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Roger was in trouble. He had been sitting there, in Guinevere's tavern, gulping down pint after pint of her eagerly, demandingly provided Elf ale for a good two hours now. And during this time his...problem was growing downright painful.
No, his problem had nothing to do with the volume of ale he had been basically forced to drink by Guinevere's hospitality.
The problem was his balls! Sitting there over the past couple hours, watching Guinevere's impressive, tights outlined tail sway as she relentlessly went to her bar to fetch two new pints of ale just as the one in his hand neared the bottom, he realized that it had to be a good eight hours since he last...fed Flare! He had never gone so long without...well, at least here in Alfheim. About four hours, by his best reckoning, was the longest length of time Flare could go without getting on her knees and sucking a generous load of testicle-pudding out of him! It had to be twice that by now!
His nuts, starting out a good three times the size of his normal Earth complement, felt even bigger! He swore they had to be the size of cantaloupe! He had managed to remove his pants and shirt before he reached Elfthring, and now his seriously swollen eggs where hanging over the front of his chair seat, swinging under his robe nearly halfway to the floor!
Worse even than his monstrous testicle enlargement, he was getting a serious case of blue balls! Increasingly tender and throbbing, he could feel his baby makers continue to swell between his legs! And, boy, were they getting hot!
And very painful!
And dare not to mention his cock! Loki's prick just wasn't used to going this long without burying itself into a nice, wet, warm, Elf pussy...or mouth...or ass! It was jerking and throbbing, starting to drool even, under his closed legs, nearly fully erect. He couldn't control it!
But he kept staring, and orally drooling, at Guinevere's big (for an Elf), round, welcoming butt as she would rush away for another pint for him and her.
Guinevere, meanwhile, was getting about as plastered as he had ever seen an elf get. But she kept right with him, pint for pint! Now, soaked to her Elven gills, she had the friendliest, most loving expression on her beautiful Elven face.
They had been talking about what was happening around the countryside, what with war warnings afoot and all. And he had been nagging her about when Flare would be coming back.
So he could fuck her!
"Flare? Well, it's hard to...hiccup!...hard to tell! She and Lady Gem, you know, her Commander? Well, she and Lady G...G...Gem have something going, ya know..."
"Going?!" Roger, completely sober now, jumped in, his voyeur instincts touched. "You mean..."
She waved her hand at him, once, making her nicely sized jugs quiver and her hard nipples slide under her shirt. "Of course! They've been sharing the same bedroll for some time now! But that's Flare's habits. She's tumbled with most of the Elves around my place! Hell, if you count the wrestlin', nearly every Elf in Elfthring has tasted and been tasted by 'er! Including my maids!"
"You too?" Roger asked half seriously.
She stared him in the eye, or hood, a moment, then smiled drunkenly. "Warms my bed, and me, at least one night every time she stays here! Saves her on the room and board! She's got quite a tasty tail, if you don't mind me braggin'!"
Roger nodded inside his hood. He resisted the next obvious question: to watch next time. "Uh, maids? I haven't seen any maids?"
She looked behind her, at the clock over the bar. "They must be back in the livery this time o' day. By the way, that sounds downright tasty, right about now! You want to see my livery? If you don't mind my braggin', I've the best milking steeds this side of the Capitol! I have to check on the maids, anyway! You game for some Steedcream?"
"Sure!" Roger lied, leering at the swaying, hard nippled Elf jugs under Guinevere's loose shirt as the Elf drunkenly rose. She took a good, long moment bent over the table, leaning on her hands, right in front of Roger, to let her suck sacks lazily swing back and forth under her shirt, her nipples hardening even more against the soft cloth.
Roger had to fight down the obvious conclusion that this baby was asking for a 'tumbling'!
