.

It wasn't their choice that sent their poles a-jumping!

No, it was her magnificent internal tubes who where masterfully milking both Dwarfminers into out of control spewgasm! It was the 'defeated' Gem who was ordering the two towering Dwarfminers to obey her...to fertilize her!

It took only a minute further of Male delightful organ milking/sucking to send the now quite helpless Males, towering in muscular magnificence though they were, into screaming like little babies and spewing quarts of spooge into the bottomless pit of semen collection that was Gem's belly. Like over-muscled nitwits they screeched and yelped and ejected loads of wadd that would put a porn star to shame!

Gem's little smile widened as her belly swelled with Dwarfminer wadd, and her endlessly working guts continued to suck every drop of testicular protein out of the helpless and defeated Men supposedly 'using' her! Soon her bowels, now flooded with wormy man-goo, were growling to echo off the rock walls.

And still her 'victims' shrilly, spasmodically, powerfully erupted way, way up in her.

Unseen and unnoticed by the two Dwarfminers and one Guild Elf, Moonbeam had been hovering just outside the arm's reach of Tonhauler, watching wide eyed and hand buried in twat how Gem lost, and then won, her contest with the two Dwarfminers.

She had just wished to herself that she could master Tonhauler as well as Gem was just doing when another massive, sausage sized fingered hand abruptly wrapped around her waist! With a shrill squeak Moonbeam was yanked right out of midair.

She found herself facing another Dwarfminer. A Dwarfminer who she recognized...who had 'used' her in the past! A Dwarfminer whose Fairy-sticker was quivering, iron bar hard, just under pussy and between her still wide spread thighs!

"Tonhauler will be busy using that slutty Guild Elf for awhile," Rockcrusher growled into Moonbeam's, typical for a Fairy in 'me so horny' mode, worried looking face. "So, I need a little appetizer first, don't you agree?" And he pressed the Fairy's bald, wet, and parted pussy down upon his big, firm purple glans.

Moonbeam closed her eyes in bliss, and cooed in the way she knew Dwarfminer's, especially Rockcrusher, loved to hear out of her and her sisters when they were sitting on Dwarfminer meat. She was immediately rewarded by an even lower pitched growl from the Dwarfminer and a gush of precum right into her spread and already soaked pussy. The unneeded lubricant felt wonderful to Moonbeam, nonetheless, in its hot, slimy texture oozing and flowing between her already slippery and floppy (for a Fairy) elongated labia.

She glowed up at him, her smile grateful, displaying her eagerness to accommodate his 'needs'.

He grinned down at the openly horny Fairy who was openly displaying her willingness and availability to him, an attitude which was typical of Moonbeam and her Fairy sisters when around aroused Dwarfminers, and pulled the Fairy down over his organ by his grip on her waist.

Moonbeam's eyes popped open as his ridiculously oversized cockhead spread her Fairy cunt. And spread. And spread.

Moonbeam saved her voice for when that apple sized glans finally, and without much actual difficulty for Rockcrusher nor real discomfort for the well 'broken-in" Moonbeam, popped into her, outlining itself in perfect relief in her wildly stretched out belly. Moonbeam then let loose with a crystal cracking squeal as the Dwarfminer, from long experience with her and her sisters, confidently pulled her hardly two foot long body down around the rest of his masculine monstrosity.

When he finished she looked like a flesh colored, Fairy shaped prophylactic wrapped very tightly around his massive meat.

Moonbeam literally beamed back at Rockcrusher her true joy at being allowed to 'accommodate' Dwarfminer cock again!

Then the Dwarfminer pulled her about a foot back up his cock, only to pull her back down. Immediately he repeated the action, only a little faster.

He continued, only speeding up the cycle time until the shrieking Fairy was a blur, flying up and down around that cock and cuming her little brains out. He used her as a masturbation sleeve...

Just as Fairies like it...

As Moonbeam was doing her shrill duty to Rockcrusher, a quivering, whining 'Lady' Gem was being dismounted from the two Dwarfminers she had just 'serviced'. No sooner than the two syrupy pops announced that Tonhauler and Deepdriver, both with noticeably smaller testicles, had finished, for the time being, with her female openings than two more Dwarfminers, grinning like Cheshire Cats, stepped up, their hands taking up the grips on the hardly conscious Guild Elf that the previous two Dwarfminers had taken.

