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.

36. Janey, wife of Roger when back on Earth,

Janey, wife of Roger when back on Earth, and who continued to consider herself wife of the new Lord Loki while she is presently in Lokin, tossed and turned on the bed in her room in Desiree's Castle. Even though she was nearly half of a head taller than Cassiopeia, who was around two inches taller still than Flare, she looked lost in the expanses of the Desiree standard, typically megalomaniacally dimensioned bed.

The bed had to be a good ten feet long, and at least as wide! The mattress was just so firm, with just the proper softness and give, and was easily a foot thick. So much bed accessories, too: bed covers, thick blankets, and, finally, bed sheets...those thin silky wisps of nothing that were the last items directly against her usually naked body...those almost transparent linen, made from the most slick, cool, nearly frictionless yet gently coarse material she had ever experienced and that seemed to be able to arouse her flesh for the entire evening just by laying on them...

She seemed to get lost in that bed.

Not only the silky sheet covers but, it now seemed, everything in this place seemed to turn her on! At first, it had only been the physical presence of Desiree, and her "magick", that could make her bright passion pink nipples erect into almost painful stiffness and send that equally passion pink, tight slash between her full thighs into embarrassing flood, making her clit poke out from between her elongating and willingly spreading labia.

She could certainly attest to how easily Desiree could make a woman...randy! Just by looking at her in that 'special' way...with those red glowing eyes!

And, having that 'cock', Desiree could take care of Janey's 'needs' once the Human had been suitably 'worked up'! Janey had to be honest with herself...she had been enjoying getting her 'needs' worked out with...under...Desiree!

But Desiree had been too busy of late to deal with Janey's 'needs'. So the Aesir had delegated that responsibly to others...

What bothered Janey in any case was there were no one to 'get off' with around this place who had the right...the proper...'equipment'! Everyone here was a woman...Elf actually, and only one of them had anything that resembled a proper...man organ!

Cassiopeia didn't count, either! That distorted, monstrous clit might feel...feel like a cock...a damned big cock! But it didn't count! It didn't...couldn't shoot his 'stuff' into you and, to Janey, that was one of the most important parts.

Making him shoot into you!

Besides, while it might be oh so easy to get 'relief' of some kind from that endless magick-created, relentless damned...horniness plaguing her seemingly hourly since she had found herself around Desiree, but, without the Aesir, she would have to get it from a female for every damned Elf in this place was female...AND a card carrying lesbian!

And she was no lesbian! She might be guilty of getting her physical 'needs' taken care of in this warped place around a magick wielding transsexual's cock, and becoming a 'size queen' from doing so at that, but she was definitely no lesbian!

Then Janey blushed in the dark, quiet room. She remembered, so long ago, when an innocent Roger...Oh was she going to give him a piece of her mind when she finally runs him down!...tried to get her to go to that lesbian's gym so he could watch her make out with another woman ! Well, let him watch me now! She's surrounded by lesbians! And all of them unrelentingly aggressive dykes!

"And I'm still no dyke, Roger my dear!" she whispered into the dark. "And I'm not going to become one, either!"

Then she blushed again. Oh, she had 'relations' with some of these lesbians! Can't avoid them coming on to you, around here! They do anything...everything here they can to turn you on! It's relentless...seductive...and effective! She's horny more times than not and she was sure whatever they were using on her was intended to make it easy for these disgusting dykes with the long ears to score...with her!

And, whether she wanted to admit it or not, they had scored: On the wrestling mat; in the baths; atop the ramparts; anywhere an Elf could trap her...

Admit it Janey! She ruefully thought, some of those times you hadn't escaped, deliberately had not avoided their traps you saw coming, because you got too tired of dealing with the horniness, of saying no to those...beautiful creatures who were so eager to have you...to 'do' you! After a while you just didn't want to escape...

And those last few times, she had to admit to herself, that even against her initial will, she had enjoyed their lesbian advances...and conquests!

Everything here in Desiree's Castle just made her so hot!

And all of the little females were so eager to get laid, by either gender!

Abruptly the thought popped into her head: Since so many of these Elves were trying to get to her, seemed so damned horny themselves, was Roger getting 'some' from the Elves around him?

Her next thought was, "He better not be!"

Her anger rose as she thought about how weak and faithless men were around such...delicious sex dolls like these Elves...especially Roger!

Then the vision popped into her head of Roger in the view disk with one of those hussies on each side of him! They were not having intercourse, technically, with him, true! But...what did Desiree say that one time? "Guild Elves will suck off anything...including their horses! A mere Human Male would be no problem keeping in line with their oral talents!"

As a matter of fact she didn't actually see all of Roger's cock in that view disk! His most favorite body part on him was never outside of one of those sluts' mouths long enough for her to see it all! Just the stump of the base still outside their mouths.

That mouth stretching, much thicker than she remembered it, base of his cock not (yet) swallowed by one of those cocksuckers!

She didn't know what was worse about this place:

1) Those home-wrecking, petite and always in shape, deliciously built and consummately (male or female) head turning, long eared sex-mad monsters with faces out of a high school cheerleader year book, bodies that belonged in a hentai comix, and who could inhale your man's dick faster than you can say 'no' to oral sex!

2) Or the fact that these same man enslavers actually preferred pussy!

Hers!

But she was no lesbian! And Roger better not ever suggest she make it with another woman, Elf or not, ever again!

Not after she has had to deal with the lesbians running around in this place!

Then she thought of Desiree, and her...organ. No helping it, 'magick' generated or not, a surge of very feminine lust went up her spine. "Now that was a penis!" she hissed.

Janey could still remember how far up her it went...each time Desiree had boinked her! She smirked, "Let Roger get a good look at what Desiree is hauling around...to put into me!...and let his silly male ego drop a couple of notches!" she quietly added to the still air of the dark room, imagining the look on his face when he peeked in on her to find her loudly and completely submitting to Desiree's huge...prick!

Would serve him right!

And that was what being with and under Desiree was...complete feminine submission! No polite conversation, no negotiations, no nothing but drop her skirt, thrust that...she hadn't seen a cock so long and thick even in porno movies!...into her face, and order her...ORDER HER!...on her back!

She understood that there was something...religious about how the Elves around here looked at, and reacted to, Desiree's 'equipment'. And that was all they had to do in order to get hotter than a rocket! That was all Desiree needed to do to get expert and very enthusiastic Elf service, just have one of these pointy eared bimbos just look at her unleashed cock!

Those little divinely built sluts were the easiest lays Janey had ever seen...even when she recalled some of her friends from High School or what she had seen on Oprah! Talk about size queens! Just one look at that cock and they were literally on their backs, legs wide!

Maybe she should be more understanding of Desiree when she came on to her so strongly...Desiree really seemed to think that every female reacted like Elves to the vision of her penis in their faces!

And, to Janey, that attitude Desiree had got damn old, quick!

But, once past that hurdle Desiree didn't seem to lack any other 'talents', Janey thought, sighing dreamily and then blushing again in the dark room at her very wistful, and evil, thoughts about Desiree...naked. She had to admit, that hung bitch could 'do' a girl!

She shook her head, trying to throw out the visions that again filled her mind whenever she thought of Desiree: Flat on her back, save for her legs up over her, head tossing back and forth as she screeched up at the smirking Aesir (whatever that was!) plowing her with the biggest dick in the Universe! The delicious fullness was maddening, enslaving, addicting! Helplessly, unable to stop Desiree's mad, inhuman penetration anyway, she could feel her guts, her womb, being pushed up towards her chest!

And THAT felt so incredibly good! She had never felt anything so good, so gratifying, so deliciously feminine as letting (as if she really had a choice!) that horse hung megalomaniac mount her! And she wanted Desiree on top of her again!

Just like every Elf here did!

"I guess I've gotten used to this madhouse," she softly said, wondering again how such a outrageously dimensioned organ could give her so much pleasure...and that was what that cock gave her, pure blissful pleasure. She thought nothing else mattered if Desiree was around, with that bulge in her skirt, giving her that look.

Once that organ was inside her, and moving, there was nothing but bliss...

And with no pain or the inevitable bodily damage that, on Earth, would have instantly accompanied her admitting such an outrageous organ into her! It made no sense, enjoying a...a...Beast that forced itself upon her, whenever the thought struck her, and, on top of all that, the prick gave Janey the most outrageous orgasms!

And for as long as Desiree wanted to! There had been evenings, and mornings, and afternoons when Desiree had used her for hours, leaving her sweaty and convulsing sprawled across her bed, or wrestling mat, or throne, or anywhere she had wanted to use Janey...for a good half hour after being done with the Human woman.

And Janey had seen the Monster use other girls...Elves...the same way! Leaving them the same way, with the same stupid grin on their faces!

They sure didn't act like lesbians under Desiree!

Well, those little Elves weren't real, after-all! You could mistreat ghosts shaped like Playboy fold-outs before they had gotten out of High School all you wanted without hurting them. They were too perfect, and too nice to big cocks, to be REAL! Furthermore, did those little bimbos love such mistreatment!

That's not REAL!

But Desiree's cock hadn't...didn't hurt her, either. "And I'm real!" she argued with herself.

Not only was the physical dimensions of the organ outrageous, but so was the sensation, the strength of the signals bombarding her mind when copulating under and around Desiree. The perceptions were heightened, made more intense in Lokin (Or maybe just Desiree's Castle since she hadn't been outside the place.). Way more intense, more extreme sensations existed here from being penetrated than she could ever imagine when back on Earth...

Then she smiled with not a little smugness, "Especially when, back on Earth, she was receiving a cock under half the size of what had been...fucking her here!"

And when she came! Over and over and over...for hours it seemed, she convulsed and screamed and begged for it to end and then begged for it to never end! Never had she come even close to the lung emptying, leg flexing, womb stirring orgasms that Desiree forced upon her when she drove impossibly deep, making her belly bulge from the inside (That sensation alone was worth the price of admission to this crazy-house called Lokin!), and then proceeded to plow into her womb until Janey could reason, talk coherently, think clearly no more!

That was why she stayed here with Desiree, and put up with all those lesbians! She could not image cuming for any 'lover' back on Earth like that!

But she was no lesbian!

Then the towering, thick oak door to her bedroom opened...

Instantly, before even getting her head turned to the door, Janey thought with a wild thrill surging through her, "Desiree!"

The figure standing in the open doorway, vividly outlined by the lamp in the hall outside her room, had a quite inhuman hourglass figure, alright.

Desiree had an impressive hourglass figure.

But the figure in the doorway was hardly as tall as Desiree, or even Janey. As the figure stepped in, Janey then saw the long, pointed ears.

An Elf!

Wearing a loose, diaphanous gown that let most of the light from the hallway lamps go right through, vividly outlining the Elf's truly luscious figure, the Elf stepped in and closed the door behind her.

At once she disappeared into the gloom. Tense seconds passed as Janey almost desperately tried to adjust her eyesight to the darkness...to be able to find the stranger. Then, slowly, the lamp on the wall alongside the door brightened, its flame enlarging, showing the Elf, nearly fully on her tiptoes, turning the wick up with her back to the bed.

Janey, likewise with the room semi-illuminated, reached over to the night-stand at her head and turned up the little lamp there. Then she caught herself staring...at the Elf's deep cracked ass as she stood on her toes.

As the Elf started turning around, Janey shook her head to drive the sudden image that had jumped into her head with the vision of that deeply shadowed asscrack: What it would be like having those full, round, and firm buns wrapped around her face!

She reminded herself while glancing at the lamp: I am not a lesbian!

When she looked back at the Elf now facing her, she recognized the figure immediately. She gasped, "Flare!" Her opponent in so many 'sex-wrestling' matches for Desiree's benefit, and entertainment! The Flare that defeated her in front of Roger's image in the disk!

The Flare that had arrogantly fisted her into orgasms nearly as intense and mind dissolving at Desiree's Cock!

The Flare who...took her before her Roger's eyes!

Flare, with those superhuman reflexes, stopped immediately upon Janey's gasp. Then, locking her eyes with Janey's, she smiled, sincerely, at the wide eyed Human.

Janey gawked at the figure, looking at it as if for the first time. Her heart-rate sped up as she roamed the Elf's beauty. She had to remind herself that she wasn't a lesbian...

"But did it make her a lesbian because she could...appreciate beauty?" she told herself.

And Flare was a beauty! Besides the aforementioned hourglass figure and bulging, deep cracked butt, she presented to Janey, through her quite transparent gown, a pair of breasts the most...beautiful Janey had ever seen since her last time in a high school girls shower. Firm, smooth, perfectly conical, they were just slightly too large for her frame...unless it was Roger admiring them! Each jutted far out from her chest, each capped by a virginal, cone-shaped 'puffy' nipple of light red, though distinctly not a 'virginal' pink color.

Color that almost glowed in the lamplight.

Janey's eyes dropped, taking in the Elf's typically flat and firm tummy, visually unrivaled in the glossy flesh descending towards her hips. Her navel was the only blemish, perfectly round and deeply shadowed. Her hips were, like her bosom, just slightly too wide for her height...

Janey had a momentary pang of competitive fear when she naturally came to the conclusion that those hips, more so than any Human female's, were made to be ridden...by a towering Human male!

Like Roger?

But Janey's eyes hastily went on, dropping to Flare's hairless mons veneris reflecting the lamplight and looking like it was jutting far out from that flat stomach. But, having ridden it herself, Janey knew it didn't reach out nearly that far.

Just enough to grind your clit off on it!

Then the Elf's vagina, its foremost part, caught Janey's eye. Absolutely smooth (Naturally!) and sparkling with her dew, it betrayed her tightly set, slightly elongated labia.

Abruptly Janey was taken by Flare's labia. She had never been...that way...towards another female's labia before! But suddenly, for no explicable reason, she felt that old feeling fire up again in the pit of her stomach...almost like when she stared at Desiree's cock!

She could see the Elf's little but dramatically exposed clit peeking through from between those nether lips. She remembered tasting it when she managed to defeat Flare in the wrestling match that Roger had seen...

She remembered the heat of that hardly more than a half inch long little pebble when she had caught it between her lips...

She remembered the slick, hot, wet feelings of the Elf's pussy wrapped around her lower face when she sucked off that clit...

She remembered the taste...the sweet and cinnamon taste...of Flare's feminine juices as the Elf squirmed upon her face, forced into orgasm and defeat by Janey's powerful suck...

Strange, she had not recalled until this very moment, with her staring at the Elf's sweet pussy, that Flare had tasted so good that night!

But I am not a lesbian!

As if the Guild Elf had been giving the Human enough time to check out her openly displayed charms, Flare interrupted Janey's gawking, "I hope I'm not disturbing you."

With a jerk of her head, Janey looked up at the still sweetly smiling Elf. "Uh, no! Not at all! I was...awake already!"

Flare carefully stepped forward. "I don't normally barge in on Hum...er...people like this, but this could be our last night here, in Lokin. And Desiree is away making preparations with Cassiopeia for our...adventure!"

She stopped, about three feet from Janey's head and the bed, then looked down at the floor in great timidity. "I'm all alone tonight..." she almost whispered before popping her head up at Janey and gasping, "...and I'm so very lonely...Guild Elves are afraid when they are lonely...alone...and I am not used to being alone at night..." Looking back down, fidgeting with her outrageously clear gown, twisting her lush little body on one foot, she looked like a shy little teenager with adorable long pointed ears.

Suddenly Janey panted, her entire upper body and head growing warm, flushed. That smell was back, that sweet cinnamon odor, wafting around her head, making her all hot...'hot' in that way...the 'way' she really wasn't supposed to be...'hot' all over. But looking at that delicious creature she abruptly couldn't think of anything better than having that Elf...in bed with her!

Quite audibly, Janey gasped as another sensation rushed through her, an emotion not felt for a very long time.

Not since she had been a teenager, a virginal schoolgirl, sleeping with another teenaged girl for the first time...

Their first explorations with each other. Her first experience with sexual pleasure...

Then Flare raised her head all of a sudden and her eyes captured Janey's wide open eyes like a steel trap. No longer shy, reticent, the Elf directly, blatantly, demandingly asked in a quick, wickedly soft and intimate voice, "Can I sleep with you tonight? Please?" Then Flare's little girl demeanor, and that sweet smile, returned.

With the ever stronger smell of cinnamon swirling around her head, Janey spoke automatically, without thinking beforehand about who Flare really was and the situation Janey was really in. "Of course!" she replied in an unintended husk through a Death Valley dry throat.

Almost jumping for joy...just like a schoolgirl...Flare shrugged off her gown and, deliciously and murderously ("To a male" Janey had to add.) nude, she climbed into Janey's bed.

Janey was already laying near the edge so Flare's hot, sweet smelling body had to press right into hers to get on the bed.

Janey nearly gasped as the Guild Elf expertly and naturally folded her shorter frame right up against Janey's front. The smile on the Elf's face as she closed her eyes as if in sudden luscious comfort just being in bed with her captured Janey's heart.

She almost felt like crying, looking at the sweet thing pressed up against her, smiling like a child.

An incredibly well built and sexy child!

And, also, pressed up against Janey was the right description! On their sides, facing each other, the Elf was a full head shorter than Janey so she tucked her face right up against Janey's shoulder. Those perfectly conical and firm boobs pressed into her own, even larger though much more pear shaped udders.

Janey felt her nipples explode into ultra-sensitive erection under Flare's breast's assault. Then, as if an optical illusion, she got a glance at some sparkling stuff out of the corner of her vision drifting down and around her head like Flare's solidified cinnamon breath. It seemed there for only a moment...but at the time it sure seemed real.

Janey rested her left hand on Flare's warm, smooth waist. She caught herself staring at her hand, watching it, entranced, as her fingers tested the Guild Elf's taut flesh, moving up and down the edge of her waist.

Flare sighed so sweetly when she did that!

In turn the Human panted suddenly and embarrassingly loudly, her eyes now gawking at the Elf's incredibly flat, smooth, and...firm belly. The navel looked so deep, Flare's belly so flat, that her navel resembled a bottomless lake in the middle of absolutely virginal tundra.

"That feels good!" Janey heard the almost child-like voice from under her chin. She looked down and saw Flare, eyes looking back up, again, like a schoolgirl's, a big smile on her delicious face.

Janey smiled in return, and, helplessly it seemed for there was no way she could stop, even if she wanted to, her hand moved down Flare's side to the beginning swell of her hips.

"Damn, these little Elves are built!" She silently screamed at herself, instantly and consummately jealous. "They're as firm as a teenager," she added, sinking, or trying to, her fingertips into the flesh of Flare's swelling hips.

She couldn't help but think: "If I were in this kind of shape, Roger would never have let me go to Desiree..." A quick rush of...anger swept through her. Anger, not at the sweet Elf in her arms, but more like how unfair things were...Everyone seemed better built, more sweet, younger in appearance than she! Everyone seemed more...attractive to Roger than herself!

It wasn't fair!

"You are so beautiful!" Flare said in awe while hefting Janey's left boob. In no way was her handling of the Human in the least way sexual. More like an innocent and curious girl holding an older woman's breast in order to examine it.

Janey felt a sharp jolt of raw pleasure...sexual pleasure rip through her, nonetheless. Her hand slipped over the edge of Flare's firm hips until it was stretched across the Elf's right asscheek.