As they walked through the back of the deep as well as wide building, Roger's eyes locked on Guinevere's swinging, rotating bubble butt while he had to keep his knees together to keep his dong from rearing up, the proprietress kept her semi-drunken, semi-habitual babbling going. "I have three maids, name of Lysette, Melissa, and Sarah-Michele. Been here a couple thousand years, I guess. Kinda learned how to run the place without much guidance from me, by now! I rescued them from a Dark Lord slave camp...actually Flare and Lady Gem did most of the rescuin'. But I gave them a roof over their heads and three straight helpin's of Steedmilk every day since then." She looked over her shoulder as she walked into the alley behind her place. "I also showed them how to make visitors and other fellow travelers...welcome! Love them like me own daughters!"
"Did Flare..." Roger started.
Guinevere stopped him with a brief, matter of fact sentence. "Flare has taught them everything they know about lickin' girltail!"
Enuf said!
The livery was, of course, huge. Had to have one hundred stalls, though only about half were used at that time. It was immaculate, with sweet smelling hay scattered everywhere and not a sign nor smell of any of the less pleasant attributes of equines.
The maids were easily noticed, even though they were at the other end of the long barn. The three where busily tossing hay, laughing and giggling like little girls, working away until they saw Guinevere enter.
Rushing madly up to her, they each hugged the taller Elf.
Roger nearly swallowed his tongue as he gawked at the little things!
They were nearly a head shorter than Flare, though proportioned perfectly, and they all wore dresses that resembled, basically, the maid uniforms of Victorian England.
Only the flaring skirts of their 'uniforms' didn't even pass the bottom crease of their jutting buttocks, while their necklines, starting at their shoulders and completely exposing their necks, plunged in a steep 'V' down to their navels, exposing firm young tits as firm and at least as generous as Flare's! When they twirled, which they did with uncomfortable frequency, not only did they show off their entire ball breakingly full asses, but their hairless, and fully developed, pussies, as well! And the only thing that kept their tits from flying out from under their 'clothing' was the permanently erect condition of their red, ripe nipples!
Roger really felt his blue balls, now!
Each Elf presented herself to Roger, performing a leg cross over curtsey that left no doubt as to the fleshy geography of their nether, between thigh, territory!
"I'm Lysette!" a terminally cute dark curly blond, with slightly more oval facial features and man smothering cleavage, announced.
Roger gnawed on his lip, trying to keep his fully erect prick tucked between his legs.
"I'm Melissa!" a near platinum blond identified herself, her bosom not the biggest of the three, while her butt was.
Roger wanted to cry when he got a good, long, close-up view of her heavenly butt crease!
"I'm Sarah-Michelle!" another blond announced, showing a middle sized rack and ass, and the facial expression of a literal man...er Elf-eater!
Roger felt a steam of precum pour down his leg!
This was getting just too much for a mere mortal male to survive!
After their ball melting curtsying to Roger, they then spun, again, and ran back to work, exposing entirely too much teen Elf tail for the good of Roger's heart! Prayerfully he pressed his knees together to keep "Loki's" weapon from rearing its huge and ugly head!
"Aren't they beautiful little things?" Guinevere remarked, looking longingly at their departing asses. "Needless to say, they have contributed to many a happy evening, laying before the fire!"
Roger's overloaded male imagination immediately tormented him with a vision of all of the darlings, stripped ball achingly naked, laying on a huge bear rug before a blazing fireplace: Melissa on her stomach, her sex mound atop the muzzle of the bear head at one end of the rug so her wondrously full and bulging butt stuck nearly halfway to the ceiling; Sarah-Michelle on her right side facing him, head nearly touching Melissa's, her left leg sticking stiffly straight up, 90 degrees apart from her horizontal right leg, giving him an uninterrupted view of her Elven charms; and Lysette on her back, feet towards him, legs about 60 degrees apart, giving him a vision to die for of wet pink Elven sex slit, flat and smooth, and deeply navelled, girl belly, and the proud, firm, juttingly perfect suck sacks of Elven perfection. The fireplace behind them casts its hues and flickering light across their displayed bodies and, to make it even worse, he decided to have them oiled down first, just to increase the visual effects of the fireplace light!
They all looked at him with a "fuck me first!" look that would melt a grown man's balls!
His dick jerked painfully between his legs.
Guinevere looked at him slyly. "Does Arcastrian tastes run to little Elves?"
Roger could only nod, his voice gone in a dry testosterone sea of primitive, primate lust.