Gem's little birdlike yelp when both callous beasts violated her two widely stretched openings at the same time couldn't come close to matching Moonbeam's wild screams as she flew up and down Rockcrusher's sixteen inch pole. However, her eyes lighting up again when her two new 'mates' managed to both bottom out within her at the same time, those flashlight-like beams illuminating the far wall for all to see, spoke volumes more on the effect of Dwarfminer sandwich-fuck upon Guild Elf Commanders.

She was helpless in their hands, convulsing vigorously and well on the way to another series of mind crushing, machine-gun, double-penetration forced orgasms when the unknown, and most well hung Dwarfminer in her pussy rolled upon his back, forcing the compliant Guild Elf to kneel around him, straddling his hips. Then the snorting, chuckling Male beast oh-so-far up her butt pulled not at all gently on her hair, keeping her upright on her knees.

"Why?" she thought as fiery bliss again shot up her straight spine as the skewering cocks inside her began to flex, and then thrust, forcing her, still under the influence of the libidoblade intoxication and Moonbeam's clit poison, into another drunken sex bout with these...sexy and virile Dwarfminers! Somehow the thought of taking on, and exploding for, a pair of horny, horsehung, over-muscled and testosterone overdosed Males didn't seem as bad as it had an hour before!

"Dwarfminers kind of grow on you!" she thought as she looked up, over the prostrate Dwarfminer before her, to see the shadow of yet another Hulk-like Dwarfminer stepping up, spreading his legs wide to avoid stepping on the guy on his back way up in her pussy.

The guy at her back, with more freedom of movement, was smoothly, effortlessly stroking his meat in and out of her anus and rectum in nearly foot long strokes by now. The burning from the friction between his rock hard meat and her tender, forced apart tissues drove her lusts ever higher. And the lustier she became, the more the desire in her grew to...serve, accommodate, please these potent, very Male beasts!

Then she saw the cock come into focus, the glans right before her suddenly fascinated face. Her eyes crossed, keeping the purple head in firm focus as it came on, aiming, it seemed, at her little pointed nose.

Only when the cockhead stopped, inches from her nose, did she look up...

Tonhauler!

Tonhauler was back!

She wanted to moan...

Instead she looked back down at his cock staring her in the face and she licked her lips, real nervously!

"Oh, Loki be damned!" she screamed at herself as she felt her sweet drool run down her chin. "How slutty can you be, Gem?"

She heard chuckles from all around her. Instantly she realized that nearly every Dwarfminer there, every Dwarfminer she was expected to 'entertain' this night, was gathered around her, watching her defilement.

Being leered at by chuckling Males intent on using her next, instead of generating her familiar anger at lecherous Males, actually increased the very feminine lust surging up her spine.

Her eyes sparkled as she took in the...sincerely delicious looking cockhead thrust into her face.

"You want to suck it, like you promised?" Tonhauler said down to her, entirely too loudly.

A chorus of guffaws, chuckles, and lecherous moans surrounded her. Then she heard the: "Oh yea!" "Choke her good!" "Guild Elves really love giving head!" "I'm next!" "I've got a big load for her!" "Come outta her ears!"

With their words even more hot passion filled her. She managed to look up at him, a little smile on her flushed face, "Promised? What did I promise?" she teased/flirted.

Tonhauler's cock bobbed, precum swinging from the tip. "You promised me to suck me..." he gasped, hot and agitated himself. "You said you wanted to swallow me...swallow me and my cum...like that other Guild Elf slut, Flare!"

Gem's teenaged flirt smile never wavered. "Did I say that? Are you sure? Why do you think I'd do that?"

The two Dwarfminers already buried in her began to stroke faster, the one in her pussy going deeper, bouncing off her cervix, crushing her clit with each upstroke.

It was having its affects upon her...

Her smile weakened a bit.