Janey marveled at the domed smoothness of Flare's bun! So full and yet so...hard!

So teenaged hard! Just like her ass had been 10...er...5 years ago!

The Human woman abruptly sank her fingers, or tried to, into that fat rock of Elf ass. She barely distorted the surface a quarter of an inch deep.

Flare sighed, oh so sweetly, and cuddled even closer. In a heart stealing, 'baby-doll' voice she whispered, "Oh, that feels sooooo goooood!"

Then it popped into Janey's mind: "Roger had this sweet creature, didn't he? She probably said the same thing to him, only wrapping her hands around his prick while she said it!"

Sinking her fingernails into the Elf's bulging butt-flesh, and without further thought, Janey blurted out, "Did you make lo...ah...did you and Roger...did Roger fuck you, too?"

The Guild Elf's head flew up, her face wide eyed and suddenly terrified. Seeing the look on Janey's face, the Elf bit down on her lower lip. "He...He made me!"

Janey tried to ignore the anger building in her at how easily she accepted her husband's use of Flare. Her anger had been directed at the simpering, 'easy' little Elf still now cuddling up to her naked body as she probably did to Roger. "He...raped you then?"

She looked back up, face a mask of innocence, "No! Not exactly. You see, he has Loki's Cock and I cannot refuse him! No Guild Elf...no Elf at all in Lokin...can refuse Him! He ordered me to service him and...and..." then she looked down with her face, for all facts and purposes, full of shame. "...and I did! I submitted to his lusts! I had to! All Elves have to submit to those with Loki's Cock!" She hesitated, then went on, "Just like Desiree! She has Loki's Cock."

Janey, refusing to relinquish that magnificent Guild Elf asscheek, had to nod in return. Yes, she had seen the effect Desiree's cock had on Elves! Hell, she nearly acted the same way, by now! And, yes, Roger would have taken advantage of such a weak and helpless creature as Flare...

OOOOO! She was going to have WORDS with that...that...Man!

Janey relaxed her claws, then gently patted Flare's bun. "There, there, I understand! Men are so...simple when it comes to Elves, I think!"

Flare's tear stained face broke out in a brilliant smile. "I'm so glad you understand! I wish I ...Elves...were not such...such...SLUTS! And...and I want...to say I am sorry about...earlier...when we wrestled. Desiree made me fight you! She told me you were going to take Sir Roger back with you! She bespelled me into hating you and that's why I did what I did to you! I'm sorry!"

Janey just nodded, running her hand, now, all around Flare's buttdome.

With a perfectly delivered sniffle, Flare looked back up, "I am here because we will be going to Earth soon..."

Janey looked down at the Elf in shock. "Earth?!"

With a nod of her own, Flare went on, "Desiree wants to return to Earth, to escape the Dark Lord vengeance...We will be going with her, to serve and protect her. We therefore need to work together...closely together...in order to protect Desiree. We will need to be together..." The Elf cuddled even closer, pressing her flat belly and moistly heated loins right up against Janey's. When she spoke again, her voice had dropped, just a little.

It was now terrifically hot!

"I want to work closely with you, Janey!" Flare husked, humping gently against Janey's groin. "We must work together on Earth! We will need to live together...live close to each other...sleep together, like this, at least at first! And I want you to like me! I do not want to be your enemy! I do not want to...sleep with a...partner who hates me!"

Janey's head swam. She was seeing that sparkly powder floating around her head, again. She was also getting most uncharacteristically aroused!

And aggressive!

Her ass pawing hand slipped over Flare's butt dome and her fingers slipped into the heat of the Elf's deep asscrack.

Janey smiled arrogantly when Flare gasped like a little schoolgirl from her goose. Power surged through her, mixing and magnifying the lust...the distinctly lesbian lust, now possessing her!

The Human was panting openly when their eyes met again. Janey was instantly lost in Flare's blue eyes...

"Don't hate me!" Flare husked up at the wide eyed, sweaty and flushed faced Human woman. "I couldn't stand having you as a partner if you hated me!"

Then Flare's face was getting larger! Suddenly Janey realized her head was dropping...towards Flare's face!

"Don't hate me, Mistress!" whispered the wide eyed, docile Elf. Her voice dripped submissive, receptive, delicious compliant love...lesbian love. The Elf broadcast her torrid, submissive lust all around Janey's descending face.

Janey's face only stopped its descent when their noses were nearly touching. For a long, agonizing moment Janey hesitated, not sure of the reaction of the Elf to what she now planned, quite thoughtlessly intended, and almost desperately needed to do to this delicious creature!

Flare, eyes traveling all over Janey's face, suddenly recognized something...Her cherub face broke out in an ecstatic smile. "Mistress," she breathed up that mind stealing cinnamon into Janey's flushed face, "Will you...HAVE me...as your partner?"

As if a dam burst in her mind, all of her thoughts, warnings, worries, beliefs in her sexual orientation evaporated. With a little growl, Janey seized Flare by the back of her neck in her other hand and whispered back a sharp and fierce, but soft, "Yes!"

She brought Flare's head up as her own head dropped and the Human woman's and Guild Elf's lips met in a impassioned, very lesbionic kiss.

Flare immediately moaned into Janey's mouth, intensifying the Human's runaway emotions. Then the Guild Elf smoothly half rolled fully upon her back.

Janey's ass groping hand had to slip out of Flare's musky asscrack, but she quickly, and almost instinctively, slid that hand upon the Elf's flat, heaving belly. As her victim whimpered under her dominating lesbian kiss, Janey sent her hand down a writhing Flare's belly...

Flare instantly threw her outstretched legs far, far apart.

Janey felt the rock hard, smooth surfaced mound of the Elf, hot and wide open, unprotected. The Human didn't hesitate. Without stopping Janey sent her exploring hand right over that jutting sex mound to plunge, recklessly, into Flare's swampy sex.

Flare moaned, almost screamed, into Janey's mouth as her floppy, dripping labia burst apart to give the Human's fingers complete access to her feminine charms.

And Janey moaned as she took what the Elf offered, her fingers, nearly her entire hand, disappearing into Flare.

Janey felt her big boobs abruptly seized in small but strong, claw armed hands that frantically clutched her as her pussy swallowed hand began twisting and digging into that delicious slash between Flare's wide spread thighs. Soon the darkened room filled with the moans, and sloppy slurps, of intense, and expert, lesbian sex.

When the aggressive Human finally broke their kiss, Flare was fiercely, almost painfully, holding her by her enlarged, pear shaped tits and gasping up with a wildly wide eyed face illuminated by the only lamp, the one next to the bed, remaining lit, "Oh, Mistress! Take me! Use me! I need you to possess me! I am your Elf!"

"Oh, yes!" Janey instantly replied, kissing the Elf once again.

Flare was actively humping Janey's near pussy buried hand when they broke again. "Oh, take me, Mistress! I need...I need! Please! Take me!"

Janey took a moment to raise her head and look up and down the body of the writhing, delicious female begging in her arms. Never had she felt so...hot before with another female! And never so...aggressive! She wanted to possess this Elf! To make her scream her name as she helplessly, wildly exploded in bliss...for her! Cum for her! Whenever she wanted this Man-enslaving Elf to cum! She wanted Flare for her own bed-warmer...her own sex slave!

She had never felt this way...with anyone before!

She felt like she supposed Roger felt, with this darling Elf-child begging under him!

Now this homewrecking Elf was begging up to the wife, to Janey...for Janey's love...for lesbian love!

Janey's eyes fixed on those firm, upthrust cones jutting up at her from upon Flare's heaving chest. Suddenly her mouth watered.

With no further thought, Janey's head dropped again, only over a suddenly smiling Flare's chest.

She latched onto the first puffy, pink nipple she came across and started nursing...nursing on the Elf and for sexual pleasure...clearly and undeniably lesbian pleasure...for the first time in her life!

"OOOHHH!" Flare enthusiastically and loudly moaned, arching her chest, thrusting her suckled boob into Janey's face. "You are so good at that, Mistress! Don't stop! Don't ever stop!"

Janey just sucked.

For long, noisy minutes Flare writhed upon the bed while Janey suckled her virginal boobs. She would switch periodically from one perfect conical tit to the other, then back again. They both tasted the same...delicious!

And Flare gasped, and squealed, and howled delightfully under the suddenly dominate Janey. Her hands clutched Janey by her hair, pressing the Human's face into each of her tits with frenetic enthusiasm.

When Janey finally pulled up against the Elf's gripping hands and arms, Flare's nipples were twice as long as when she had begun, and as hard as rock. The Elf's body shone with what appeared to be sweat, and it writhed continuously upon the bed.

That is, sweat was why most of Flare's lush body shone. But it was some other fluid, a much different fluid, that made the inside's of Flare's thighs, and all of her flaming red loins glisten!

Suddenly, eyes fixed between the Elf's wide open thighs, Janey licked her lips. The Elf's loins were soaked! Her passion pink labia were a good half inch long, wrinkled and folded back, completely exposing Flare's pussy candy to Janey's suddenly entranced eyes. That clit, jutting up a good half inch, looked like a sweet, pink gumdrop...

She had never wanted...really wanted to go down on any...pussy before. Never really wanted to...

Never really had the opportunity before...

"Please!" whined the Elf in a desperate, high pitched voice that tugged on Janey's heartstrings and ignited her sexual aggressiveness.

Janey looked back up Flare's body, at those perfect suck cones still wet with her saliva, and her head dove down.

As she suckled the helpless little female, the Elf thrashing and whining and gasping so sweetly, Janey wanted to conquer this sweet young thing! She wanted to possess the luscious body of the Elf, to make Flare scream to rattle the walls and pledge her undying love, and enslavement, to her!

...And NOT to Roger!

Then the Human felt the Elf's little, but very strong, hands grip her hair and then the back of her head.

"Please!" Flare husked through airless lungs, pushing on Janey's head with remarkable strength.

Janey's face began sliding down Flare's heaving, flat, sweat slick belly...

Janey took her time moving down that divinely built Elven body, resisting even Flare's frantic and clearly superior strength trying to force her down further, more quickly...Even though the Elf could have, essentially immediately and without much difficulty, forced Janey's wide eyed and passionately smiling face immediately between Flare's eagerly wide spread thighs...even though the Elf clearly demonstrated strength in her arms belying the petite delicate appearance of her short statured body...it seemed an unwritten rule to the lesbian Elf: That one didn't try and hurry a potential pussy licker on her way down to your twat! The Elf seemed to instinctively know the routine, the rules. Her pushing upon Janey's head would immediately stop whenever Janey demonstrated any resistance to her. And the luscious, naked, sweaty Elf would calm momentarily, eyes closed in bliss and with the most pleasant smile, as Janey lapped and probed, licked and kissed, every segment newly available to her of Flare's smooth, warm, cinnamon flavored skin.

As the Elf's velvety sleek belly heaved uncontrollably, the newly aggressive, newly lesbian Human lingually explored all of the veritably perfect Elf flesh presently available to her. Janey took a long moment, assaulting Flare's bellybutton, filling Flare's deep navel with her saliva before permitting the increasingly frantic Elf to force her slobbering, kissing, Fairy Dust enthralled face to relentlessly, inevitably slide towards that jutting mountain that was Flare's sex mound.

With a shuddering gasp the Elf stopped pushing when the Human reached the utterly hairless bulge immediately atop her pulsing sex. At once, and with great enthusiasm, Janey took up lapping and kissing that hard, smooth mons veneris of the Elf for an extended period of time, coating the far jutting sex mound with her hot, slick, clear saliva, enjoying the taste of Flare's sweet flesh, while vividly noticing the odor rising from the crimson slit just below it.

She wasn't sure what an Elf pussy should smell like, not really remembering the odor of the first, and only, pussy she had ever had wrapped around her face, but the cinnamon smell now bathing her face seemed appropriate.

Only now, it smelled delicious!

Janey raised her head, wide, excited eyes fixed for a moment on the Elf's...delicious looking pussy inches below her nose. Her eyes locked on Flare's clit, that pulsating little maroon-red berry-like seat of feminine pleasure...

Then the Human took a moment to look up at Flare's open mouthed, panting face looking, pleading back at her. Sweat poured down Flare's face, her claws clutching the bed clothes, her inhumanly perfect tits heaving, nipples still as long and rigid as when Janey had left them.

She hadn't realized before that Elves could sweat...

Maybe only when they were really, really 'worked up' sexually...

The Elf's eyes pleaded to her, "Don't leave me like this!"

Suddenly Janey thought: Did she ever act like this with Roger? Did she ever beg HIM to 'take care of her'?

Then she answered herself: NO! That...Man wouldn't have the patience to do the Elf 'right', to prepare her properly...to prepare her emotionally as well as physically. No, he'd be wanting to get his schlong into hot, wet pussy first thing, as soon as this delicious slit was available! Especially with a sweet, innocent, sexy thing like this offering herself for her god's unrestrained, no doubt selfish, use! No, he would have never postponed his own use of Flare's sweet twat to please her first...make her ready first...by tasting this sweet thing first. And now she IS all hot and bothered...and she is because of me, not him!

Janey nodded back at the emotion seized, wide spread Elf's sweaty, straining face before turning back to face Flare's wet and spread, perfectly prepared pussy.

Perfectly prepared by her!

"Lets make her forget all about Roger!" she thought, then acted.

She gripped the insides of Flare's thighs and needlessly spread them further apart until the Elf's knees were even with Flare's hips. Immediately, then, the Human plunged down, plunging her face, all of it, right into Flare's soaked, passion pink, and wide open pussy.

Flare howled to shake the flame in the single lamp on the bedside table as Janey thrust her tongue, just as far as she could, into the Elf's girl hole.

Her face enwrapped in Elven womanhood, her nose tucked between the bottoms of Flare's impressive buttocks, her jaw pressing down on Elf clit, Janey enthusiastically began tongue fucking the opening to Flare's guts.

And Flare howled and thrashed, humped and clutched, furiously, at Janey's own big, not as iron hard but much more 'full', buns alongside the Elf's head. "Oh Mistress!" she wailed like a tortured chihuahua while arching her magnificent tits up to the dark ceiling far above. "You are soooo gooood!"

Jumping from Flare's claw-like grip on her ass, "Slurp!" was all Janey could reply from between Flare's floppy, cheek slapping labia. She continued to drive her tongue, until her tongue's roots threatened to tear, into that Elf's sweet hole, relishing in Flare's screams of utmost pleasure as she explored her first Elf pussy.

"Oh! Oh!" went the Elf, turning her head to passionately kiss the side of Janey's hip. "Oh Mistress! I've wanted you so! I've wanted you to take me for so long! Please, don't stop!"

Janey growled into the Elf's sloppy pussy, then gripped Flare's rotund asscheeks in her own talons. Lifting the Elf's hips slightly on her elbows, Janey plunged her face into that hot, soppy wet and wide open cunt.

"UH! UH! UH! UH!" went the Elf. Humping up with her Human claw-held hips, she started to grind her clit off on Janey's chin.

All that went through a very 'worked up' Janey's mind, now, was: "Was Roger this good? Was he, you little sex-pot Bitch? Try to steal my husband with your little girl twat, eh? Lets see how you like this!"

Giving up with her inferior Human tongue, Janey slipped her mouth back up Flare's slit and wrapped her lips around the Elf's stiff little clit...

Before she could do anything further, the Elf was screaming, "EEEEEEE! No! Don't do that! Please!" wailed Flare, pressing her smooth, warm cheek against the side of Janey's hips as she pleaded.

Janey, ignoring her, started sucking...hard.

"Please! Ai! Ai! Ai! Ai! Ai! Ai! Squeal! I can't stand it! Please! Don't...EEEEEEE!" Even more loudly the Elf screeched, sounding like a chihuahua being whipped. " Ai! Ai! Ai! Ai! Oh, you're killing me, Mistress! I...I...I... Ai! Ai! Ai!"

Abruptly Janey pulled her head up. Looking back at the head of the hip hugging Elf, she smirked through a face literally dripping with Elf girl juice, "Did Roger ever do that to you, eh, Elf?"

Immediately Flare shook her head frantically, her eyes as wide as an anime character's. "Never! He always...he would just...stick his...into my..."

Janey nodded knowledgeably. Just like Roger! She knew her Man! "I know! He was the same with me! Now Elf, do you want more?"

A sparkling smile and eager, fast nodding followed. "Oh yes, Mistress! You are sooo goood! I want you to...eat me! Eat me and I will love you forever! Make me your Elf, Mistress! I am your Elf! Please?"

Janey dove back down, expertly seizing that jumping little girl prick with her lips and starting up that sucking again...

And Flare started howling again...

Janey ignored her, rotating her head one way then the other around Flare's bravely upright clit spike, suckling upon it as if it were a nipple. She proudly relished the breathless squeals she forced out of the consummate lesbian Elf. Her pride really peaked when Flare, the homewrecker, the husband stealer, the Man enslaver, praised her with every mind dissolving orgasm the Human woman gave her...without a cock!

Janey almost didn't notice when the Elf gripped the sides of her own hips and, with remarkable strength, raised them up off the bed! She was still sucking Guild Elf clit when her hips were lowed down again...only Flare's head was now beneath them!

She heard the "Hmmm!" through her own pussy, more than through he ears, as Flare adjusted the position of her head between Janey's thighs. Then...

'Something' rasped, like a soft file, right over her own clit! Janey's eyes popped open even though there was nothing to see but cunt and wickedly bulging Guild assmeat as the most divine, delicious, belly melting sensation roared up from her clit!

Janey almost instantly recognized what was pleasing her. It had to be that tongue...that foot long Elf tongue...sliding forwards and back right over her own stiff, little joy button!

"Oh, by his big god-damn Roger's holy prod, did that feel good!" Janey, using a common vulgarity used around Desiree's Castle, blurted out silently in her head as the pleasure shot up her spine to smash into her mind. She was speedily overwhelmed by the intoxicating and enslaving sensation...

Now it was Janey's turn to whimper as the electric currents surging up from her buffed button made her round buttocks quiver and her svelte (for a Human) back arch.

Oh, did that feel good! No wonder there were so many lesbians here!

"Fell good?" came from deep between Janey's spreading thighs. She heard it more through vibrations in her pussy than in her ears. "Still not a lesbian?" The Human could hear the smirking grin on Flare's face.

Janey started to raise her head, to free her twat encased mouth to reply, in straight and clear terms, regarding her sexual orientation that were, by now certainly, obvious and complete falsehoods, when, lightning quick, Flare's right hand slapped around the back of her head and with real, no-nonsense, metaphysical strength forced...really forced Janey's head, in no uncertain terms, back into the Elf's wide open pussy.

Unsaid...Flare had just told Janey that her question had been rhetorical!

Then the Elf wrapped her powerful, horse exercised thighs around Janey's head, holding her, face buried in and against throbbing Guild twat. The thighs covered her ears...abruptly she could hear nothing...

...Nothing, that is, but what Flare told her directly though her womanhood!

Finally, with breath stealing, mind destroying finality, Flare's Guild Elf tongue, all foot and a half of thick, slimy, and all powerful lingus, like the innocence crushing vaginal battering ram it was so often used for, plunged headlong into the Human's pussy, spreading the vaginal tube dramatically and not stopping its mad plunge until the tip was stroking over Janey's cervix.