"Good! Ya know, you can have one, tonight! On loan, that is! I'm not...I can't give her to you! No offense!"
Roger turned his hood to her, heart thumping. "Hmm...none taken."
"Ye don't need to decide which one yet, dearie. Just let me know when the urge hits you!"
Roger almost started crying.
She turned to the nearest stalls. "But, if ye do not mind, I want to show you something really tasty!" She turned a corner to her left, walking down to the next row of stalls.
There were six impressive looking horses, each in its own stall.
Stopping at the first stall, she turned to face Roger, then pointed into the stall. "Have ye ever seen anything so...satisfying in your life?" she asked him proudly. "These have made my establishment what it is today!"
Roger peered in, and his jaw dropped. The horse itself did not look that much different than Flare's, until you looked under it.
Three balls! The animal had three testicles, big ones too, hanging in a long, low sack that extended nearly to the ground! The balls were huge, easily melon sized, and swung lazily as the animal munched on hay. His cock was up, too, looking permanently hard, and was at least a meter long, like Flare's mount. Only this cock wasn't as thick as Flare's horse's. Looked just about thin enough to...
Guinevere smoothly and comfortably slipped under the horse's flanks and gripped the meter long prick in both hands. Immediately a long, wormy stream of gunk poured out all over her shirt. "Just big enough to get both hands around!" she said, admiring the immense pole. "Made for milking," she added, starting up a milking jackoff motion.
Roger slipped into the stall, too, to get a better look, as Guinevere expertly worked on the animal. The horse just stood there, munching, as if this happened all the time.
Which it probably did, Roger thought, observing how eagerly and effectively Guinevere milked it. Such talent came from long, dedicated practice sessions!
"You have to milk these beauties at least twice, sometimes up to four times a day, just for their comfort! They get blue balls so very quickly if they're not serviced, especially if they smell Elf nearby! In the worse cases of neglect, I've heard of balls bursting!"
Roger heard that! 'Blue balls' he knew about! He looked around the post at the front of the stall to see the three darling maids still hard at work.
One thing for certain, drunk of not, Guinevere knew horse milking! She had that beast drooling all over her within a few pumps, and she used her foot plus long Elven tongue expertly to lap up the thick, stringy goo as it poured out the piss slit.
Roger quickly realized that the horse didn't stand a chance. Within two minutes of vigorous, dedicated milking from the Elf her steed was snorting and spasmodically jerking its hips, literally fucking into Guinevere's precum covered, firmly jacking hands. It clearly was signaling to the Elf that some serious Steedmilk was on tap!
"Well, damn it, forgot a bucket!" A grinning Guinevere half seriously said to Roger without missing a stroke. "Can't let this go to waste, can I?" she added, opening her mouth wide and leaning forward.
With a loud, sloppy gulp the horse's big cockhead disappeared into Guinevere's mouth. As if she had been mouthing horsecock for years, it popped right inside, smoothly and without a single brush with her teeth. Then she dropped one hand to the three huge nuts now resting on the ground. With a furious grip upon the first ball found, she ordered her steed to feed her.
It must have been just what the humping steed had in mind for, instantly upon his ball being gripped, three massive jets of cum shot out both of Guinevere's flared nostrils in rapid succession, one right after the other. Then buckets of coiled, colloidal gunk gushed out her cockhead filled mouth, cascading down her chin, drenching her shirt and pooling at her knees.
Roger admired the view of the kneeling Elf, her cum soaked shirt plastered to her chest, outlining quite impressive boobs, for Elf or Human, armed with seriously erect nipples.
After those three initial gushes, though, the Elf took control and the swallowing began. With awesome throat muscle strength and control, the Elf matched and mastered the furious arterial-like spurts from the jerking horsecock, forcing them down her gullet instead of backing up through her nose and mouth. She absolutely stunned Roger with her ability to guzzle pressurized testicle-pudding!
The dramatically noisy forced swallowing echoed through the Livery!
Gulp!
Gulp!
Gulp!
Choke!
Gag!
Gulp!
Burp!