With a growl Tonhauler grabbed Gem by her blond, perfectly curled (Naturally!) Elf hair in one hand, then took his drooling prick in the other. "You promised me! You're not going to back out now!" Then he pulled her head forward and pressed his messy cockhead against her face. He ran his meat over her face, milking it as he went, leaving long, thick, coiled worms of Manstuff across her. "You're going to suck me...suck me off and swallow it...just like you promised...just like that slut Flare did! You Guild Elves are all alike. Just like the Drow say, 'Don't trust a Guild Elf!'"

Gem didn't try to avoid the facial spooging. One whiff of his rank and potent cum and her head spun and her pussy starting squeezing the cock so far up it. She moaned unconsciously...moaned like a love starved slut...like a Guild Elf Commander suffering from libidocrystal intoxication.

More chuckling came from the others as she moaned again, then flashed her tongue out to start lapping up Tonhauler's cum from her besmirched face and his drooling glans.

"What a cum sucking slut!" "Let me in there! I'll give her something to lap up!" "Oh, Loki! I gotta get me one of those Guild Elves of my very own!" come from the audience and everyone's lust meter jumped an entire point.

"Oh please!" Gem suddenly whined, moaning between each word. "Oh please! Let me...make me...I want to suck you...cum...I want you to cum...I want to make you cum...in my mouth...throat...everywhere!"

With an intense animal growl Tonhauler pressed his cockhead right against the Guild Elf's lips, "Then do me! Do me like Flare did! Swallow me like Flare did! Do it!"

With a last whining moan Gem opened her mouth wide and engulfed Tonhauler's glans in one gulp. Instantly she moaned again, in culinary bliss, and drool ran down her chin. "He tastes so good!" she wailed inside her cock filled head.

Then her long pointed ears where grabbed by their tops, and Gem immediately knew what Tonhauler was going to do. Tilting her head up and relaxing her throat, she meekly let the brute drag her head towards him...

His meat slid right down her throat...

Her neck swelled impressively. She choked a couple of times and Tonhauler had the politeness to stop while she recomposed herself. But otherwise it was his long, fat cock sliding down Guild Elf, horsecock trained throat.

To the very bottom. He pressed her nose against his rock hard lower belly. And Gem sucked on the wide and oval base of his meat...

Eagerly!

"Ah yes!" Tonhauler moaned while grinding Gem's face against his abdominals, listening to her choking with a big smile of satisfaction. Then he released her completely and said, "Now do me! Do me good! And I'll give you the biggest load you've ever drunk! At least that was what that slut Flare told me once she cleared her throat!"

With another choking gag Gem began pulling back, sucking on the delicious meaty shaft as it appeared from out of her mouth on her retreat. When she was halfway back, her hands wrapped around his slick shaft and started beating him powerfully. By the time her teeth backed up against the broad crown of his cockhead, his entire prick was jumping, threatening to knock her teeth out.

Then she went back down, swallowing his meat relentlessly, eventually making her hands release his shaft. This time she ground her own face against the moaning Tonhauler's abdominals.

When she pulled back this time she stopped at the end of his cock and started gnawing and nursing vigorously on his maximally swollen and flushed cockhead, twisting her blond head around and around the trapped meat.

Tonhauler's knees nearly buckled. He did moan like the mortally wounded. "Damn!" he growled to the others. "This bitch sucks better than the first one! I can't hardly hold back!"

Then Gem one spit-wet hand and grabbed his left nut!

"AAAAHHH!" roared the now doomed Tonhauler. He grabbed her again by the ears, and hauled her back down his cock until he was grinding her nose against him. Her newly freed other hand captured his other nut.

Up and down that jumping meat Tonhauler hauled Gem's head, making her repeatedly deep throat him, forcing noisy and disgusting gags and slurps from her, fucking her throat...

The two other Dwarfminers, feeling her tubes starting the squeezing and milking of their cocks that indicated the Elf's multiple orgasms, took up a hard, fast, deep fuck of their own. Deep and hard, with ever increasing speed, they jabbed and thrust up the Guild Elf Commander's gripping and soaked womanholes, driving themselves as much as the Elf they were trying to dominate into eruption. Gem's belly was swelling now each time she accepted both organs, and her belly sucked in when the two Dwarfminers tried to withdraw. Her cock holding tubes were sucking for the two other Dwarfminers' loads as vigorously, and competently, as Gem's horse trained throat.