Flare smiled when Janey moaned, most sincerely, into the Elf's own pussy/ear.

Then Janey nodded between Flare's thighs, and, after the Elf relaxed slightly her head lock, the two began assaulting one another in ernest, each in their own way...each with their own talents.

The slurps and sucks built in the darkened room, each female clutching the other by her round, full asscheeks, claws nearly breaking skin as they dug into the nether flesh while each female worked on other's sex opening.

But it was no contest. Neither female was worried about winning or losing. Both confirmed lesbians seemed to instinctively know that there would be no winners or losers...this time. That simply was not the intent of this 'contest'.

It was mutual pleasure...love if you will...fuckin' head blowing, lung emptying, pussy juice squirting, jumping buns clutched in long nailed claws...orgasm they were after! And each knew that the other would achieve it, what with a Human sucking on an Elf clit nearly reaching an inch in length while supernaturally endowed Guild Elf tongue did a very good job of imitating a grotesquely endowed porn star's cock surging up the heaving belly of the Human.

It was as if two Guild Elves were alone,"together" on a distant, empty prairie, under a star filled cool, but not cold, night sky, with a dying fire casting flickering shadows across two deliciously naked, writhing most-feminine of forms enwrapped in a tight, self-absorbed '69'.

It was two lonely females trying to find companionship, love, a few moments of pleasure in one of the loneliest places in Lokin...

Janey's bed...

They were both selflessly working their partner into orgasm and, since they were being unselfish themselves, they both exploded into their partner's face easily, early and often. Except for ass and pussy smothered screams of feminine bliss, the waves of sexual orientation shattering orgasm were almost silent. Often the only clue to one or the other's cuming was a momentarily but vividly wild quivering of one's asscheeks, or an ass clutching hand abruptly forming a quivering, tight fist as if about to pound on something...anything...to relieve the outrageous tension as yet another orgasmic moment overwhelmed them.

Janey popped awake early the next morning with the first booming 'knocks' of one hundred pound iron-rich rocks bouncing off, after cracking, the twenty foot thick, two hundred foot tall stone block walls of Desiree's Castle. She opened her eyes and saw that her head rested on the inside of Flare's left thigh, her face pleasantly pressed into the Elf's still wet, still bald, still warm twat.

Now Flare woke, finding herself in the same position, only reversed with her view blocked by an obviously aroused, clearly Human girl slit, one laced with fine, flaming red hair and whose labia remained wetly wrapped around her more pointed Elven nose and chin!

With the third rumbling boom both were abruptly sitting up in Janey's bed.

Then they heard Desiree, from the hallway, "Get up! They're here! We will not have much time! We will be departing at once! Now move!"

The two naked females moved...

Desiree reached the top of the Castle's front tower, roofed by a inverted cone that permitted only half foot wide slits for viewing out. But the tower overlooked her walls, the relatively flat lands governing the easiest approaches and her Castle's main entrance. With her was her Orc Captain, Bloodsport. They both stuck their heads through a tall slit, looking over the edge, knowing the arrows showering upon the walls, a good one hundred feet farther down, couldn't reach this high.

Desiree growled in a way her Orc Captain had never heard from her before. It was a growl of anger...tinged with fear.

"Drow!" she growled, watching the seemingly thousands of dark skinned figures milling about, some tending the mangonels presently battering at her walls, even more standing in rigid straight lines unloosing waves of lightning-like, no doubt poisoned tipped, arrows at the Orcs manning the walls.

"I thought you had set up lines of resistance, ambushes, traps all the way up the mountainside to here? How did they get here without any warning? And with siege engines no less! Why, they'll be through our walls before noon at this rate!"

The Orc Captain shrugged his shoulders, flushed with embarrassment. "M'Lady, I placed your best Orc troops, led by my best officers, at three different points up the pass. I cannot explain how the Drow got up the path so quickly without making a sound loud enough for us to hear them from the walls..."

"I know!" Desiree interrupted, looking back out over the crest of the tower wall. "Damned Drow...damned Drow poison..."

"But I considered that, M'Lady! The last barrier was a full Troop of Orcs, over two hundred strong, straddling the path! To attack them the Drow would have to cross a good two hundred feet of flat ground just to reach the Orcs. And the Orcs had shields...would have made such a racket firing arrows at them that we would have heard..."

Desiree's eyes narrowed as she strained, trying to make out individuals on the ground hundreds of feet below. Then she nodded as if with a new idea. "I know how they did it..." she growled. Pointing for the Orc Captain's benefit, she added, "See? The horses! Drow don't use horses...for anything!"

"You mean Guild Elves?" he replied, now showing true fear himself. "The Guild and Drow have united? United against...us?!"

She continued to nod for a moment, then, "Dammit! I should never have released that cow Thora! She should still be in my bed, begging for breakfast!"

Then she heard a buzz...like a big, angry bumblebee. Then she turned in a jerk to look out the slit in the tower wall to see a golden haired little Barbie Doll, about twice the size of the toy, hovering outside and listening to everything!

"And that's how they knew of the ambushes!" she mumbled. "Fairies!" she yelled, pointing.

The Fairy looked abruptly startled, then zoomed away.

"Even the Fairies are against me!" she thought as she turned to the startled Orc Captain. "Well, get down there! They'll be through that wall in a half hour. You'd better have every Orc left in here there to stop them!"

After he hurriedly left, and Desiree herself started for the stairs, she turned her head and looked the battlement over one last time, "Damn that Embla! She is behind this alliance of conspirators against me! This betrayal, this treasonous assault is her design, no doubt! I should have knocked her up after-all! Well, once this is over, I'll just have to come back and give her a new religion...with her new god up her ass!"

Roger stood near the front lines, just a few feet behind the five rows of archers sending, with murderous accuracy and frequency, volleys of 400 shafts at a time (with, no doubt, poison on their tips) atop the towering walls of Desiree's Castle.

Even with the nearly continuous volleys he could see the half dozen little Fairies hovering and scooting around up there, bravely dodging the numerous arrows streaking towards the battlements of the wall, while helping to direct that fire accurately.

Roger admired the Fairies that Moonbeam recruited from her Desiree threatened 'Family'...and not just for their ball-busting naked beauty! There was much more skill and courage being displayed up there than he thought he could ever match!

Suddenly, above the racket of mangonel and bow, he heard horses and he turned to see the Guild Elf detachment, loaned to the Drow to assist in this assault, mounting up to return to Alfheim. He was certainly happy that they had been there, for the assault up the mountain, and he also knew that Embla appreciated and welcomed their presence.

Most unusual for Drow!

Last night the entire Drow Army had successfully crept up the mountainside, and without using the main road, hauling the equipment for half a dozen mangonels as well as ammunition for four hundred archers and the weapons for the assault forces...without anyone in the Castle apparently hearing them! Roger was really happy right then that the Drow were on his side!

There had been two Orc ambushes set up on the path, apparently well designed as Orc ambushes went and each of a different design. It looked like hundreds of Orcs participated in each. Each ambush was performed with admirable courage (for Orcs!) and Orcish skill.

In each ambush the Orcs were all dispatched, quickly, silently, ruthlessly, by the Drow shock troops leading the way up the mountainside.

Roger now knew why the Drow were so much into poisoned blades!

It had looked ugly, walking past uncontrollably convulsing, foaming at the mouth, horribly dying Orcs who had obviously been barely scratched by Drow defending from their assault. But, except for soft death gurgles, they hadn't made a sound going down under Drow blades...

But the third wall of resistance was an open area too long to rush on foot without giving away their presence and two exposed to permit the Drow to sneak up on the Orcs.

And this was why Embla was so pleased to have the Guild Elves! On their steeds, armed with their steel swords, they ran down the Orcs so quickly that no alarm could be sent. Except for the rumble of the charging horses, and the unique "urk!" sound made by an Orc being separated from his head, the slaughter was quite silent.

Walking past the utterly still, and utterly dismembered, corpses of the last Orc resistance, Roger wasn't too sure which way of dying, Drow poison or Guild Elf blade, was least 'ugly'.

They had assembled and fired their first bolts from their mangonels at first light...

After the Guild rode off to the cheers of waving Drow, Roger saw Gem stride up.

Hovering just above and behind her head was an equally agitated Moonbeam.

The Guild Elf Commander had a massive frown distorting her face, came on with a very deliberate step, and clearly possessed a very no-nonsense air about her. Roger noted how her sword stiffly vibrated in her maximally contracted sword hand and arm.

"Get that wall down!" she roared above the din to no one in particular as she came on. Moonbeam flittered to and fro over her head as was the habit of Fairies when agitated themselves.

Stepping up to the last row of Drow archers, she turned to Roger. "M'Lord Roger! Once the breach is made, I am going directly for Desiree! She is mine, understood!"

Startled, as Moonbeam obviously was, at the fury coming from the delicious Guild Elf, Roger could only nod.

Gem immediately looked back at the castle, watching Orcs, arrows extending from their bodies, fall thrashing and writhing from the wall tops,.

She smiled grimly as they fell.

Roger had never seen her so...murderous!

With a jerk she looked back at him. "And Flare! She is mine!" she roared above the din. It was as if she were repeating what were the thoughts most foremost in her mind.

Roger wanted to argue with her on that last statement, but in the face of such fierce determination on the gorgeous Elf's face, Roger thought better of it. He didn't respond.

Gem frowned further. "Flare will be my bounty! She is the true reason I am here! That and cutting Desiree's balls off! Don't you agree?"

"Ah," Roger started...

Taking a most threatening step towards him, her literally red eyes fixed on his, she said to him, "Do I need to remind you who Flare actually belongs to? What her true sexual orientation is? That your wife is in there with her...UNDER her?"

Roger winced, then nodded.

"Good!" She turned back to the Castle, literally vibrating in her eagerness to get into battle. "I knew you'd see it my way!"

"And if I hadn't 'seen it your way'?"

Gem just looked over her shoulder at his face, then down at his bulging codpiece. She looked forward again, only this time with the sweetest smile...

Abruptly, Roger wanted to change the subject...

Most conveniently, the subject was changed as Hermione stepped up, tucking her magic wand away.

"I have made contact with Dragonshaft..." she started. Immediately Gem turned to rigidly face her.

"And?" Gem barked.

Hermione jumped at Gem's outburst, then looked at Roger, "Once I told him that you were interested in getting Stryker back, he began negotiating in ernest. He...ah...didn't seem to be that concerned about negotiating as long as it was...er...the Lady Gem who was requesting her. But you, Sir Roger, have gained a kind of reputation...you are an unknown factor to Dragonshaft...and apparently to Desiree, too. He became much more interested in making a deal when he heard that you, personally, wanted the Elf back."

Roger took a glimpse at Gem, who's flushed facial seething had jumped a notch. "Then he's willing to give her back to us?"

Hermione looked down at the ground a moment, then looked back up, "He wants an exchange...he wants Marian for Stryker."

"How can I do that? Marian is still inside the Castle! And how can I vouch for someone else?"

Hermione looked at a still seething Gem, then to Roger, "I have spoken, also, with Marian. It wasn't too difficult, either. Desiree has withdrawn all of her barrier spells from around most of the Castle..."

"Withdrawn?" Gem again barked.

Hermione nodded back, looking very uncomfortable. "Recently, too. Like since the bombardment started. She has reduced the barrier all around her Castle, however she has increased the barrier spell around a particular area within the Castle. Its allowed me to spell-cast with Marian, or just about anyone, in the Castle. I briefly detected Flare, or a Guild Elf very similar to her..." She turned to Roger, "...and I think I found your...er..."

"Wife?" Gem broke in with a sudden and entirely too wide a smile.

"Ah, yes." Hermione confirmed. "They were...umm...together..."

Gem's smile widened even further.

"Were they moving..." Roger, determined to ignore Gem, asked.

"At first, no..." Hermione, intensely embarrassed, answered. "They were together, at first...very closely together..."

Gem chuckled.

Roger gave the Elf his dirtiest look, then looked more kindly back at Hermione. "Ok, you said that they were...together...at first. They started to move after awhile?"

"Yes, towards the middle of the Castle...down deep into the mountain near the middle of the Castle. There is a very strong magick barrier there...I can't come close to penetrating it."

"Maybe I could..." Roger started.

"No, we're too far from Alfheim. The Entropic penalty would disable you...and for how long I don't know. Desiree was smart to put her Castle so far into these mountains. Lots of iron in these mountains to block spell castings. Also far from Alfheim and nearly as far from the Dark Lords.

"Even so disguised, however, I can detect some type of magickal energy inside the barrier, powerful enough to seep through. it I'm not sure precisely what it is, what is it for, but it has to be seriously powerful, whatever it is, to be detectable at all with the barrier Desiree has set up around it. I...think...it could be the residual magick energy of the casts needed to produce a passageway to another...what do they call it at Hogwarts? Oh, dimension...to another world..."

"Earth?" Roger now jumped in. "Didn't you say that Desiree was planning to escape the Dark Lords by going back to Earth?"

"And taking Flare with her!" came the soft, but intense whisper from Gem. Her sword veritably vibrated in her rock hard, totally flexed sword arm.

While Roger glanced at the apoplectic Elf, Hermione, out of uncomfortable fear, ignored her, "And it is very possible that if you did penetrate the barrier with a cast, you would release that energy explosively. Offhand I don't know how much magick energy it takes to form a link between 'dimensions, but, from my studies during my days at Hogwarts, I'd estimate at least 1013 Joules could be released if you cast through the barrier. And releasing such energy suddenly...you would destroy...vaporize...at least the Castle, if not most of the Impassable Mountains."

"And, of course, everyone in the Castle?" Roger replied grimly.

Both Gem and Hermione nodded just as grimly.

"That damn Desiree knows how to protect herself!" Roger replied.

The two females just nodded.

"But," Hermione went on, "since the magickal energy she has to use on a magick blocking barrier like the one here must be non-corporal, non-physical, until it is released by another cast, Desiree, you, me, anyone could just walk right through it..."

"Meaning if we can get into Desiree's Castle in time, we could stop Desiree from going through!" Gem cried, eyes again blazing. The Guild Elf Commander turned back to the Castle. "Get that Loki damned wall down!" she roared into the overwhelming tumult of the Drow assault.

For a long moment Roger, Moonbeam and Hermione stared at where Gem was roaring, watching the not small boulders smash against the wall, throwing splinters all about and vibrating the wall to produce the booming detonations that seemed to rhythmically bounce off his chest.

After a long moment of watching, Roger turned back to Hermione, "What about Marian?"

"Dragonshaft agreed to exchange Stryker for Marian. I asked Marian and she agreed. Somewhat eagerly, I might add."

"Dragons can have that effect upon Elves," Gem added, having calmed considerably, "And she was raped by the sex spider. Their poisons can change a girl."

Roger nodded, taking Gem's word for it. "I don't like...giving...my Elves away..."

"It's her choice," Gem came back, calmer still. "Don't worry, she won't be harmed, not seriously, nor for all that long a time...to an Elf. He'll have her for a century or so, then she'll be freed. And, I am afraid, in Marian's condition, she'll love every stuffed, sloppy moment of it!"

Hermione nodded and broke out in a little smile of her own. "We may have to trade someone for her, but there will be many volunteers. A century under Dragonshaft would seem, to many Guild Elves who were past captives of Dragons, like a vacation..."

Roger shook his head in disbelief. Sure, Elves lived forever...To someone like that a century was just a short bit of their 'life'. But it still irked him to send one of his sweet Guild Elves to be mounted by a fat, overhung lizard!

It was at that particular moment, when all three of them just happened to be following with their eyes the latest rocks hurled towards Desiree's walls, that three well spaced rocks, each about 2 seconds apart, all fortuitously struck almost exactly the same spot...where the two towering main doors met...Wham! Wham! Wham!

It actually wasn't the rocks bursting through the nearly two foot thick oak reinforced with iron doors, for none of the rocks actually burst through. But the energy...the vibrations of each rock was magnified by the near immediate impact of the one behind it...all striking basically where the two doors joined. The doors shook dramatically with each impact. And true, each rock bounced off, accompanied by splinters but no cracking of the ancient, near metallic wood. But each impact added its kinetic energy to the now vibrating doors, and the energy magnified as each rock impacted.

Magnified until the vibrating doors could no longer be held by the iron hinges set into the stone blocks forming the frame and arch around the main entrance. Those massive stone blocks were similar in size to those on the base of the Great Pyramid. And they were just as brittle...

Enough vibration energy was imposed upon the doors that the subsequent vibrations pulverized the rock into which the foot long spikes holding the hinges in place were inserted. The hinges ripped loose from the frame. The vibrating doors folded inward, then, without the support of the frame and arch, they fell forward to the ground with an impact that temporarily overwhelmed even the din of the Drow barrage.

Instantly upon seeing the doors fall into a massive cloud of dust Gem was back to her combat mode. Even before the clouds of dust had begun to settle, her sword arm raised, her blade glinting off the sun, she was rushing forward, her chihuahua-like battle cry even getting the attention of the Drow.

Roger, gawking at the fallen doors, had to be punched by Hermione to get his attention. Immediately, seeing Gem rushing into the settling dust, Roger drew his sword and rushed after her.

Before he could get more than two strides after the rapidly receding Guild Elf the Drow archers had shouldered their bows, drew their vaunted, and poisoned, long blade knives, and, as a solid block, were also charging. Behind him he could hear the rest of the Drow army, thousands strong, running up his heels, all eager to get at the defenders.

Gem was gone into the settling dust by then...

Moonbeam flashed ahead of him, crying "Lady Gem!" as she streaked into the dust cloud to get to the mad charging Guild Elf Commander. Almost as soon as she disappeared into the dust she came flashing back out, eyes like saucers. Seconds behind her Roger saw the first Orcs, crude blade weapons raised in anger.

Running as fast as he could, with Hermione sprinting alongside him, Roger still couldn't keep ahead of the roaring-like-a-chipmunk, hard charging Drow. They swept past him like a black wave, all fixed on the newly opened entrance.

By then Gem was nowhere to be seen. She had disappeared into the dust cloud just outside of the Castle...

Then, as if on cue, hundreds of Orc, each dressed in leather armor with a steel blade with a hook at the end, came swarming out through the wide open gate!

Roger gasped, "Gem!" as the swarm of Orcs, he realized, had had to roll right over her!

If anything, the appearance of the Orcs generated even more urgency to the Drow charge. Their cries picked up a notch, as if they were trying to drown out the Orc's battle cries.

So much urgency that, literally seconds later, Roger, Hermione, and the Drow archers literally collided into the Orcs. Instantly Roger was in a wild melee, a veritable Pier Street brawl, with short, dark skinned Drow fighting taller, dirty skinned Orcs. Blades slashed all around him. Which were poisoned and which ones were aimed at him, he rapidly lost realization.

Afterwards Roger felt proud of himself when he managed, after a very few seconds, to realize he better start using his sword...

He saw Hermione, just in-front of him, fighting leering, snorting Orcs. Her swordwork left something to be desired and the two Orcs accosting her were more toying with the sexy little schoolgirl, no doubt anticipating the 'spoils' that would be theirs when the Mage had been disarmed...and stripped.