Roger just stared in awe as the horse enthusiastically fed Guinevere for a good two minutes. While she managed to gulp down most of the buckets of cum being fed her, nonetheless occasional pulses of cum rope would spew from her nose, accompanied by vomiting waves of wormy wadd that persisted to cascade down her chin and ample chest. The unswallowed gunk pooled on the ground before her.
So awed was he in watching the Elf feed that he completely forgot about his own raging cock of 'Loki'!
Guinevere dropped upon her big butt once her steed finally ended its delicious spewing. For a long moment she lapped the still hugely swollen cockhead clean with her tongue, a dreamy smile on her nut paste covered face. Then she tenderly gave the horse a kiss...right on its cock tip!
She had tear filled eyes from gagging, a cum plugged nose and a sheet of tacky, gelatinous ball gunk hanging from her chin when she finally released the horse's Elf feeding tube. It took her a further minute, at least, to lick her face clean with a tongue that Roger estimated had to be a good half foot longer than Flare's!
Once she cleaned herself, quite thoroughly, she looked over at Roger with that same dreamy smile. But then her freshly cleared eyes widened and her jaw dropped at the monstrous tent in the front of his disguise!
Her look of terror shook a complacent Roger out of his fantasies and he, now also in sudden terror at being discovered, saw from the huge tent in the front of his Arcastrian robe that his 'gift' was loose!
Throat coated with cum, Guinevere, at first, had some difficulty speaking, so instead she pointed, "W...W...swallow...hmm...gulp... belch...W... W...What is that? Who are you?" Her voice was growing louder now, either in terror or anger.
Roger didn't want to wait to find out which. Quickly looking around and not seeing the maids, on a hunch from memories of his first experience with Flare, he simply lifted the hem of the costume and raised it up to his waist.
Wearing nothing underneath, he thereby gave Guinevere a complete, unrestrictive view of the Cock of Loki! Ready to bolt if she threatened an attack, he studied the gaping Elf carefully.
Guinevere looked from his cock, in her eyes glowing, to his hood, then back. "You're a...Man!" she started.
Roger winced, for her inflection, like Flare's first use of the word, indicated that she was using it in a most unflattering manner! From her it sounded entirely too much like a curse!
Then, just as suddenly, her cock gawking face softened. Then she licked her ruby red lips, real anxiously, or was it hungrily.
Roger could only hope!
Without further speech, or expression, she rose up to her knees, moving out from under her horse. Roger was at full alert, studying her every move for possible danger. But, he ruefully realized, even though she wasn't a Guild Elf, her reflexes were probably still superior enough to take him apart, if she could find a weapon!
A quick glance around the stall showed two scythes and one pitchfork. Yep, he was dead meat!
Suddenly she was moving! With a sharp intake of breath, Roger stiffened and his furiously hard and copiously drooling prick bobbed, tossing strands of precum onto the ground. But she wasn't going for a weapon!
She was moving towards him!
Crawling forward on her knees, eyes fixed on the foot long ropes of cum sliding greasily out of his slit, her arms were up, reaching out to him!
Stopping with her face around six inches from his slimy cockhead, she suddenly and with blurry speed wrapped her hands around his loaded prick! Detached by fear, Roger noticed she could get both hands only half way around his slab shaped shaft!
Squeezing him with typical Elven strength, making him gush about a cup of lumpy cum out of his meat like toothpaste squeezed from a tube, she looked up at his hood. "Lord Loki's Cock!" she whispered reverently as a foot long strand of precum flopped across her adoring, upturned face.
Roger just could not answer, even if he could have thought of something to say.
With her foot and a half long tongue, she slurped up the tacky worm. She closed her eyes in real bliss and smacked her lips. Then a trickle of drool escaped the corner of her closed mouth. "More!" she whined, looking back up at him with wide, pleading eyes.
She started up her dwarfed hands a-milkin' on his shaft. The cock milking Elf opened her mouth, again as wide as she could, and brought her gaping mouth up to his cockhead.
Roger gratefully moaned as her snug, soaked, red hot maw engulfed his massive cockhead.
Then she gave him torrid, wet, eager, cum hungry suck.