Gem was now in delirium...in bliss...as she forced THREE hunky Dwarfminers into not only her body but also into their, as well as hers. well deserved, well made, and definitely, by her, desired spewgasms.

And then, with two rock shuddering growls, the two Males sandwiching her could no longer hold back...they spewed red hot pints of wadd, simultaneous, into her guts, planting millions of potential babies into the Guild Elf. Of such force, copiousness, and impassioned heat were their eruptions into her that they effortlessly forced Gem over the edge.

Gem tried to scream around the cock buried in her throat as the delicious waves of renewed, pure pleasure struck her. Then her claws extended from her ball mauling hands...

With her next orgasmic convulsion those claws sank into Tonhauler's babymakers...

Tonhauler squealed like a stuck pig, reaching notes Gem thought hulky Dwarfminers couldn't.

Then he simply spewed down her throat...

The screaming Gem's eyes abruptly popped open as her throat, from the bottom, appeared to swell even further. The swelling rose up her cock stuffed neck steadily until it disappeared into her lower jaw...Then two inch thick, coiled ropes of slightly off-white eggwhite spewed from her flared nostrils to stick to her jutting tits nearly two feet below. Immediately another jet exited each opening of her nose while her cheeks popped out, giving her the appearance of having the mumps.

Only Elves don't get the mumps...

Tonhauler, lost in out of control spewgasm, had the consideration to release Gem's ears when she frantically tried pulling her cum filled head back off his jumping, shooting meat. She came off his hugely swollen, red and jumping cock with a choking pop and immediately let a torrent of half coagulated manchowder pour out her open mouth to hang in long, tacky strands from her chin as she desperately tried to get some air, instead of cum, into her lungs.

After a couple of deep breaths she noticed Tonhauler's meat bobbing frantically before her nose and her hands quickly left his probably ruined nuts the start beating that spit soaked shaft. She beat him twice, sending both her cock clutching hands up to his glans and back to his cock base each time, before she watched the slit at the end of the cockhead, the slit aimed at the upper part of the bridge of her nose, right between her eyes, dramatically widen and yet another cup of man-cream erupt in a rocketing jet right against her forehead.

Hot and greasy, the already coagulating reproductive protein drooled in a thick sheet down to her eyebrows when yet another easily cup sized spurt of spooge replaced it on her forehead.

As Gem kept eagerly beating him, Tonhauler kept spewing into Gem's face. The impact of Dwarfminer cum against eagerly jacking Guild Elf forehead suddenly was echoing off the walls in the, now, silent room. Every eye was fixed on where the Guild Elf Commander was jacking off the Dwarfminer's prick, taking every gooey spurt into her face, while two more Dwarfminers helplessly and noisily emptied themselves into her nether regions.

Gem's tongue extended and whipped her flooded eye sockets free of obscuring semen, then dragged the gooey mess into her maw. To no avail, however, for no sooner did her eyes open than Tonhauler, with excellent aim, flooded them again with fresh man-goo.

But Gem couldn't believe how good Tonhauler now tasted! Even though it was strong, rank, and unusually slimy, she relished swallowing the stuff. Like liquified oysters, Tonhauler's wadd slid more than swallowed down her throat.

She knew under different circumstances she would be barfing all over him. But these were different circumstances...libidocrystal intoxication and all.

So she beat him with diligence and lapped up all the disgusting goo her prehensile tongue could reach.

But Tonhauler was a Dwarfminer. And Dwarfminer's had big, bad balls and didn't get the opportunity to unload them into female guts very often. Gem had heard myths of how much Dwarfminer's could unload...

And now she believed them! She soon realized that Tonhauler could spew way more testicular gunk than Gem could lap up, and, inevitably, relentlessly, Gem lost the battle. Soon none of her beautiful facial features could be made out from the foaming, sliding, drooling mess o' Tonhauler coating the Guild Elf Commander's face to three or more inches.

Still she continued to jack him and lap at his rank, thick, greasy, wadd...

She had promised him, after all!