The Drow all around them seemed to be ignoring Hermione, not doing a think to help her. No doubt they had no inclination to help a potential competitor for Roger's 'favors' get out of a jam. It was 'every girl for herself' in Drow culture.

Nice Drow!

So Roger stepped up, to impose himself between the now drooling Orcs and a frustrated, and frightened, Hermione. He even managed to block each of the next thrusts by each Orc...

Which brought the Orcs' attention from Hermione to him!

Very quickly he realized that his swordplay wasn't much superior to the Schoolgirl Mage's, and soon he was in a vicious spiral of blocks, each subsequent series sending the strikes closing in ever more tightly around him before he could ever more desperately block them. Soon, pretty damned quickly if you asked him, he would have no more room to move his sword arm!

But his safety apparently was more...urgent...to the Drow than Hermione's was. And more valuable. His difficulties caught their attention, and response. Suddenly one Drow pealed off from the nearest gaggle of killing Drow/dying Orcs and, taking no more than three steps, poked each Orc fighting Roger in the back...once...with her blade. Then she stepped back into the general battle.

Neither Orc seemed to even notice the assault...at first.

But, mere seconds afterward, both Orcs, nearly as one, stopped their assault. They stood silent and still for a long ten seconds, then their eyes widened wide.

And foam, like in a rabid dog, began boiling up and out of their mouths! Then the convulsions started, and built. Within seconds, with Roger staring in growing horror, the convulsions became so violent that neither Orc could stand and they collapsed onto the stone floor.

Staring down at the twitching, doomed creatures, he heard Hermione say into his ear, "It will take them hours to die. The Drow like their victims to suffer..."

Roger nodded and looked back at Hermione.

"Let's go!" she yelled. "The Drow have made a path into the castle...lined with dying Orcs!"

As they neared the entrance Hermione pointed out to him a number of Orc heads lying about the stone. "That must be Gem!" The Schoolgirl Mage said. "Drow don't lop off heads like that, their blades are not designed for it! Has to be a Guild blade!"

Roger nodded quickly, "Gem! Let's go!"

They rushed through the entrance and into the megalomaniacal Entrance Hall of the Castle as quickly as the continuing battling permitted. Behind his head he heard the now familiar buzzing of Moonbeam.

At once Roger saw what had to be Gem off to his right. It had to be Gem for he could clearly see, some three hundred feet away, Orc heads flying into the air, all of them trailing fresh blood as they sailed and rotated through the air.

Hermione nodded in agreement. Then she took his left hand and started pulling him in the opposite direction!

To Roger's facial expression she said, "The Dragon's Roost is this way, M'Lord! Remember Dragonshaft? You will have to make the exchange! No one else can, not with Dragonshaft! Marian is supposed to be at the stairs that lead to the Roost! There is no time to waste!"

Roger took another glance at where Orc heads continued to pop up into the air, then followed Hermione in the opposite direction.

The entire Castle was shaking with the blows against her walls as Desiree led Janey, Flare, and, lastly, Cassiopeia across the back of the Entrance Hall towards the little used stone stairs leading down to her 'Magick Lair' and the conduit to Earth. Between the little group and the front doors were about five hundred Orcs...all that remained of her once mighty personal army. They appeared anxious to get at the Drow...

Maybe it was her offer to allow them to...'enjoy' each and every Drow captured this day. 'Enjoy' any way they cared to.

Drows were notorious for having tight, juicy pussies...

"Nearly every Orc has a raging boner under his leather pants..." she thought with some guilt. But...

"Orcs are so gullible!" she thought as her little group slipped behind the force of Orcs. "They could only capture a Drow if they pounded her unconscious...and only after they got her poisoned blades from her! "It would take ten Orcs to disarm one Drow!" she thought. "And the Drow out there outnumber what remains of my Orcs!"

In short, this was a very convenient way of getting rid of these pests!

Now that she no longer needed them, they were pests!

Orcs were oh so very gullible!

At that very moment, with Desiree's group only halfway across the monstrously designed and dimensioned Hall, three stone cracking, ear ringing booms announced three impacts by closely positioned mangonel shots.

And the Castle Doors collapsed!

Desiree stopped and stared in shock. Those doors were inviolate for nearly two thousand years! How could they be brought down?

Then she saw the hinges, still attached to the ancient oak, follow the doors to the ground.

And her Orcs charged through the now wide open doorway, just as they were instructed to do.

Orcs were so gullible!

She turned to the three females behind her, motioning to Cassiopeia to get them moving again. A few more feet, nearing the narrow stone steps leading to her, more or less, permanent transport cast to Earth, and they stopped again.

Desiree's eyes widened. Who was that Elf...that GUILD Elf charging...hacking through her Orcs while seemingly making right at her?!

But she knew who it was without even seeing the Elf's face clearly...

"Gem! Oh, Lady Gem!" came the squeal from behind her.

Turning, she spotted Flare, barely able to stop herself jumping for joy before Desiree saw her.

Grabbing Flare by the shoulders, she fixed her glowing red eyes on the Elf's eyes, now wide with fear...and compulsion to obey her new 'Mistress', "Don't forget, Elf: You are no longer bound to Gem. Flare, you are bound to ME! You are my Elf! You serve me, now and forever, until I no longer need, or grow tired of, you! Now, get down those stairs or, so help me, I'll turn you into a Dragon's Bottom for the next eon! Now move!"

As Cassiopeia ushered the two females towards the stairs, Desiree looked back at the struggling Gem. She could see no less than twelve Orcs closing in on her.

Desiree smiled at the still charging Guild Elf, who came suddenly up short when Desiree's Orcs closed in. Desiree, smiling even more broadly, waved goodbye to the Guild Elf as would a Queen of England, then followed a miserable looking, tear stained Flare down the stone steps.

Gem was the first into the newly opened entrance. She got through the entrance so quickly, and early, that she met the charging Orcs before they could reach the entrance on the inside.

To say the Orcs were startled at finding a Guild Elf, fitted out for battle, furiously charging into their midst on the inside of the Castle entrance, would be a classical understatement. She had beheaded three of their numbers before anyone on the inside of the Castle knew that there was a Guild Elf even amongst them.

By the time those Orcs not immediately in danger of being dispatched by the sword flashing, hard charging Guild Elf realized Gem was there, the Drow had also arrived and where systematically carving up those Orcs that had managed to get outside of the Castle. As the Drow worked their way inside, Gem, not interested in killing Orcs, slipped quickly through their Drow distracted masses.

Suddenly bursting from the crowded mass of Orcs, stopping for mere seconds to look around to get her bearings, Gem's eyes abruptly stopped their search and focused on a small party moving across the back of the Hall. From the height, and mannerism, not to mention the tits she had jutting out from her naked chest, Gem instantly recognized Desiree.

Gem's brows furrowed and a growl slipped out. "That has to be Desiree! And there, behind Desiree, the little blond..." Gem thought. Then she gasped aloud, "Flare!"

As she started forward again, moving as quickly as she could without running outright, she thought, "That redheaded female, obviously Human, must be Lord Roger's wife...ah...'Janey'!"

Then she saw Flare stop, looking her way. When the Elf began hopping up and down, and then Desiree seized her about the shoulders and clearly command her to enter the stairway, Gem lost it. With a shriek aimed entirely at Desiree, Gem broke out into a sprint, her eyes, red with utmost hatred, fixed on the Aesir's big smirk.

Her vision was so fixed, so narrowed, on Desiree, that the Guild Elf Commander didn't see the shadowy Orcs closing with her until almost too late. Ruefully she skidded to a halt as a wall of Orcs formed between her and a smiling, waving Desiree.

A waving 'goodbye' Desiree...

She had to take her attention from Desiree to deal with the Orcs! A quick glance confirmed that there were a clean dozen, all taller than her, in a crescent before her. Each and every one had an obvious hard-on jutting out, forming substantial bulges in the front of their leather pants.

The bulges were not small!

She shook herself mentally. "You are not some rookie facing her first horny Orc!" she chastised herself. Furthermore, there were twelve of them, not one!

The Orcs closed in, all of them smirking in Orc horniness. It was well known that Orcs preferred their Guild Elves pinned to the floor, held down so they couldn't interrupt the Orcs' taking whatever liberties they cared to.

"Not this Elf!" screamed in Gem's mind as she expertly mapped out the position and order of the advancing Orcs. When they had come too close to react quickly enough to defend themselves, she acted.

Two strides and a leap sent her up and forward towards the two Orcs in the exact center of the crescent, opposite her. Up and up she sailed as she retracted her legs. Then, at exactly the correct height and distance, her legs shot out, first the right, then the left.

Her heels smashed into the two Orcs' noses, crushing then and driving the nasal bone in each Orc into what they used for a brain. Both Orcs would be technically dead before they hit the stone floor.

Before she had finished kicking her legs out, and before she even looked that way, her sword arm was slashing back at the Orc immediately to her right. Her head turned just in time to see her stroke separate that Orc from his head.

As she finished settling, while still about a foot off the floor, that newly freed head flipped up another two feet, spinning over and over and flinging Orc blood all about his comrades. As the Orcs gawked at the spinning head, an about to land Gem brought her sword back, slashing at the fourth Orc immediately on her left. She was too low to strike the throat, but her sword slashed through his abdomen nicely, leaving an inches deep, foot long gash across and just below the Orc's navel.

As she gracefully landed on her feet, like a cat, the fourth Orc was trying to catch his intestines as they spilled out of him. He staggered back two steps, then collapsed.

Bending her knees to absorb the shock of landing on a unyielding stone floor, she looked around her for new targets of opportunity. She saw one coming from her right.

An Orc, having dodged the head flying overhead, came blindly, stupidly charging her, his own crude but ugly weapon raised over his head. He obviously intended to cleave her in two.

Instead he ran into her sword, blade vertical, his momentum driving the blade into him just below his sternum. Then with a downward cut with her arm, she laid him open from his Xiphoid Process to his groin.

The remaining Orcs on her right were temporarily blocked from her by the two falling carcasses before them, so Gem turned to the three Orcs on her left. They were just charging her, but they crowded together too much and only the first two could actually engage her. The third, in typically stupid Orc fashion, ran into the backs of his comrades, thereby compromising their own defenses.

For a few seconds a classical sword fight went on between the two closest Orcs and the Guild Elf. But it actually wasn't much of a contest. The Orcs were too slow, and their weapons too crude to actually give Gem any problems in swordplay. Within seconds she had knocked their weapon carrying arms aside, exposing them to her attack.

With a blurry cut she removed the sword arm at the elbow of the Orc on her left. Then she slashed to her right, cutting through the throat of the other Orc. Stabbing through the heart of the literally disarmed Orc on her left, she leaped again to clear the throat slashed Orc to come down before the last, horrified Orc, who could only gape at her as she beheaded him neatly.

Bending to one knee as the last three Orcs on her left fell to the floor, she looked at the remaining that had been on her right.

"Had been" was right, for the remaining living Orcs were no where to be seen.

Rising upright with a satisfied smile and wiping her blade clean with a fallen Orc's pants, she started for the stairs down which she assumed Desiree, and Flare, had disappeared.

Rushing away from the howls of battle, with Moonbeam buzzing above him and Hermione easily keeping up with him on his left, Roger could see, some quarter of a mile from the Castle's entrance, the opening of the broad steps that led to Desiree's Dragon's Roost and her 'normal' dungeons. As they closed with the stairs Roger made out a figure standing at the top of the stairs.

A blond haired figure about the height of Gem.

A blond haired hourglass figure with absolutely no clothes on!

"Marian," Hermione said as stepped up to the naked Guild Elf Commander.

She looked a sight to Roger. She was quivering, but not from the cold. Her bright pink nipples were also stiff and long, but not from the cold.

She was shiny with sweat, her eyes wide and...horny. He had been around Guild Elves long enough to recognize one hot and ready to fuck Guild Elf when he saw one!

"Are...are you alright, Marian?" Roger asked, eyeing her clothes in a pile behind her.

She just nodded, quick and stiffly.

Looking from Roger to Hermione and back, she said, "Dragonshaft is...down there! He has arrived! I can...smell him!"

Roger saw how wet the insides of her thighs were, especially after saying 'Dragonshaft'.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Hermione added.

Another quick and rigid nod. "Its all I can think about!" she cried, almost breaking down into tears. "I...I can't help it! Desiree...took me...I gave her everything I had...everything she asked for...anything she wanted...I couldn't resist her...couldn't stop cumming around and for her...I wanted to serve that huge prick...I wanted to please her! I couldn't...didn't resist her! And it was so good!"

The Elf went through a series of convulsions, grunting and gasping uncontrollably as her luscious hips humped back and forth.

Hermione leaned towards him and whispered, "Sex poison. It's the Sex Spider Poison. Desiree must have activated the intoxication when she...fucked her. That poison never leaves the body. It can really fuck up a girl! Makes them crave, need monster sex..."

"Please! I can't stand it! I'll do anything to get the itch...that horrible empty feeling...way down in my belly...to stop...they won't go away! I'll do anything! And Dragonshaft is so BIG! PLEASE!"

"If we go through with this, can we get her back?" Roger asked Hermione.

She nodded. "Give him enough time and he'll grow tired of her. Dragons are like Men, always want variety..." she looked out the corner of her eye at him. "Just like you! Besides we...Lady Gem...need Stryker!"

Roger winced. He didn't like this! He was getting possessive...downright selfish...about HIS Guild Elves! Maybe it was the endless sex they offered, or something else, something paternal...It didn't matter! He just didn't like sharing his Elves with other...Males!

Roger nodded. Hermione was right. Gem probably needed Stryker. Way more than they needed Marian right now.

With his nod, Marian nearly jumped for joy.

They awaited her in the red tinged room shimmering with quite unnatural heat. The grating in the floor issued blinding beams of red tinged light, metal melting heat, and the most heart rending, psyche terrifying moans and shrill screams as the three females awaited Desiree's entrance into the conduit.

Desiree stood on the Lokin side of the conduit, looking one last time to see if Gem was going to be charging down the stairs to confront her.

It was a matter of honor amongst Elves. Gem had challenged her over Flare. She just had to give the damned Guild Elf the opportunity to settle matters with her. Desiree, after all, was of Elf stock.

But Gem didn't come charging down the stairs. After a suitable moment of waiting for her, Desiree assumed she wasn't coming down...

Her Orcs had finally accomplished something for her...stopping the heroic Lady Gem! She hoped her Orcs didn't stretch her all out of shape stopping Lady Gem!

Desiree, dressed only in her floor length skirt, stepped through the shimmering wall into the hellish room.

Immediately after she did, a brief but bright flash of light indicated that 'someone', indeed, had entered the dungeon behind her!

Someone who definitely was NOT a Guild Elf!

Desiree looked over her companions. Flare looked downright eager to go on. Janey wasn't unhappy about returning to Earth, just unhappy about being in this hellish room. Cassiopeia didn't care where she went, she just wanted more pussy to plant her oversized clit into.

Desiree pointed to the shimmering wall on the opposite side of the hellish room. "I do not know where we will appear on Earth, so we better be prepared for the worse." She looked directly at Flare.

Flare smiled, then ominously drew her razor sharp sword.

"We must be discrete," Desiree went on. "I must be able to re-establish my lesbian organization before we draw any attention to ourselves. We will look for the nearest University or woman's College! One with dorms! Lots of potential lesbian converts there! Until then we must not attract attention to ourselves! Understood?"

Each female nodded. But Desiree didn't like the look on Flare's face! She seemed too...eager, what with her drawn sword and all.

But there was no more time...

She pointed to the opposite wall.

With Flare leading, they all stepped through...

Roger reached the Dragon's Roost to find Dragonshaft already there. Roger had to hold his left arm out to prevent an almost frantic Marian from dashing past him to the beast.

Roger frowned when he saw the mighty Stryker, buck naked and squatting underneath the Dragon's huge prick, tenderly...lovingly kissing both of the Dragon's near basketball sized nuts.

As soon as Roger stepped out the opening from the stairs, the Dragon looked up. The beast's lizard-like eyes gleamed as he scanned the females behind Roger. He looked appreciatively at Hermione, who didn't return his lusty leer. Then he looked at the sweaty, nude Guild Elf behind Roger.

Dragonshaft's huge cock began bobbing in eagerness, bouncing off the ball kissing Stryker's head.

Then Dragonshaft's vision turned to Roger.

Roger had to admit to himself, as he walked up to Dragonshaft, that the beast certainly was intimidating! Nearly twice as tall, and easily four times his weight, the Dragon's jaws, lined with vicious-looking teeth, looked like it could bite him in half!

But, as Roger kept approaching, a slight frown on his face, Dragonshaft abruptly lowered his head and drooped his eyelids in a sign of respect or even submission!

"My Lord," he hissed quietly.

It brought Roger up short, some ten feet from the reptile. "Dragonshaft," he simply replied.

"Desiree has gone...it is my understanding that she will not be returning for some time. The Dark Lords are gathering in the North and she didn't want to have to face them...and your wrath at the same time."

"That is my understanding, yes." Roger came back in a calm, diplomatic voice. He kept having to pull Marian back behind him. "But I have hopes that Desiree can be stopped and arrested by the Drow before she can get away. She has Elves, Guild Elves, that we...I want back."

Dragonshaft looked at the still nut kissing Guild Elf squatting under his meat. "I fully understand your desires...M'Lord. And I do not want to insult you...But you must understand...being a Male you certainly understand...that I must have a 'companion' with me for my existence in the distant caves I call my home is terribly lonely and cruel for a Male. I do not abuse my...er...Your Elves...I just fuck their brains out! And you have but to ask them...they will tell you how good I am to them...how good I am on top of them!"

As if on cue, Stryker pulled her head up alongside his pulsing organ, and nodded in agreement. When she saw Roger standing before the Dragon, she broke out in a big grin. "Lady Gem is here?"

Roger nodded. "She is here on a quest. Desiree has kidnapped Flare and...other females and Gem needs you to accompany her and Hermione..."

Suddenly, with an irritating buzz, Moonbeam flew before Roger's face. Turning from Stryker to Roger and back, she squealed out, "And me! I want to help! I love Flare, too! You should have a Fairy on this quest! I can be useful! I am going with Lady Gem!"

Roger had to grin. Nodding, he went on, "Sure! Of course! AND Moonbeam! They are going after Desiree to get revenge and to retrieve Flare and the others kidnapped. Gem has specifically requested your presence."

Stryker frowned. Turning to Dragonshaft, she asked, "Is that what you want?"

If a lizard could look embarrassed, Dragonshaft did. "Well...of course I do not want to give you up! You are the best of all my 'friends' at providing me with your tight ass! You know I cum so much more when it is you who is offering your ass up to me!" Then he looked at Roger, who was not smiling again. "But, you see, M'Lord Roger," and the Dragon nodded respectfully again at Roger, "wants you and I cannot refuse such a Lord..."

"Are you afraid of him?" Stryker came back.

Dragonshaft hesitated, then could only nod.

Roger couldn't believe it!

"I heard what he did to the Minotaur..." he replied. "I SAW what M'Lord Roger did to Dark Lord Chaos' Consort Moira and the Minotaur! The Dark Lords are terrified of him! If they are, then I am! Its how I have survived this long in Lokin, knowing who to be terrified of!"