Legs locking in glorious cocksucked pleasure, Roger grabbed her about her long, pointed ears, ungentlemanly dragging her cock stuffed head down around his jumping, swelling prick until she nastily gagged precum and saliva out her flared nostrils.
The Elf showed no displeasure with his manhandling of her, but just began slurping happily away on his half swallowed meat.
Oblivious at that moment to any discomfort he was causing to the slavishly sucking Elf, all Roger could think was, "Life with Elves is good!"
Lady Miriam reined in her steed, then turned back to see how many of her warriors were still with her. Three long, torrid days ago she had left with five of her best Guild Elves. Now she could see only three halting behind her.
Moria had disappeared three nights ago, during the first night of the mission. She had been warned that the agents of the Dark Lords would amass many foes against her, including sex monsters. She expected them as they approached their goal, but she never thought that they would dare approach so close to Elfmarch.
Elfmarch was the westernmost fortress/town before the Impassable Mountains. Behind the Impassable Mountains was Jotunheim and the Dark Lord lands. But the Impassable Mountains were just that...except for individuals. Groups, especially with horses or wagons, simply could not find a path wide enough to get through.
Orcs and other denizens of the Dark Lords had to try to slip through two well guarded passes farther to the East, or take the difficult route through the westernmost Golden Mountains where any traveler could be accosted by barbaric descendants of Elves or Dwarfs.
No, never before had so many of the Dark Lords' minions managed to assemble so close to ancient Elf territory without being noticed! It was a bad sign!
The bad omens began that first night, with Moria.
She was not really sure what had happened to Moria. She had been there in camp one moment, gone the next. The only clue was, at apparently the instant of her being attacked, all of the Elves in camp had been electrified, intensely sexually stimulated, by some magic no one had ever experienced before.
The next morning they found her armor, weapons, even kilt a hundred feet or so outside of camp. But no further sign of her or whatever had taken her.
The next morning, and since then, they found themselves still aroused by the weapon used on Moria. Furthermore, the arousal only got worse the closer to their goal they rode.
She didn't share all the information she had been told with her warriors, it really wouldn't do them any good to know what might really have happened to Moria. It would just lower their morale at a critical junction of their mission. But Miriam had been briefed on a new sex beast, this time produced by a Dark Lord agent going by the name of Desiree, that was feared had been let loose in Alfheim.
The Queen's Intelligence Officer called it a Spell-Inducing Mind Dwarf. Desiree had been working with the inheritance of traits in creatures, a TECHNOLOGY called genetic engineering!
Any technology was distrusted and feared in Alfheim due to its disruptive effects and the potential for mischief to all from its inappropriate usage.
This Desiree had taken traits from two different creatures and mixed them into a dwarf. The beast looked like a dwarf, but had been given a brain from a Hybrid Human/Elf race of Archmages that Loki had created just before he 'left'. Thus they could induce mind controlling spells in Elves over relatively long distances (hundreds of feet). The spells were limited to simple commands such as 'to approach', 'be quiet', 'don't give away intentions', 'blow me', and so on, but quite difficult to resist when in range.
But that was all the little beasts needed, for the other 'thing' given them is the longest, fattest cock available from Alfheim's most impressively endowed breed of horse! Intelligence estimated that such a dwarf would be a good meter long (In the cock department!) and as thick as an Elf's calf! Just to make it better, Desiree had altered some of the genetic material she used, a process she called mutation, from the famous 'Three-Testicled Horses' of Elfthring so her dwarfs were equipped with not three but FOUR huge testicles. When coerced down the throats of Elves, their semen was said to be sexually intoxicating as well as an enhancement to the inducement of further, more complex spells. They feared it was also addictive!
What Miriam feared happened was unlucky Moria...
Moria prided herself as a good warrior, especially on horseback. No one in her Captain's Company, Lady Miriam's Company, could match her with spear or sword on horseback!