Stryker looked at Roger, then rose to her feet.

For the first time Roger could see just how...hot...Stryker looked. Her buff body, stripped bare, of course, was just as shiny with sweat as Marian's. Her nipples jutted out just as far and as hard, her pink labia hung down between her strong thighs just as visibly as Marian's.

"I won't leave you!" she suddenly said. "I...I...I NEED you! I need your cock! I'll go mad if you don't fuck me again!"

"But we have an agreement!" Dragonshaft replied, lamely.

"I don't care! I won't leave you! And that is that!"

Dragonshaft looked sheepishly at Roger. "She is stubborn, M'Lord!"

Roger, looking over that hard, svelte body of the Guild Elf, had to agree.

But then Hermione whispered in his ear, "Open your pants!" she hissed into his ear.

Then, "Open your codpiece!"

When Roger hesitated, the Schoolgirl Mage reached around and pulled his codpiece aside. His semi-erect meat-hose fell right out.

Instantly he saw Stryker's eyes light up. Her fixed lower jaw dropped into an open-mouth gape. She suddenly couldn't take her eyes off him!

"OOOOO!" came the incredibly high pitched coo from the hovering, broadly smiling Fairy.

Hermione grabbed Marian before she could see Roger's schlong and flung her towards the Dragon. Stumbling forward, she ran right into Dragonshaft's hands. Picking her up, cooing into her nudity, his wings extended. Seconds later he was airborne. Seconds after that and all could hear Marian's screams of mind dissolving bliss.

Stryker just stared at Roger's hardening prick.

Then she started forward, directly at him.

Roger stiffened, halfway expecting the powerful Elf to assault him for depriving her of Dragonshaft. Instead, when she stopped a foot from the tip of his cock, her eyes never leaving his masculine display, she dropped heavily to her knees on the stone floor.

Opening her mouth wide, reaching out and pulling his pants open so his swollen, cum filled eggs dropped out, she inhaled Roger's cockhead and began gnawing on it most effectively.

"Damn!" Roger gasped, gripping the Guild Elf by her ears as Stryker relentlessly gobbled up inches of his now iron bar hard meat. The delicious wet heat and velvety friction of Stryker's throat, mouth, and tongue seized him just as fiercely as Dragonshaft's cock possessed Marian. His knees nearly collapsed as the fantastic cocksucker drew his wadd, his next load, right up from his balls, through his tubes, and into his jerking, throbbing, pulsing Elf-stuffer.

Suddenly, with the most loud and disgusting slurp, the Elf pulled completely off his jumping prick. Continuing to jack him, throwing her saliva and his precum all about them, Stryker looked up at him. Her face was pleading with him, "Cum for me now so I can drink you! But you must promise me, when there is more time, to fuck my ass like Dragonshaft does...till you can't hold your wadd back...till I throw you up when you cum and your spooge comes out of my ears! Promise?"

All he could do was pant and then nod his head.

"Good! Now cum!" she barked. Then, opening her mouth as wide as a comic book character's, she swallowed him, forcing his entire length down her relaxed throat in one soul stealing gulp.

All Roger could do was moan like he had just been murdered and grab Stryker's long ears frantically. In real crisis, he looked to Hermione for help.

With a little smile the Schoolgirl Mage reached between his spread legs and began applying her long, sharp nails to his defenselessly hanging babymakers.

Roger closed his eyes and, with a despairing whine of consummate male surrender, listened to Stryker start to gag as his meat rapidly disappeared into her head and then, just as quickly, reappeared.

When, subsequently, Hermione clamped down on both his balls, one per hand, the roost was filled with the vomit-like sounds of Guild Elf throat being hosed down with copiously gooey divine wadd...

Gem tore down the narrow, crudely cut stone stairs, running madly into the only room at their end. Coming to a hasty, sliding halt, she immediately made out that the wall opposite to the stairs didn't look 'solid'. It shimmered as only casted magick can make stone shimmer.

"They went that way," she told herself, preparing to go inside herself, not willing to wait for the others...

As she took her next fateful step she abruptly realized that she wasn't alone! Standing in the shadows of the block walled dungeon were two figures! Figures that stepped towards her to show themselves to be...

Drow!

"Now how did they get here ahead of me?" she thought, remembering the fighting still going on above and behind her. Then, as they slowly continued to approach her and stepped into the dim light of the single torch at the base of the stairs, she noticed that they were not exactly Drow...at least not exactly like the Drow she had come with...

While black skinned and white haired, their unusually long, pointed ears were uniquely curved into forward pointing horns.

"I've never seen anything like that!" she told herself. But then, as the creatures continued to slowly approach her, she recalled a memory...a very distant memory of the far past.

She had seen such creatures before!

Then those horn-like ears abruptly glowed!

And a buzz began in Gem's head. A buzz that dulled her thinking, lowered her eyelids, and generally made her feel so...sleepy. She fought the sensation, naturally, but it would not be denied.

Then the Guild Elf Commander found herself in what seemed another place and in another time...

The stars shone brilliantly and steadily in the black dome overhead, no artificial city lights to outshine them, no clouds or other floating material to obscure them, no Elf-made buildings to block the black, starry horizon. For a complete 180 degrees overhead, from one flat horizon on the prairie to the other, the absolutely perfect black dome arched over her in comforting totality.

Guild Elves found the star filled night skies of the prairie comforting. She was home...The vast Lokin prairie, 'kingdom' of the Guild, 'home' to the Guild Elves.

The breeze was cool, but not cold, and gentle but constant. Her campsite, naturally, was meticulously laid out...for Gem would have it no other way. The fire wasn't the usual bonfire sized, but then that was not necessary when she was the only Elf in this campsite.

Only alone no longer. She stood, facing East, into the breeze, as two shadows approached, slowly and steadily. She had smelt them long before she had either heard or saw them. Most unlike Guild Elves, approaching an unalerted camp from upwind.

The odor, however, wasn't of typical Guild Elf. There was a musk, a very...Male musk, not unlike Lord Roger's, in the breeze! Like the strangers had testicles...big, potent, and not often washed, Man-eggs!

Then she saw them. They were Elf sized alright, and made none of the sounds that would give away if they were beasts intent on harm, like your typical Orc, by carrying weapons...

They stepped into the glow of her modest fire and Gem sighed in relief, "Stryker!" she softly called out to the first to become recognizable. Seconds later she added, with even more emotion, "Flare!" as the blond beauty stepped in.

She fought down tears as she looked at Flare, then she looked at Stryker and her heart pounded!

Stryker looked so powerful!

So imposing!

So...commanding!

But, strangely, and at one and the same time, she somehow 'knew' these were not the two Guild Elves most close to her heart! Some little voice in her mind kept repeating, almost frantically, that all this was an illusion...a dream.

However the rest of Gem's mind, as well as her senses apparently, insisted that the newly arriving Elves were certainly Stryker and Flare...she, most of her anyway, was immediately certain of that.

But still that little voice insisted...urging her to recognize that there were 'things' about them that were...wrong.

Like the shiny black skin...

And the...huge...bulges in their Sherwood green tights!

That did trouble her...a little. But her heart pounded so, and she so WANTED them to be Stryker and Flare!

And when Flare stopped a couple of feet before her, smiling that sweet, faux-innocent smile of hers, the most insistent, thrilling, compassion saturated emotions went through her! She had been so worried about Flare! Lost with Desiree! How would she get her back this time? She had been so certain that, this time, she wouldn't get back her partner and...and...lover...and bottom!

But when she looked to Stryker standing just as close, but on her left, Gem uncharacteristically hissed like some schoolgirl standing in an empty and dark stadium after school with a leering, grinning football player of whom she had had a crush on all semester...

Stryker had never before looked so tall, so confident, so...powerful in Gem's eyes! And she looked so...interested in Gem's figure as they stood two feet apart, one powerful Guild Elf leering at the other, suddenly and uncharacteristically meek, Guild Elf's aroused and barely covered tits! Stryker's eyes seem to burn right through her vest, exposing all her jutting 'charms' to those roaming eyes!

And, for once, Gem permitted it! In fact, she liked it!

Gem abruptly realized that, standing intimidated before Stryker's stimulating musculature and down-right rapacious gaze, she wasn't becoming angry! In fact, she was getting so...hot!

"We are so glad to see you!" the voice exploded, unheard, within her skull. She jumped at first, so piercing it was. It could not be ignored. It also didn't exist outside of her head. Neither Stryker's nor Flare's lips moved when it spoke. And She didn't recognize the voice as either Flare's or Stryker's. "We have come to...service you, Aesir!"

"'Aesir'?" she gasped silently. "Who here is an Aesir?" A moment's further thought and Gem knew of whom they spoke of, "Desiree! They think I am Desiree?"

"You are not Desiree?!" roared again in her head. The two smiling Elves' mouths did not move as the voice, a new one, filled her head. "But we are for Desiree!"

"They can read my mind?!" Gem realized, fear rising in her. All too hastily, then, she reached for her sword at her hip.

Only her hand didn't...couldn't move as fast as last time she drew her sword! It seemed to take it forever just to get halfway to her sword handle! In frustration, she looked up at the two 'Elves'.

As she moved her head to look to the right hand Elf, Flare, then to the left hand Elf, Stryker, in what seemed to her to be a blink of an eye, the two figures were standing immediately before her. No more than a foot from her. Her hands now seemed not to be able to move at all as she watched, wide eyed in utter shock, as the one who looked like Flare unhooked her sword belt and flung it, along with her only weapon, into the surrounding darkness. "You will not have a use for that, this evening!" exploded omnipotently in her skull. The power of that voice made her jerk her head towards the smiling Stryker. Their eyes locked.

Gem felt a rarely experienced, but heart-stopping, absolutely wicked burst of arousal explode up her spine from that spot at the base of her spinal cord...where Loki had put that 'spot' in all his Elves all those thousands of years ago.

The wave of most feminine sexual excitement made her feel not only aroused but, especially as she stared into 'Stryker's' eyes, swept with breath stealing lusty submission...submission to a greater power...carnal submission to a vastly more powerful and very sexually potent creature.

It was all she could do not to whine and whimper like a little virginal "Red Riding Hood" while she gawked into 'Stryker's' eyes, all the while getting hornier and hornier and hornier...

In no time at all all she felt, all she wanted, was to submit to this leering Stryker...to let her ravage her in any position or way possible!

"But this is NOT you, Gem!" That little voice of her own mind within her head nagged.

That voice jarred her out of her reverie, activating her own consciousness. For a split second...just...she saw the massive stone blocks of the walls surrounding her in the dungeon in Desiree's Castle. But...

Within seconds what her eyes were telling her narcotized brain faded back into the dream-like prairie of Lokin. But that split second allowed her to confirm in her mind that these two standing, leering before her were NOT Stryker nor Flare!

But her body, and emotions, reacted as if the Elves were her two closest companions. And she still was so hot!

And the consideration of whether these two were who she thought they were or not was becoming so difficult! So tiring! Too tiring! Better to just let things happen just the way they were...

She so wanted it to occur this way!

No stopping it, she quite unwillingly and autonomically felt her broad, straight shoulders shudder as if she were cold.

But she in no way 'felt' cold! Quite the opposite!

She managed to silently gasp out, "Who are you? Why are you looking for Desiree!"

The one who looked like Stryker answered. "We are here to destroy her!"

Gem nodded. "Good! That is just what I want to do, but she has..."

"She is not important, now," Flare interrupted. "Now that you are here!"

Gem looked from one beautiful smiling face to the other. "What do you mean?"

"Since Desiree is not here, you will do!" 'Stryker' replied.

"Explain yourself! Who sent you Drow here? Who has given you your orders?" the Guild Elf Commander barked, again silently, back.

'Flare's' smile broadened as she traced the tip of her right index finger over and around Gem's jutting right tit, making the Guild Elf's already hard nipple swell dramatically and causing her throat to close off in rising, and irresistible, sex-heat. "We are not Drow, technically." 'Flare' added, stroking her index finger right over Gem's almost painfully erect nipple.

Then 'Stryker' added, "Our Master is Lord Chaos, you know!" Then the 'Drow' gripped Gem's bulging left asscheek in a masterfully strong, claw armed hand. Her smile broadened as Gem jumped, giving out with sweetest little squeak at the goose. 'Stryker' brought her gorgeous, chiseled black countenance closer to Gem's now sweating, wide eyed face, "We are 'Sex Assassins', and not what you think we are, simple minded Guild Elves! I think your kind used to call us that, long ago," she hissed into Gem's face.

Gem stared unblinking into 'Stryker's' eyes. She looked so much like Stryker! It brought back all those thoughts, dreams, hopes long buried in Gem's highly disciplined mind. Hopes about Stryker...and her!

With her ass grip on real Guild Elf bun, 'Stryker' hauled Gem up against her, her smirk broadening further in her building confidence with this Elf. Like a vampire pawing its next victim, 'Stryker' leered down at the passive, nonresistant Gem.

Gem gasped as their two rock hard bodies pressed intimately together. Then she realized that this 'Stryker' was a good head, nearly, taller than the original!

But her body took no notice of her discovery. That lush, metaphysically perfect body was in 'Stryker's' hands now, where Gem, she realized, wanted to be!

'Stryker' was continuing. "We are in the service of the Absolute Lord of Lokin and of the Dark Lords in Jotunheim...the Great Lord Chaos! We are here to show that the Dark Lords cannot be trifled with! Our first choice for sexual defeat and Thralldom would have been Desiree. But she has escaped us, apparently and, no doubt, temporarily."

'Stryker' took a long, pleasant (for her) moment to glare down at Gem's heaving, hard nippled tits perfectly outlined by her tight and hardly tied closed in the front vest. Satisfied with the beauty before her, she went on, "If the Aesir escaped, we have been ordered to fuck into a sex enslaved stupor, mercilessly yoked to the sexual service of and obsession to Our Lord Chaos' Male power for all time, whichever appropriately high ranking Elf we find...as an 'object lesson' to you irritating little fuck-bitches so you will know and remember that when you are inconsiderate, insolent, and flippant to your Masters and Superiors in matters concerning the Dark Lords, or their Aesirs, there are consequences...severe consequences!"

"Yes!" Flare added, giving Gem's abruptly throbbing boob a quick, and deliciously sensuous, squeeze, "An object lesson!" 'Flare's' spicy-hot cinnamon breath swept over Gem's face.

Abruptly the Guild Elf was filled with powerful and conflicting emotions. She shuddered as a wicked bolt of lust shot up her spine when 'Stryker's' hand left her bulging asscheek to touch and then stroke the base of her spine, over her tailbone, where the ganglia of the sexual nerve pathway found there exploded into activity. She shuddered and gasped as the awesome, artificially produced but most potent, nonetheless, lust shot through her.

Immediately there was a wet spot in her tights right over her cameltoe.

Then 'Stryker's face came closer.

That little part of Gem's mind was screaming at her in abject terror, knowing what now accosted her...Hashish-Drow! Merciless sex-monsters of the past! The ancient Sex-Assassins from the Elf wars of over two thousand years ago.

The myths she heard of them had given the Drow-like creatures awesome powers over any and all Elves. Those myths said that no Elf, including Drow, could escape them once she was in their grasp.

At least she hoped, especially now, that those stories were just myths!

"No!" Gem roared, shaking her groped tail and pushing on 'Stryker's' shoulders with all her might.

Might as well try to move a mountain!

Then 'Stryker' crushed the Guild Elf Commander with a devastating kiss.

Gripping the barely struggling Guild Elf by her horseback developed asscheeks, 'Stryker' drew her victim in, taking possession of Gem's lush body, stealing...sucking Gem's doubts about, her resistance to, 'Stryker' through that heart stopping, torrid, delicious kiss.

After a mere half moment of kissing Gem moaned passionately into 'Stryker's' mouth and her resistance stopped. Her arms dropped passively to her sides, going limp. Now all that held her were the omnipotently brawny hands and arms of a Hashish-Drow who looked like Stryker, gripping and controlling her asscheeks. Grinding her mound against the rock hard bulge in 'Stryker's' tights. That masterful butt grip stole Gem's breath as she fought with 'Stryker's' spicy-cinnamon flavored tongue.

It was 'Stryker' who eventually broke their heart pounding kiss, not Gem. Gem would have stayed, lips pressed together, tongues intertwined, ass gripped by talons of steel, forever...

But consciously, so far, she realized very well that this was NOT Stryker, or Flare! They were evil...monstrously evil!

And they were going to enslave her to the Dark Lords!

Without thinking, just acting, she shot her fists out, each aimed at the chins of the 'Guild Elves' accosting her...

Only her arms moved so slowly! It was as if she were punching through molasses, everything moved so slowly compared to the Hashish-Drow! Before her 'lightning' quick blows could cover even half of the distance to the Drow's faces, they had deflected her fists and the one who looked like Stryker, displaying that she was just as powerful as the original version, easily and quickly bent Gem's arms back behind her!

Staring into 'Stryker's' grinning black face, (It WAS black! Stryker wasn't black skinned! How could she fall for that?) all Gem could feel now was...passion! Anger at these beasts had never been there, and certainly no anger would now appear. Her body, her emotional mind, had been convinced, by what she couldn't say, that these two were her Elves, Flare and Stryker!

And the lust for these two relentlessly built within her subconscious. Relentlessly, like a silky and hot blanket clinging to and stimulating her body came an all too feminine craving to be receptive to...to be a submissive partner to an all powerful, dominating top/lover who would give her...force her to accept her...impalement, to permit Gem to satisfy her feminine 'duty' by accommodating a lover's glory far within her. Gem could only pant up into the powerful and dominating 'Stryker's smiling face as the beast pawed her full and firm ass.

Now the only emotion in her was, "It felt so good to be in the hands of, to be helpless before this black skinned, tautly muscled 'Elf'!"

'Flare' stepped behind her and took her arms. Returning her own arms to Gem's front, 'Stryker' seized the Guild Elf's vest and ripped it asunder.

Gem cried out raggedly, suffering through another torrid jolt of unrequested submissive sexual pleasure with the violent rending of her verst, all while her impressive girl-rack jiggled and heaved before the leering Hashish-Drow. Her nipples were so hard! It was as if she were enjoying being helpless before these beasts!

Maybe that was how they could crush the spirit and wills of the Elves they 'assassinated'?

'Stryker' cupped and fondled Gem's melons, cooing as she hefted their firm, warm...flawless mass. Then she caught Gem's half inch long nipples between her thumbs and forefingers...

"AAAAAH!" Gem screamed...she had to...as her knees momentarily buckled and her flat belly heaved. The electric shock that went through her...blanking out her mind...so almost-orgasmic...so painfully good!

She was panting now like a newlywed on her wedding night, standing naked for the first time before her towering, compelling, masterful mate, writhing in bliss in his tit groping hands! Her body...her mind wanted now to be ravaged...by anyone...by anything! She relished the two monsters' handling of her!

"Delicious!" 'Stryker' sighed as she released Gem's throbbing udders. Then her hands dropped to the Guild Elf Commander's tights!

"No!" whined, automatically, the Guild Elf as her tights, her wet tights, were pulled down to her ankles in one breathtaking yank. Without ceremony 'Stryker' lifted Gem's legs and pulled her bunched up tights off her feet. She cast them, too, into the darkness.

Now she was naked between and before these beasts!

Flare released Gem's arms, as if she were certain that the Elf wasn't going to try anything further to escape or defy them now that she had been stripped for and horribly aroused by them!

They were acting like she was already seduced...conquered...now just anticipating their degrading ravagement of her!

And what was worse, when Gem's arms were released, she didn't do anything to escape or even fight back! She just stared, wide and wild eyed while panting like a long distance runner, at the two dark skinned 'Guild Elves' as 'Flare' stepped around her to join 'Stryker'.

Now, quivering stripped naked in the cool, gentle breeze, Gem could observe the two 'Guild Elves' more closely.

Gem had to admit that 'Flare' certainly looked like the original. Love, and not a little raw lesbionic lust, surged in her when she gazed upon 'Flare's' face...Only the Elf still had that shiny black skin, and her ears were too long, and bent forward, and glowed...

So, her memory kept insisting, she actually didn't look that much like the Flare Gem remembered. But it was Gem's emotional mind, backed up by her subconscious, that insisted that this 'Drow' was Flare. And, with the surges of torrid libido stimulating arousal coursing through her, she just as soon not harp on the details.

The same thing went for 'Stryker'. Gem was 'convinced' that the black skinned, highly defined muscled figure before her was Stryker. Yet Gem's analytical mind could make out and note the wrong skin color, and the long, bent, glowing ears.

Yet, to the rest of her it just didn't matter.

In any case reality was that when she looked at the muscular Elf the same old bolts of raw, lesbionic passion flashed through her...like she always got whenever she had looked closely at the heroic Guild Elf. Only now those jolts were oh so more intense, more insistent than in the past when she had been in the field with the Guild Elf. She had always thought...maybe wished, Stryker to be more than a 'companion'. There were times, when they were physically close in a dark, quiet camp, that just being close to the real Stryker, a naked Stryker, had made her wet...

And bathing with her in a cold, clear stream, surrounded by dense, gray, comforting fog at the crack of dawn! It was all she could do to maintain her discipline! Thank Loki she could blame her stiff clit, hard nipples, and dangling labia on the cold water...

But it was her rank, her 'command voice', that demanded of her that she never show weakness or any...sexual...affection for any other Elf but her "official" 'partner/lover'. She could never tell when she would have to send them on a dangerous mission, or see them injured during a battle, and she could never let other's of lower rank influence her decision making, take away her ability to dispassionately 'command'. Also, that meant she could never let herself or have another make her, seduce her into becoming the 'bottom'...to anyone! To her 'command voice', to allow herself to be submissive in a lesbian, or any, sexual relationship just could not be permitted for a Guild Elf Commander!

Flare was as far as Gem would ever permit, and with Flare Gem was always the top! And Flare knew it, and respected Gem's 'needs' to be and her talent as a top, and by now Gem was certain that Flare would never take advantage of their relationship. Flare would volunteer for hazardous or unpleasant missions just as often as Stryker, who was notorious for volunteering for such. Out of their bedroll, Flare never showed or bragged about her 'relationship' as Gem's 'bottom' to the other troopers, even though it was common knowledge to most Guild Elves who had seen them dance together before the fires.

It was what had to be...for Gem's benefit. It was one of the ways Flare showed her deep and sincere love for the Guild Elf Commander.

Stryker in her bedroll, on the other hand, was the very image, to Gem as well as most Guild Elves, of a beautiful, dominate, Guild Elf dyke! But until this moment with Gem facing, after being stripped naked, the powerful, sexy...and yes, copy of...Stryker on the lonely prairie where none of her 'Sisters' could see her if she did 'give in', she remembered in minute detail all of those past events, past opportunities where she had just refused to satisfy those...urges that Stryker so easily and so often had created in her libido. In that past she had always repressed the urges, the craving to accept Stryker's subconscious advances.

Because Stryker was a complete and sole lesbian top, and demanded of her bottoms complete sexual submission. Submission that, until now, Gem had never seriously entertained.

Until now...

Now she 'knew', she recognized, she realized that for the longest time she had wanted Stryker to take her...to take the choice away from her...to relentlessly and mercilessly force her...mount her like a sexually conquered Guild Elf should be mounted by her conqueror, and master her like Stryker had mastered, one time or another, essentially all the other Guild Elves in her troop!

She had watched voyeuristically, many times, Stryker, in her bedroll, reduce a trooper to noisy convulsions of sexual defeat and orgasmic enslavement.

Now, with searing, belly melting realization, Gem accepted, then, that she had always had a near schoolgirl and very lesbian crush on that buff Elf! That the Great Lady Gem, Guild Elf Commander extraordinaire, had a fantasy, a dream to no longer command...to not HAVE TO watch out for the others, to not always be aware of dangers and threats to her Troop, her Command! There had been times (And this was definitely one!) where she had oh so desperately wanted to be put in her place, to be reigned over under a powerful, triumphant, and, above all, COMMANDING dyke Elf...Stryker, to be mercilessly ravaged like some booty from a conquered village or a virginal rookie on her first patrol!

Gem heaved her chest in her sincere pant, thrusting her Hollywood class tits into the leering, grinning faces of the Stryker and Flare look-a-likes, but especially 'Stryker'. With complete admission and concurrence with herself, she was trying to egg them on, to goad them into ravaging her!

Especially 'Stryker'!

The two Elves, faces splint by wide grins, abruptly looked at each other, nodded, and then pulled their own vests off over their heads.

Now it was time for the naked Gem to gawk! Their chests certainly looked, at first glance it seemed, just like Stryker's and Flare's...

Except, she almost immediately realized, their tits were way too big! Especially 'Stryker's'! While Flare always had a jutting, Guild Elf ideal, firmly conical rack to be proud of, Stryker's tits had always been on the flat-ish, small side, especially when compared to Gem's. Now both 'Guild Elves' had pairs of perfectly smooth cones literally dwarfing Gem's babyfeeders! Damn, they 'outperformed' Queen Thora's boobs!

"Yet," the staring Gem suddenly realized, "it seemed 'right' for these two to be so stacked!"

Hadn't she always dreamed that the Elf that would master her would be bigger than her in the chest department?

But they were yanking down their tights, now!

"Oh by Loki's Hammer!" she screeched out the profanity when the bulges in their tights were uncovered and each 'Elf' flipped up a massive, 'Loki-Cock' dimension, very Male organ almost literally into her utterly fascinated, glowing eyed face!

Kicking off their tights, the two 'Elves' stepped up to her and pressed their hot, firm, thick poles up against her equally hot and firm, and smooth body. Each cockhead pressed deeply into the underside of each of her breasts.

Unconsciously, as if to control where on, or in, her body the massive shafts went, Gem gripped each prick in one of her, completely inadequate, hands. Then, again unconsciously, she squeezed the shafts...

Greasy and copious, the wormy, coiled and lumpy fluid bubbled and gushed out like melted butter from the deeply indented bottoms of her breasts to create a slimy, torrid flow down her heaving stomach and between her already well parted thighs.

Gem closed her eyes in unbearable pleasure when the slick slime flooding her loins seemed to ignite, setting her smooth, pink nether flesh aflame as if burning gasoline had been poured on her. She hissed, long and loud, before the arrogantly chuckling Hashish-Drow, who acted as if they had seen just such a reaction in Elves before...many times before.

Then she raggedly gasped as a hand, a strong, yet gentle and skillful hand, slipped between her parted thighs and soaked labia to start literally and disdainfully exploring her sex. Soon those fingers were parting her soaked pussy-lips, rimming the opening between them, and then going on, right up to between her bulging buns to her tailbone.

Gem just couldn't keep still from that hand's skillful fondling of her most private of 'parts'!

Never had being groped, with or without her permission, felt so...damned good!

It was 'Flare' who reported, "Soaking wet, both openings. This Elf bitch is as ready to service us as she'll ever be!"

'Stryker' pulled her gunk dripping prick out of Gem's almost desperate grip, then stepped behind the Guild Elf. "I'll take the back hole..."

"Why do you always get the asshole?" 'Flare' replied not without some irritation in her 'voice'. Irritation not withstanding, the 'Guild Elf' lined up the broad, massive bulb of 'Flare's' prick in the deep crease between Gem's jutting tits, the end of her prick popping through the top of Gem's cleavage when she pressed the Guild Elf's tits together around it.

Then when 'Flare' pulled on Gem's shoulders, the Guild Elf Commander obediently bent over, presenting her magnificent ass back at 'Stryker'.

'Flare' immediately began a slow, sensuous fucking of her huge organ between Gem's breasts, coating, lubricating her cleavage with copious precum.

"Because I'm bigger, that's why!" Exploded in Gem's head. The 'voice' she recognized as 'Stryker's'. "These Elf sluts appreciate size back here!"

Gem felt the inches wide tip of 'Stryker's' glans slip easily, and deeply, between her bulging buttocks and directly into her thrust out back pore. The Guild Elf Commander's head popped up, eyes wide, jaw dropped from the startling stretching of her sphincter. Her eyes locked on 'Flare's'.

'Stryker's' driving glans only stopped when the overwhelmed Guild Elf cried out softly from sphincter overextension.

'Flare' grabbed a handful of Gem's hair and kept her head up, directing her face towards hers. 'Flare' looked straight into Gem's oval eyes.

'Flare' smiled sweetly down at Gem. Then her horns glowed brighter...

And, with a ragged hiss, tears formed in Gem's eyes as her startled countenance changed into one illustrating the deep love Gem had always had for Flare, and now had for the 'Flare' standing before her. For a moment Gem forgot all about the fist sized cockhead lodged in her anal pore.

"You are a beautiful Elf, Gem!" 'Flare' said while stroking Gems hair.

Gem, rational understanding of the situation she was in none-withstanding, nearly broke down in a crying jag over the relief she felt over, in her mind, not losing Flair, combined with all her memories of them together, of how many times Flare had saved her, and she her, on so many of their missions over the eons...all came rushing back into her consciousness. "Flare!" she gasped, two tears running down her cheeks. "I...I love you, Flare!"

With Gem's emotion charged declaration, 'Flare' glanced over Gem's head at 'Stryker', who shrugged her shoulders and then signaled for 'Flare' to "go with it!" 'Flare' looked back at Gem. "Hold me...Gem!" she said.

Without looking Gem's hands came up and gripped 'Flare's' huge meat tube in both her dwarfed hands, then she pulled it out from between her enveloping tits. Gem thought that, at this particular moment, she recognized how similar the prick she gripped around the broad shaft right now felt to...Lord Roger's.

'Stryker' began slowly rotating her half-swallowed-by-Gem's-asshole cockhead within the Guild Elf's anus, relaxing and spreading her sphincter.

Gem hardly noticed, lost in 'Flare's' eyes...

"Do you love me, Gem?" 'Flare' whispered.

"Oh yes!" Gem instantly replied. Her hands, on their own volition, started stroking, milking, jacking the mighty shaft before her. Tons of hot ball gunk dripped down on her tits. "Finding you is the happiest moment..."

"Oh," 'Flare' went on, "and finding you has been, too, my happiest moment."

Gem was shuddering now as 'Stryker's' wickedly effective preparation of Gem's asshole started to take its toll on Gem's libido.

'Stryker' smirked as Gem began to instinctively push her ass back against her goosing cockhead.

"Will you show me your love?" 'Flare' added, trying not to smirk.

"Yes! Anything! I want you to be happy! I want you to stay with me! Anything!"

Relaxing her grip on the Guild Elf's hair, allowing her head to drop a little in order to face the drooling tip of her Loki sized cock, 'Flare' added, "If you love me, then suck me...Gem! Love me with your wonderful mouth like you and your Sisters do with your mounts! Suck me until I fill your mouth and throat with my...love! Suck me until I am empty of...love! Suck me..." 'Flare' gently pushed down on the back of Gem's head.

Abruptly Gem felt the slimy cockhead press insistently against her lips. She felt the slimy fluid coat her closed lips. She smelled the musky, potent smell of Hashish-Drow ballsac and precum. Without hesitation or thinking, the odor and taste of the precum saturating her with ravenous hunger for...meat, Gem simply moaned and opened her drooling mouth.

And 'Flare' thrust her organ straight up into Gem's head, easily and immediately forcing apart her jaws and driving up into the Guild Elf Commander's throat until Gem gagged nastily. Gem's sweet saliva drooled readily and copiously down 'Flare's' cockshaft as the Guild Elf slurped and gagged noisily on the mouthful she already had.

Demonstrating that the appearance of Stryker's strength was not an allusion, 'Stryker' gripped Gem by her hips, holding her still for a count, then began her own thrust into the other end of Gem's alimentary tract.

Only she was commendably slower and less impatient than 'Flare's' penetration.

Gem was in no condition to either protest or resist as her sphincter dilated dramatically under 'Stryker's' assault. Almost immediately her asshole gave way and 'Stryker's' fist sized and vividly purple cockhead popped into her.

Her puppy like bark when 'Stryker' achieved entrance was quite well suppressed by 'Flare's' cockhead plugging her throat.

"Suck me, Elf!" 'Flare' softly commanded, lovingly stroking the cocksucker's hair.

All the passive and passion seized Gem could do was moan softly around the half swallowed cock and drool her clear saliva down the wrist thick shaft still extending out of her widely spread mouth. Then she began giving head...eager, wet, noisy, slurping mouth-sex.

'Flare', closing her eyes in building bliss, gripped Gem's head more tightly and pushed it down, ever further down around her swollen organ.

And Gem complied, sucking and slurping as her head descended, swallowing up ever more meat, until, with a loud gag, 'Flare's' cockhead popped into Guild Elf esophagus.

Releasing the Guild Elf's head, 'Flare' watched, enthralled, as Gem's head started bobbing, taking ever more meat into her throat with each vigorous, willing plunge of her cock filled head.

Bending over the bent over, head bobbing Guild Elf Commander, 'Stryker' leaned in to Gem's long, pointed right ear. Speaking loud enough for 'Flare' to hear, speaking in a sexy husk designed to instinctively set Gem's passion alight, she went, "Feel me, Elf? Feel me at your entrance, Elf? Feel what I have for you, Elf? Want it? Want to serve us both? Can you take both of us? Take us both? Get us both off into your talented body?"

'Flare' reached under Gem's bobbing head to cup the Guild Elf's jutting jugs, mauling the titmeat and tugging on her flaming pink nipples. "Me, too, Elf! You like me inside you? All of me in your throat? Just like you do your mounts? Will you tell me if I taste better than a horse? Just think, Elf, how many times you must have fucked this Flare of yours...in Alfheim...in the field! Did you ever let Flare fuck you back? Ever wondered about it? Ever asked her to mount you? Does that thought excite you, Elf?"

Nodding short and quick, making her stretched, nearly filled throat gag noisily, Gem whined around the foot of meat filling her mouth and throat. There was no fight left in her. No resistance at all to these beasts. She had never been more hot, more eager, so...available to any-Elf, anyone, anything, with or without Male organs. She didn't really know why she was this way. She just was. Anyway, mounted and possessed as she was, such questions no longer mattered to her anyway.

Never had her psyche been so thrashed, laid open, crushed. Her deepest subconscious desires, needs, lusts and loves where completely exposed...and she was thrilled to her soul that those needs, especially regarding Stryker, were finally going to be satisfied!

Only in fevered dreams had she ever hoped to be able to submit, to open herself, to willfully accept sexual conquest and violation from Stryker. She thought that it would never happen in real life...that she would, could never let it happen in real life!

Now she was poised upon not one but two magnificent, demonic Man organs, each spreading, stuffing one of her perfectly prepared and completely eager openings. Man organs possessed by her two closest Guild Elf friends, compatriots, troopers, and, now (She fervently hoped!) LOVERS!

She began swallowing and sucking on the nearly buried cock in her mouth and throat, thrilling again when 'Flare' moaned appreciatively.

'Stryker' kissed, then sucked on Gem's neck under her ear while an expertly sucked on Flare twisted and pulled on the Guild Elf's nipples. Gem shuddered and jerked, panting and gaging loudly.

"Tell me you want me, all of me, all inside you Elf! Give yourself to me...to us!" husked 'Stryker' into her ear. Then 'Stryker' reached around the bent over Elf to take her throbbing tits from 'Flare'. She began milking them as if Gem were some cow.

With a forced, all too desperate moan, Gem nodded eagerly. Her head couldn't move very far with that cock down her throat, but her agreement was obvious enough.

She certainly was NOT resisting them!

"So be it!" 'Stryker' growled, looking at 'Flare' and nodding. Then she simply thrust...

The smothered scream was the only thing Gem could do as 'Stryker's' quite Loki sized cock slipped smoothly, almost effortlessly, and definitely completely between Gem's bulbous and widely spread buns and into her bowels.

Gem's cock smothered shriek metamorphosed into a long, low frequency moan, as 'Stryker' then ground her ass buried cock far, far up Gem's guts, rubbing her glans against the Guild Elf's 'spot' with murderous effect. "OOOOOOOO!"

Then Gem's head again started up its quick and eager bobbing, noisily swallowing all of 'Flare's' jumping meat.

The two Hashish-Drow closed they eyes in building sweet-hot pleasure as Gem willingly...eagerly...accepted them within her.

But 'Striker' had other plans, other goals besides unloading into a delightful Guild Elf's horse developed butt. So she filled her hands to overflowing with titmeat and, pulling about half of her meat out of the widely stretched, vacuum filled bowels of the Elf, she moved her face next to Gem's ear. 'Stryker' then said, "Let's see if you have the same 'spot' as Desiree has!"

"Yea!," 'Flare' said, driving with even more force into Gem's choking, flushed face, "Light her eyes up like Desiree's will when we catch her!"

"AAAH!" 'Stryker' moaned as she pulled the Elf towards her with her tit grip while driving powerfully between Gem's wide parted buttock domes. The approximate foot of meat slipped in smoothly, with Gem's only outburst being another long, smothered moan.

A moan of wondrous pleasure...

But then 'Stryker' winced as her deeply buried glans encountered a little bump, pressing into the top surface of her curved cockhead. A substantially hotter little bump compared to the surrounding tissue.

"There it is!" gasped 'Stryker' into Gem's ear. "Now I have you!"

And the fully buried beast began to flex her butt buried cock as 'Flare' took hold of Gem's head and started fucking the Guild Elf's throat in long, smooth, luxurious strokes of delicious pleasure.

Gem began to sound like a pig in slop.

But when her 'spot' was pressed into by 'Stryker's' glans, Gem forgot all the pleasures of being throat-fucked by a monstrous Man organ as she felt a fiery spike shoot up her spine. When 'Stryker' flexed her cock again, and that firm cockhead punched again into that, now fully activated 'spot', her lower spinal ganglion...

Gem's consciousness exploded...

As 'Flare' roared the success of the Hashish-Drow by erupting into the Elf's flushed face, mouth, and throat, shooting repeated spurts of wormy ballchowder out the Guild Elf's dilated nostrils and sending sheets of lumpy, off white babystuff down her chin in cup sized waves gushing out between throbbing, sucked off cockshaft and maximally stretched, vacuum locked Elf lips, Gem's eyes flew open and shot two searchlight beams against the straw covered dirt floor of the dungeon...

They could see nothing, standing in the hellishly hot, hellishly glowing red room. The far end of the conduit was black, as if no light could penetrate wherever that end was located...

...on Earth.

The other end, where they had all just stepped through, showed the dungeon built around that end. Granted, the view was more of distorted, wavy images. But they could see things in that end. No image whatsoever was showing through the other end.

But Desiree knew that the Human, Janey, for certain could not survive this heat for long. They had to move, now!

So Desiree stepped through the Earth end of the barrier...

The others would follow, she was certain.

She stepped through a solid brick wall into what appeared to be an alley. It was dark, quiet, and at night. One by one the others stepped through, first Flare, then Janey, finally Cassiopeia.

Looking around, again Flare slowly, silently drew her sword.

The alley was approximately thirty feet wide and nearly ten times that long. A single street lamp, at the far end, provided nearly the only illumination. Two low watt bulbs covered with battered shields were individually hung over two of the 'back doors' to businesses in the four story brick building that formed the one wall on the right of the alley. A solid brick wall, without openings, formed the opposite wall.

Then Desiree, about fifteen feet into the alley, noticed two things at the same time.

Firstly, the alley was attached to another alley, at a right angle at the street lamp. Shaped like an inverted "L", she could see more light coming from down the second wing, indicating another street-lamp. That leg of the alley probably communicated with the street.

Second, there was someone already in the alley! The beam of a flashlight could abruptly be seen on the right-hand wall. It swept up and down the wall, passing over each door, and doorknob or lock, as it progressed down the alley away from them and towards the street-lamp.

Desiree stepped back and to the side, softly pressing Janey against the right hand wall. She had to smile when she couldn't find Flare, who had slipped into the shadows. Then Cassiopeia stepped up and silently motioned that she would go ahead, too.

For some long, quiet, tense moments nothing changed. Desiree had no problem keeping Janey still and quiet against the wall. The light beam kept up its slow, lazy sweeping of the right hand wall without derivation and, most importantly, away from them!

Then, with a sharp, too loud for comfort, "OH!", the beam fell to the alley floor.

Desiree, with a brisk "With me!" to Janey, was off, walking as swiftly as she could towards the shadows outlined in the street-lamp light.

That cry had been from a female!

She saw her, standing still with her hands up and her eyes locked, looking down at a substantially shorter Flare. Flare was holding the tip of her sword against and under the woman's chin.

The woman was young, with dark hair of shoulder length. She wore all black, with insignia on the shirt, and a wide leather belt around her substantial hips. She was over a head taller than Flare. While not 'fat', she had wide hips and a big pair of asscheeks.

"Police officer," Cassiopeia whispered to Desiree.

"Female?"

Cassiopeia nodded. "Its been happening of late in the 'United States'. An experiment..."

"Disarm her!"

With a nod, Cassiopeia walked up to the policewoman and spun her to face in Desiree's direction. Cassiopeia was a good six inches shorter than the policewoman, but she had no problem first pulling the woman's arms down, then ripping open her black shirt. For a brief moment the clatter of solid metal buttons swept through the alley's silence.

Reaching down for her belt, Cassiopeia started opening the woman's belt, when the silence was broken by another sound.

"(Crack!) (Hiss!) Do you copy, Connie? I heard something...reply." It was a Male's voice!

After jumping, Desiree looked quickly to Janey, alongside.

"Radio!" she whispered pointing to a rectangular box with suddenly glowing dials hung on the belt Cassiopeia was trying to open. "They can talk to each other over distances! Must be her partner! Nearby!"

No one noticed Flare's frown. Nor when she stuck her pointed little nose into the air and softly sniffed. Nor when her frown deepened, and her sword quivered in her fiercely gripping hand. Nor when the Guild Elf, as quiet as a cat, slipped into the shadows alongside the right hand wall...

The policewoman, 'Connie', looked down nervously at that box.

The 'radio' barked again. "Are you okay, Connie? Answer me! Don't be shy now! Copy?"

"'Connie'," Desiree softly said, stepping towards the policewoman. "Is that your name, My Pretty?" Her eyes were glowing red, but, Cassiopeia noticed, more importantly that tent was forming again in her skirt.

The Policewoman looked toward the approaching shadow, terror in her eyes. Then she saw Desiree's eyes, her glowing red eyes...

Her eyes locked on Desiree's approaching red eyes.

Then the female police officer began panting...

Desiree stepped right up to Connie until her jutting tits pressed in against Connie's bra cups. Then the Aesir, without breaking eye contact with the seemingly mesmerized cop, reached down with one hand and touched the half open buckle of her utility belt. With a loud "clang!" the belt and all her heavy equipment dropped to the alley.

"Connie!" went her radio on the ground. "I'm calling for backup unless you reply NOW!"

Desiree, eyes still fixed on the wide eyed, hard breathing female cop, stepped to the side and crushed the walkie talkie with her bare foot. At the same time she gripped Connie's bra by the strip between her cups and, like it was tissue paper, ripped it in two!

The female cop, eyes unmoving, just softly gasped as the bra dropped and her boobs tumbled out.

Desiree cupped them, hefting them, feeling their fullness.

Connie was suddenly gnawing on her lower lip as her dark red nipples exploded in Desiree's grip.

They were a nice pair of tits. Quite more than a Man's handful, with only a moderate amount of sag, they seemed to swell in Desiree's hands and the cop now was obviously panting in heat, and heavily too, when the Aesir released them and dropped her hands to Connie's waist.

Her pants came open for one of Desiree's hands readily and fell willingly to her ankles. At the same time Desiree's other hand swept aside her ankle length skirt and Loki's Cock flipped up, the head between the cop's pear shaped tits.

Now Connie broke eye contact with a smiling Desiree, and looked down.

"No!" she gasped, "No! Oh, God! I can't...It's so big!...It will never...fit! I can't...I won't...I'm married!" she finished.

Chuckling, Desiree spun the nearly hysterical cop around to face the wall. Then, as she pulled Connie's big butt towards her, she said, "I'm about to give you a new religion! You're going to be worshipping ME!" And with a quick and no nonsense tug on Connie's panties, Desiree stripped that big ass naked.

"Noooooo!" Connie squeaked.

But she made no attempt at all to escape.

Taking her cock in hand, Desiree ran the slimy, cum drooling head between the thighs of the butt thrust back cop.

"OOOOOO!" Connie's squeak transposed smoothly into a long, loud moan.

A moan of pleasure.

"You still married, Human? You still want to be married, now, Human?" Desiree taunted into Connie's ear.

All could see the cops fingernails scrape across the bricks, she was trying to get a grip on anything...

"Let's see how faithful you want to be, Connie!" Desiree chuckled, fitting her glistening glans into Connie's suddenly soaking wet feminine opening. Then the Aesir filled her hands with the cop's big tit handholds and drove herself into the Human...

And Connie threw her head back and howled into the darkness like a she wolf fucked by an elephant. Fists pounding futilely on the brick wall, Connie kept screaming as Desiree kept thrusting. Soon the Aesir was fully buried, grinding her hips against the cops smooth, round and youthfully firm butt loaves, grinding her deeply buried, swollen hard cockhead against Connie's jumping cervix and womb.

Cassiopeia immediately winced as Connie, somewhat understandably, continued screaming bloody murder as the Aesir continued to stretch her woman tubes to suit her quite inhuman organ. But it wasn't the violation that bothered Desiree, it was the cop's howling. She tried to stop Desiree from continuing porking the cop, continuing the cop's hysterical, orgasmic screams.

But Desiree was in no condition to listen...to anyone. She had forgotten just how...good...it was getting new pussy on Earth! Human females were just so...easy! Human pussy was so tight, got so wet so readily! Just pound their cervix a few times and they'll be 'friends' for life! And, they became enslaved so easily, after just a few fucks! She wished Guild Elves, who proved so easy to fuck, were as easy to enslave!

She guessed she loved visiting Earth so much because Earth pussy was so 'easy'!

Then another cry filled the alley. A cry from outside the alley. A cry of a male!

"Don't come any closer! I'll shoot...shit! Ack! Urg! Choke!" It ended with most unsexy sounds of choking and drowning...

The startling sounds even stopped Desiree's fucking, though her 'partner' was now actively riding and humping her big butt back upon Desiree's meat.

Seconds later and Flare came strolling around the corner, making no attempt to avoid going under the street-lamp. She was wiping her blade. She had a most self-satisfied smile on her face...

"Damn!" Desiree cursed, the clues obvious as to what Flare had just done. She abruptly and rudely yanked her buried cock out of the cop in one motion, generating a shriek of her own in a suddenly empty Connie. Desiree looked at Cassiopeia and then pointed at Flare.

Cassiopeia had just started after Flare when the Guild Elf suddenly stopped. With a frown she turned her head a little and looked like she was concentrating on something.

Then everyone heard the sirens and the red and white flashing lights coming down the other leg of the alley.

Cassiopeia turned back to Desiree and whispered, "Police! In force!"

"Damn!" Desiree repeated. She signaled Cassiopeia to bring the unmoving Flare, who most discomforting, looked like she wanted to pick a fight...most police were Men, after all!

By the time Flare and the Wood Elf returned, the red and white lights were illuminating nearly the entire far half of the left hand wall, and were no longer moving. She could hear car doors closing and voices, yes Male voices, speaking quickly. There were many Male voices.

"Back into the conduit!" Desiree finally had to say. "There are too many for us to avoid!"

"What about..." Cassiopeia said, pointing to the bare butt cop still panting in wild heat and pounding the wall with her fists in utter sexual frustration.

"Take her!" Desiree said as she turned and headed back.

Pulling up the cop's pants, the Wood Elf dragged the babbling, near hysterical woman with her.

Just before the newly arrived police started walking carefully around the corner of the alley, Desiree's party had all stepped back into the conduit.

Desiree stared at her dungeon from inside the hellish room. She could see figures, some of them obviously black skinned.

Drow!

She hated Drow!

And worse, the Drow hated her!

The others stepped in behind her. Almost unnoticed by everyone save Desiree, when the last person stepped back into the conduit, who happened to be the fuck stoned cop, Connie, a brief but seriously bright flash of white light followed her from the Earth side.

"They have conquered the Castle, I am afraid," Desiree said, pointing at the apparent Drow in the dungeon on the Loki end of the conduit. With a sigh, she went on, "I don't know about you, but I'd rather deal with Earth based Male Police rather than Drow after my blood, any day! We will return to Earth!"

Flare was the first to nod agreement. Desiree could see in her eyes that her (Male) blood lust was up. She was looking forward to taking on a few dozen slow, stupid Men!

"I can do some parlor magick on Earth, but I'm afraid nothing that will really interfere with those Police or their weapons. Therefore, once we're all through the portal, no one will challenge the Police. You hear me Flare? Give me some time to conjure up a nice alley filling fog, then it will be every Elf for herself." She turned from a frowning, openly disappointed Flare to Janey. Grabbing the Human by her nice (but not nearly as nice as on a Guild Elf) ass, she more quietly told her, "You will stay with me, My Pretty! I don't want you getting lost! I have...plans for you besides paying the rent!"

Very not smiling, Janey nodded.

She faced the portal again. "Good! Now, if this goes as planned, we will meet at the first alley we come to five blocks to the West of this one! And Flare..."

Flare, wide eyed, popped her head up and towards Desiree.

"Control your desires to kill Males, will you? Don't make me fuck your ass all this first night on Earth! I've got this cop to break in! You behave and I'll let you suck breakfast out of me tomorrow morning. A-la-carte! Cassiopeia!"

"Yes Mistress!"

"Keep an eye on our famous Guild Elf Male Killer, will you? We don't need her attracting attention to us by killing every dick carrying member of society the first day we get to Earth! You have my permission to use her tight ass for discipline or pleasure at any time until I want her for my own use!"

Flare lost her little smile. She looked at Cassiopeia with real distress.

"And it will be my great pleasure, too, My Mistress!" Cassiopeia replied, rubbing her hands together and grinning broadly. The front of her tights blatantly displayed an immense tube running down her left leg very nearly to her kneecap.

"Okay! Everyone ready? Remember, raise your hands immediately after you step through and don't make any quick moves...police in this part of Earth are notorious for being trigger happy! Oh, you people have never dealt with firearms, have you? Well, they are like very fast arrows. You can't see them but they always go in a straight line from the end of the barrel from which they are fired. The guns that fire them make a great explosive noise when they eject a bullet, so don't let a weapon point at you when they are being fired. They can do real damage to your bodies, but all Elves have reflexes vastly superior to any Male, cop or not." She then looked at Flare in particular. "If you have to, if you have NO choice, just show them your tits and you'll have their heads off before they get either of their 'weapons' off!"

With a brave laugh Desires stepped off...

And she stepped into the alley...

Only it wasn't the alley she had just left. No police. No red and white flashing, rotating lights. Not even the long, dark shadows.

Soon the entire party stood there at the end of the alley, staring all around them in confusion and amazement. In shape the alley seemed identical to the one they had just left. But it was the decor...

Firstly there were no less than four streetlights now running down the alley, one at each end and two straddling the center. You could read a book by the light in the center of the alley. All the brick walls had been plastered smooth and painted in various bright pastels. And the alley had no pot holes to be seen, now!

"This isn't where we came from!" Cassiopeia gasped.

"No," Desiree replied. "This is the alley we left from, only with much better...'housekeeping'!

"'We are not in Kansas anymore, Toto!'" Connie, just as perplexed, mumbled.

Desiree, suddenly elated at not having to deal with the threat of massed police, turned to the cop with a fierce leer. "No, but you are going to be in 'heaven', once I find a mattress big enough for us!"

Moonbeam hovered at the end of the narrow steps than ran to the dungeon possessing the Lokin side opening to the conduit. While looking anxiously up the steps, she frantically pointed at the two Hashish-Drow murderously fucking a gagging, flashlight-eyed Gem.

"Where?" came an urgent cry down the stairs from the floor above. It was Stryker's voice.

"OOH! Down here!" squeaked the Fairy. She was in hyperdrive, her wings a noisy blur, her beautiful blue eyes wide as little saucers. She kept pointing at Gem's rape. "They're down here! Oh hurry! They're killing her! I've seen it from long ago! They will destroy Lady Gem's mind! Turn her into a mindless sex-slave! Please help her!"

In a blur a single figure tore down the stares, only actually touching every third step. Stryker, wearing Marian's clothes, stopped a count at the bottom of the stairs to take in what was happening. She immediately saw Gem, softly screaming through a cock and cum flooded throat in utter mind crushing pleasure and writhing uncontrollably around the other butt buried Drow's cock...

Only she quickly recognized them as the ancient sex assassins, the Hashish-Drow.

But, their eyes closed in orgasmic, Elf dominating bliss, they hadn't seen Stryker!

"It didn't matter who they are," the Elf mumbled as Stryker started a blurry sprint directly at them. Half a dozen strides and she was leaping, bending her right leg and rolling to the left. Then, at exactly the correct distance her knee opened and her right leg extended in a 'snap' and the toe of her boot struck the Hashish-Drow of her namesake in her right temple.

On Earth, to a mere mortal, the blow would have been mortal. She would have cracked the beast's skull wide open...

Instead, without a sound, the Hashish-Drow went cartwheeling head over heals into the nearest wall.

Gem hardly made a sound herself when that monstrous cock, totally unexpectantly, popped out of her growling, cum filled, cock stuffed tail!

The other rapist, too, didn't notice or hear a thing, engrossed, eyes still closed, as she was enthralled in enjoying, and spewing into, ever famous Guild Elf head.

A count later and Stryker's left foot struck her right temple and sent her cartwheeling to the opposite wall!

Stryker landed on her feet just in time to catch the limp legged Gem and gently, lovingly, lower her to the straw covered dirt floor. The Guild Elf continued to jerk and convulse wildly, the endless waves of mind-killing orgasm slowly dissipating.

Tears streamed down the buff Elf's cheeks as she waited for Gem's convulsions to quiet.

Roger and Hermione finally reached the steps and, more carefully than Striker, descended.

Roger was still buzzed by Stryker's incredible mouth-job, but he was also terribly embarrassed by it once he heard Moonbeam start squawking about Gem. While Stryker knelt before him, madly gulping down his seemingly endless spewing cumpudding noisily and willingly down her throat, Moonbeam, since she couldn't see his cock anymore (it was down Stryker's throat) decided to make a 'quick' trip across the hall to check on Gem.

Stryker, and Hermione, were just finishing licking each other's faces clean of the last of Roger when she came buzzing in like a giant bumblebee, tearing back across the Hall at near supersonic speed with news of Gem's sexual disaster.

Pausing only a second to dress with Marian's field uniform, Stryker had left Roger and Hermione far behind in her dash across the good quarter mile of broad Hall to Gem's aid. Fortunately the fighting was essentially over. There were no more Orcs in the Hall. There were just some holdouts amongst the Orcs in the towers to clean up.

But the Drow hadn't, as yet, checked the bottom of those narrow stairs...

When Roger and Hermione joined a much calmer Moonbeam at the entrance to the dungeon, they found the two Drow look-a-likes sprawled at the opposite ends of the room.

And Stryker tenderly holding a slowly calming Gem.

Roger instantly made out the tears streaming down Stryker's cheeks.

"Gem! Please! Lady Gem!" she kept repeating as she most tenderly cradled Gem's slowly calming body to her chest. "I didn't know! I just got here and Moonbeam told us! Oh, why can't you wait for us?!"

Slowly the Guild Elf Commander's stripped and sweaty body calmed, until the convulsions died away and only her powerful, full thighs still quivered.

Finally, Gem opened her eyes. She focused her sight on Stryker's face, and the most loving expression that Roger had ever seen on Gem crossed her face.

"I-I love you!" a completely innocent sounding Gem whispered up at Stryker.

Stryker was swept with emotion, tears welling up anew in her eyes. "Oh, baby!" she cried and, easily, raised Gem's head and shoulders up in her powerful arms and kissed the Guild Elf Commander tenderly.

Hermione and Moonbeam sighed, big sweet smiles covering their faces, as females do when two lovers tenderly kiss. Roger just gawked with an all too lecherous grin at yet another gratuitous lesbian kiss in Lokin!

Their kiss, by mutual and silent agreement, intensified abruptly. Gem could taste Roger in Stryker's mouth, which did nothing to quell her ardor.

Roger was certain that tongues were now battling in someone's mouth. Then, breathing deeper and spreading her naked thighs, Gem reached out to Stryker's belly and started grabbing for something she apparently expected arched out over Stryker's stomach. She roamed the buff Elf's belly and hips, finally cupping Stryker's tightly clothed pussy.

In response Stryker sent her left hand sliding down Gem's belly, going straight for the Guild Elf Commander's wide open and exposed, flaming red and soaked, floppy lipped twat. Stryker cupped Gem's very naked pussy, then broke the kiss.

"What is wrong, Baby?" she asked the bleary eyed Elf under her. She looked down at Gem, who opened her eyes. Stryker then grinned, nearly as lecherously as Roger could! "This time I am on top, where I belong!"

Gem, looking up at the Elf top arched over her, simply said, "I'll tell you about it later. But now, don't stop! Take me! Please! I...I...I need it!"

Stryker's middle finger began slipping back and forth right over Gem's furiously stiff and swollen little clit. She grinned broadly when Gem winced and her legs flew farther apart.

"Oh...that...feels...soooo..." Gems gasp died away.

"Good?" Stryker came back smoothly, as if she had said that, with a Guild Elf in the exact same position, thousands of times before. She sped up her frigging and Gem, with yet another breathless gasp, heaved her big, smooth, round butt up off the floor, arching her hips up into Stryker's masterful frigging.

Striker gave the Guild Elf no respite, speeding up her clit jacking, making Gem abruptly writhe wildly in her arms.

Gem instantly realized that she wanted to do whatever Stryker wanted her to do, whatever kept Stryker doing what she was doing...'it' felt that good!

Stryker brought their faces closer. Breathing her sweet cinnamon breath into the bleary eyed Gem's flushed face, the now consummately dominate Stryker, the 'A' type dyke, husked down to her, "Who's your Daddy now, Elf? Who's Elf are you now, Baby?"

How many times, in campsites under the dome of stars, had Stryker said those very words to how many innocent Guild Elf beginners...and not so innocent veterans!

Like Gem!

And Gem instantly answered, no doubt as had hundreds...hell...thousands of Guild Elves had over the eons, "You're my Daddy, Stryker! I'm your Elf! Take me! Please, take your Elf!" she cried.

And, with a broadening smirk, Stryker sped up her frigging middle finger until it turned into a blur...

And Gem threw he head back over Stryker's forearm and howled her blissful surrender and she started squirting her clear, sweet pussy juice all over the conquering Elf's hand and forearm...soaking down completely Gem's thighs and plump buns of her bum.

Roger just stared, mouth open, as Gem heaved and shuddered and screamed and mewed and squirted...squirted...squirted for Striker.

After Gem had had a minute of screaming orgasm Striker smothered her cries with another lesbo-conquest kiss. Gems moans eventually were smothered, but not her heart stopping orgasm or floor wetting squirting.

As he watched Gem squirt, he abruptly noticed that Moonbeam's buzzing had lowered in pitch and was now off his left ear as opposed to his right. He jerked his hear around and saw the luscious naked doll hovering even with his head and slightly forward. And she wasn't looking at the lesbian pair...

She was staring, with all apparent interest, at his bulging codpiece!

"Want something?" Roger grinned at the flying doll.

Moonbeam beamed back at him and nodded her head eagerly.

"Well, how do you want it?" Roger leered, the idea of porking this flying Barbie Doll starting his juices all over again.

Moonbeam was pointing at a little altar, nearly in the center of the dungeon, about three foot high.

Roger didn't hesitate, but walked over to the stone square. He leaned against the side facing the Fairy, sitting on the edge. Then he reached for his codpiece...

"Let me!" Hermione broke in. Without waiting for a response from Roger, she reached over with both her hands and yanked his codpiece aside.

His cock flipped up, nearly fully erect and already drooling.

"OOOOOOO!" went the Fairy, her eyes glowing, her face possessing one deliciously sweet smile.

"OOH!" went Hermione. While her eyes weren't glowing, she was smiling broadly. Then the Mage took him in her little schoolgirl hand.

And began beating him...

Effectively!

Within a minute his meat was furiously erect and jumping in the Schoolgirl Mage's little, but most effective hands. In fact, her handjob felt great! Maybe Moira did more to her than rape her?

Roger was actively fucking her little fists by now with long, coiled strands of wadd swinging to and fro from his glans. She was licking her lips as she avidly watched tons of his wormy wadd flung from his purple cockhead by her strong jacking.

Moonbeam, suddenly worried that Hermione wouldn't stop in time, dove in. "Don't make him cum, Hermione! Please! Let me!"

Hermione looked at the hovering, worried looking Fairy, then smiled. She stopped her jacking and began smoothing the strands of manstuff down over his swollen, jumping shaft. "Sorry!" she said, stepping away.

With an eager buzz, Moonbeam swooped down and, spreading her legs, dropped her pussy right on top of his cockhead.

Roger almost laughed. His cockhead looked as big as Moonbeam's head! How was she going to get that into her...

Then he recalled that this wouldn't be the first time this Fairy had accommodated him within her!

Then she grabbed him with her tiny hands by the crown on his cockhead. Teeth sunk into her lower lip, face grimaced in concentration, wings buzzing, Moonbeam tried to pull his glans into her.

Roger's eyes turned into saucers as he saw that Fairy's pussy expand...and expand...and expand!

Unbelievably, that tiny pink pussy spread as wide as her hips as she literally wrapped herself around his cock! Like she was a living prophylactic, she stuffed his prick into her, until her very body was outlining his organ within her...right up to her chin.

She squatted/sat there, on his hips, his cock outlined by her magickal body right up to her head! The look on her face was that of pure bliss.

Then her wings started up, and she flew back up his cock on her wings.

And Roger grimaced and started clutching at the rock his sat upon. Damn! The suction when the Fairy raised up! He thought Stryker could suck hard! She was going to suck his nuts out through his prick if she kept that up!

"Easy!" he gasped, feeling his meat start its pre-orgasmic throbbing.

"No!" the half stuffed Fairy squeaked, stopping her assent about half way up him. "I want you to cum! I want to make you cum, like these Guild Elves here do! Now!"

Then the Elf reversed the camber of her wings and, like a sexual kamikaze, drove herself back down around his meat until her little plump ass bounced off his balls and her head jerked as the tip of his cockhead filled her throat.

And Roger moaned, nice and loud and almost out of control.

The Fairy just grinned at him and started back up.

"Can I help?" came from his left as he stared at Moonbeam as she rose. It was Hermione and she wasn't talking to him!

His face was dripping sweat, his hands were crushing the rock under them, and his cock was tossing the half filled Fairy all about as she hovered, holding only the top eight inches of him inside her. As he watched a grinning Hermione walk around the altar and stand behind the cock filled Fairy, he sensed a female conspiracy against him.

"Cum!" Moonbeam squealed. "Cum for me!"

Then Roger felt his swollen nuts seized in long, clawed fingers. Hermione, looked at him from over her forehead, began running the tips of her flawlessly manicured nails over his babymakers. Roger closed his eyes in utter Male bliss, his divine nuts immediately tightening against his loins.

Hermione, unseen by Roger, then nodded to the hovering Fairy. With a big, happy grin, Moonbeam sped up her wings, but not to plunge down on Roger's hose. Instead she began rotating, spinning on the axis formed by Roger's nearly vertical cock.

Faster and yet ever faster Moonbeam, like an Olympic ice skater, rotated, her incredibly tight body burnishing Roger's prick, especially his cockhead, like wet velvet. It felt even better than Stryker's nursing on him.

Soon he realized he was doomed. He couldn't resist that delicious friction. He couldn't deny the Fairy what she most wanted: her load of his cum.

And Hermione's face, that abruptly experienced smile...the way she handled him...gripped his nuts...oh so perfectly complimented Moonbeam's frantic, demanding twisting handjob. "I wonder what that Moira taught Hermione that time she raped her," he asked himself as the twisting Fairy brought his prick to full inflation, maximal rigidity, and terse, high frequency pulsation.

In short, he was losing control of his 'divine talent'!

Moonbeam, slick as silicon with silk-like friction, spun round and round his jerking prick, mercilessly stimulating him until the poor, grimacing Roger was pounding the rock altar underneath him in growing, irresistible, almost painful pleasure.

"Feel good, M'Lord?" Hermione teased him. She looked and acted now way more mature and experienced than any schoolgirl! "Are we pleasing you, M'Lord?"

"Jeez, Hermione, give a guy a break!" he replied with a barely restrained gasp. He knew he couldn't hold off orgasm much longer. That damn Fairy was a blur around the end of his cock!

It felt soooo gooood!

"Please!" he gasped, dropping his head back down upon the altar and, unconsciously, beginning to lift his hips in an instinctive fuck motion, driving his prick into the spinning Fairy.

Hermione's smile broadened with Roger's plea. She nodded to Moonbeam, then she set her fingernails securely into her Lord's nuts and...

Squeezed!

"Oh, please!" roared Roger, thrusting his hips completely and high off the altar. "I can't...hold...AAAAH!" He ended in a howl of masculine defeat as Hermione mercilessly milked his eggs.

And Moonbeam let loose with a shrill, ear ringing squeal as Roger's first bolt of Man-goo, traveling at near supersonic speed, shot the little Fairy right off his spewing prick. Flying and squealing through the air, long strands of coagulated Roger goo trailing behind her from her distended and flooded pussy, Moonbeam couldn't start up her wings in time before she smashed into the corner of the wall and ceiling opposite to where Roger's jumping prick continued to erupt.

As she flew through the air Roger, lost in spewgasm, continued to spurt massive and high speed jets of wadd. It took Hermione a good half minute to recognize that his prick was no longer in anyone's control once Moonbeam was rocketed off it onto the ceiling. In that time Roger managed to get no fewer than four full, near cup sized spews of his chowder out of him, all following the same flight path as the Fairy.

By the time Hermione had released his nuts and gripping his jumping, pumping prick, those four massive globs of Manstuff shot right into the Fairy as she laid against the upper wall and ceiling. The effect of the tacky, lumpy gunk was to plaster Moonbeam to the wall/ceiling, gumming up her wings and gluing her to the smooth rock. Only her two eyes, wide and white, could be seen gawking through the Roger's Man-icing discharge.

Hermione, to her credit, managed to grip and control Roger's out of control, orgasming cock after those four discharges. However it rapidly became obvious that she had little experience in 'controlling' huge, spewing cocks for, in her inexperience, she only got control when the prick was aimed right at her...

Right at her face!

Four consecutive squeals/cries echoed in the dungeon as the Schoolgirl Mage took, most involuntarily, four more massive jets of babystuff in rhythmic, of one second separation, shots of spooge right between the eyes. Her screaming ended only when the fifth frantic eruption's aim was inadvertently lowered and wound up filling Hermione's open, howling mouth to abrupt overfilling with testiclepudding.

After that the only sounds in the Dungeon were Roger's repeated moans as more spooge shot from and the forced swallowing of 'pudding' and the 'splat' of eggwhite off of schoolgirl forehead.

Roger recognized none of this, and, most unfortunately for him, wouldn't remember his spooging of Hermione and Moonbeam, his orgasm was so intense that his mind and senses became quite dysfunctional. All he could do, all he wanted to do at that moment, was writhe upon the rock altar, making the numerous and continuous noises of the Male (of any species) would while unloading his reproductive protein all over a young female of his species who was furiously beating him off.

He only regained reality when Hermione started licking his gooey cockhead clean of his babystuff. When he looked down at her, bent over his still huge, but quiet Man organ, her dainty and most un-Elven tongue lapping up the long, coiled worms of his coagulated semen, he had to smile. It was all he could do to not laugh at the slime covered schoolgirl!

When Hermione finally raised back up, Roger did have to laugh. Even though he was very 'exposed' to the girl's vengeful attack upon his exposed and defenseless babymakers, he still had to laugh.

First, he could see clearly the Fairy, up on the ceiling, struggling with freeing herself from his coating layer of semen. Then he saw that Hermione had acquired a beard, suddenly. Of course, it wasn't of hair, but sheets of coiled strands of his wadd, hanging and drooling down her face from huge deposits of him that had stuck to her nose, cheeks, eyebrows and chin. It hung, like Santa Claus' beard, nearly down to her waist, soaking her vest and the front of her tights.

He suddenly could see Hermione's very Human cameltoe outlined in bas relief between her firm, svelte thighs.

Finally, though, his senses came on line sufficiently for him to hear the smothered squeals and moans to his left and, on the floor, he saw Gem and Stryker. They were in a torrid, wet '69', with Stryker on top, of course! She was straddling backwards a completely non-resisting Gem's face, grinding her soaking wet loins up and down over an equally drenched nose and mouth of a eagerly tongue-fucking Gem. In turn, Stryker, had Gem's hips raised up until her openings were pointing at the ceiling and she was applying her own Elf-quality (and sized) tongue to Gem's presented up and wide open pussy.

Roger could see clearly, with Male intimidating clarity, Stryker's wrist thick and arm long, prehensile tongue driving impossibly deep into Gem's belly, before slowly, agonizingly withdrawing. As the tongue retreated Roger could see how it twisted and corkscrewed, stimulating every inch of Gem's womantube. When it would plunge back in, the Buff Top Elf would simply expand her tongue till it resembled Roger's Loki Cock in width. Using lightning-like speed, she would penetrate Gem to and past her cervix.

And Gem would howl into Stryker's face covering cunt, the wail coming out as a smothered squeal. And Gem's belly would heave and bulge, and her thighs would quiver and her tits would heave.

And Gem would cum and cum and cum...

As Stryker's bottom...

It was then little less then an hour after Stryker defeated the Hashish-Drow that everyone was dressed and sitting, cross legged, on the straw covered dirt floor outside of the simmering wall of the dungeon.

Gem, now dressed and relieved of the 'influences' of those mutated Drow that were, now, in Embla's custody, was back to her old self. She sat in the circle so she could watch the shimmering wall...the entrance to the conduit to Earth.

She had made it a point to sit next to Embla, and to place Hermione between her and Stryker.

Stryker sat calmly, with a little smile that spoke volumes, but making no overt effort to remind Gem or anyone else there about their so recent shared passions...or that she had saved Gem's 'ass' once again and therefore Gem owed her still...

Both Gem and Stryker knew, without being reminded, that Stryker would get 'payed back' soon enough...just as soon as the two of them could get alone in a single bedroll or wrestling mat!

But Gem was again in charge, and Stryker naturally knew that it was not her place to remind Gem of her newly discovered...weakness.

At least not now.

"Desiree must have gotten back to Earth through this conduit," Gem began. "I saw her with..." and Gem hesitated, "Flare...Cassiopeia and...er...Lord Roger's...ah...'wife' go down here and then disappear without a trace..." she pointed at the shimmering wall, "Except for that."

"We need to get after her before the trail gets cold," Stryker added with some urgency.

Gem nodded. "True. But we really don't know what is at the other end of that conduit. We don't know how much power Desiree has accumulated at the other end. She could have an entirely new army of who knows what creatures exist on Earth?"

"I really don't believe that she could have collected very much power in the short time she has been on Earth," Hermione said. "Given enough time, she could become very powerful, but not this soon. However she would be able to take some magick energy with her...enough for ambushes and small confrontations like that. We should be careful whenever we go across."

"Then you will join us?" Gem said, indicating Stryker and herself. In a quieter voice she added, "We could certainly use you!"

With a small, calm smile, Hermione nodded while saying, "I would be honored, Lady Gem!"

Roger, with Moonbeam standing on his left, leaning sensuously against him, pressing her warm, voluptuous body (for a Fairy) against his bare left arm, spoke, "Can I go, too?"

Hermione interrupted, "You would lose most if not all of your powers if you left Lokin. On Earth you would be..."

"A schmuck?" Roger interrupted in turn.

Hermione smiled, embarrassed. "No. I meant you would be your old self..."

"Same difference," Roger thought.

Embla, sitting next to him and Moonbeam, and looking like she had swallowed a melon, nodded, "But we need you here, in Lokin!" She patted her swollen belly. "And I want to thank you for solving our...political problem in the Underdark. Thanks to you, the Drow will be, at least for the time being, sharing power my mutual consent. It will make things somewhat awkward and boring, for awhile, but will make Clan interactions in the corridors much more secure and, therefore, peaceful. The Drow need peace for awhile...

"But, My Lord Roger, there are still many tasks for you here, in Lokin. Queen Thora has just advised me that there is growing evidence that the Dark Lords are gathering on the Northern Border of Alfheim, indicating an invasion may be imminent. There are also creatures, some apparently unique, that have been planted by Desiree all over Lokin, to sexually harass and ravage the Elves back here...And there are also so many Drow, and Guild Elves, in need of your...services..."

Roger tried not to blush at the looks all the Elves gave him. "But I want Flare back..." He came to a quick halt when he saw the look on Gem's face. "I...I...I also want to get my wife back, too!"

A long moment of embarrassing silence followed until Gem's frowning face relaxed and she spoke, "I know you want your...wife back!" Suddenly her wry smile was back. "And so do I!" She looked around the circle, looking each Elf/Human in the face. "And you all know how I feel about Flare!"

Everyone, even Stryker, nodded. Roger was last to do so, but he did.

Stryker was not the least troubled by Gem's declaration for Flare. She knew, of course, all about Flare and Gem's 'love'. She felt that Gem could have as many 'bottoms' as she wanted! Just as long as Gem knew her position whenever an amorous Stryker approached her!

"Good!" Gem said. "We will try to bring back Cassiopeia, too. But most important! We get Desiree back, or make sure she cannot come back! I will rid Lokin of her presence or not come back myself!"

"Now, Lady Gem," Roger jumped in. "You don't have to destroy yourself in trying to get Desiree..."

The look of fierce hatred and desire for revenge stopped Roger in his tracks again. A cold wave rushed up his spine as he looked into Gem's rigid, hate filled face.

He just never wanted Gem...anyone to hate him that much!

"Well, any more delay will just let Desiree get farther from us!" Stryker said, jumping up.

Gem nodded. "We go!" she said and began to get up.

Suddenly a loud buzz interrupted everyone and, with a stiff but short breeze against Roger's cheek, Moonbeam rushed up to a startled Gem's face. She hovered before the Guild Elf, fists against her relatively broad hips, back stiff as she bent over at the waist to thrust her face into Gem's.

Thrusting her magnificently sculptured, full (for her size) buttocks back at a suddenly mesmerized Roger, she looked down at a suddenly sheepish Gem. "I want to go! I am hurt, Lady Gem! If anyone has helped you, it has been the Fairies! We Fairies deserve a representative in this expedition! After all I have done to help you..." she turned to a smiling Stryker, "...who have saved you more times than Stryker can count!" And Stryker lost her smirk.

Turning back to Gem, Moonbeam went on, "I want to go! I demand to go! I can contribute to this mission! Don't you need someone who can search without being seen? Who got Stryker down here in the first place to save your big ass, eh?"

Now Gem, looking down in mortification, was blushing! Roger couldn't remember the last time Gem blushed!

Raising her head back up, Gem nodded. "You are right, as usual, My Brave Fairy. I owe you much for all the aid you have given me, without complaint and, I might add, without thanks from me! Yes, you would be most useful on this mission, as well as the most worthy of us all to go! I welcome you and thank you for showing me my lack of consideration and gratefulness towards you and your courageous kind!

"Welcome!"

Now Roger grinned. "Damn did Moonbeam's chest fill out!" Swollen with pride, Moonbeam's big-little teats stuck out, seemingly, like Queen Thora's!

"Now, can we go?" Stryker sarcastically asked directly the hovering preening chest out-thrust Fairy.

With a big grin of healthy pride, Moonbeam turned to Roger and nodded. "Yes! Now we have a Team worthy of taking the Brisingamen! Now we are ready for Desiree and Earth!" she proclaimed in her high pitched, crystal cracking voice.

Suddenly Roger believed her...