She, like all Lord Loki-designed Elves, was beautiful, fast, and strong. Nearly five foot two inches tall, above average for a Guild Elf, she had strawberry blond hair that dropped in wavy curls to her asscrack, perfectly conical handfuls of tit under an armored breastplate, dramatically narrowed waist where the breastplate ended and her kilt began, and, equally dramatically widened hips spreading under her kilt. Her bare legs were like Flare's: full, powerful thighs from hugging the sides of her horse, slim, defined calf's, and narrow, svelte feet.
She was as notorious in the wrestling pits as she was on horseback, a proud and welcome member in the evening Circle-Lick that was the tradition in Lady Miriam's Company, and every other Guild Elf Company in Queen Layla's Army, once the daily missions were done.
Having a nineteen inch tongue was her primary advantage in this ancient Elven sex-ritual. A tradition going back to Lord Loki's days, the Elven Army had found that warriors kept and fought together with more tenacity if they were side by side with someone they had face-to-cunted to screaming orgasm the night before!
It was an unwritten rule. There was no command, verbal or hand signal, in the Command Scroll for a lesbian Elf 'circle-jerk'. It just 'happened' within five minutes or so after the command for retirement, which freed all, save the guards, from their official duties.
And since 'official duties' included draining your mounts of any semen they still had, the retire command meant that there wasn't anything else that needed to be done but sleep.
Or lick-off the nearest Elf pussy!
They would slowly, almost nonchalantly, drift around the fire, as if denying their ultimate intent. This was more than a tradition, more like a urge, a need for intimate Elf contact with another beautiful Elf. Even the officers, stripped, like all other ranks, of their insignia of rank displaying breastplates and tunics, would join in on equal terms. After just a few moments of randomized strolling around the fire, passing little smiling glances at each other, occasionally gently touching, stroking, squeezing a passing tit, buttock, or belly, all at once they would stop, instinctively pairing off.
Looking deeply into their partner's eyes, dreamy smiles on their lips, the couples would kiss, quite passionately, for a long moment. Tongues would battle for supremacy in their mouths, occasionally an Elf would gag when she lost the lingual fight, but both sex-warriors would receive the others saliva.
Again, as almost one, the couples would break their kiss and, knees bending and still passionately embracing, slowly sink to the cool, soft ground. On the ground, sometimes, the couples would silently rotate until each was facing her partner's wet, pink, opened up pussy. Then heads would drop between willingly spreading thighs and the slurping would begin.
Usually, though, and again without verbal command, one of the couple would voluntarily bury her beautiful face into her partner's eagerly spread loins while her partner would look up with all expectation of finding the cuntlicker's pussy of the group nearest them right before her hungry eyes! Burying her face in the stranger's pussy, she would complete the circle of Elves eating and being eaten.
Then the divinely inspired Elven tongues would go to work and, in no time at all, buttock and thigh smothered squeals and wails of orgasm would rise from the fire encircling ring of Elves as over foot long tongues rasped across Elf cervix, penetrated delicious Elven womb, and sawed mercilessly over straining, throbbing, unhooded clit.
After some fifteen or so minutes of shuddering bulbous buttocks, squealing through flared nostrils, convulsing belly Elven lesbian bliss, without command or visible signal, the Elves would reverse their position and tongue fuck those that had tongue fucked them! Elves were equal opportunity pussy lickers!
The Elves might go on a good two hours with their faces buried in enveloping asscheek crack and clutching smooth, horsewoman powerful thighs before exhaustion caused their sweaty (The only time Elves sweat was when they were REALLY fucked!) bodies to separate and crawl, literally, to their bedrolls.
Many Archmages say this nearly instinctual ritual is the reason so many Guild Elves join and stay in the Queen's Army!
But Moria, this night, didn't join in the ritual. She did began as usual with her strolling, fully intending on sending one of her fellow warriors, maybe even the sweet tasting Miriam, her Captain, into a lung emptying orgasm she'd still feel when she rose the next morning.
But...something happened.
A sudden glance into the darkness outside of their camp abruptly caught her attention. It felt like, to her, as if she had seen a pair of eyes, deep red eyes, in the darkness. She couldn't actually register anything in her sight, but her own vision was immediately, and quite unbreakably, fixated on a certain spot.
Out there.
Even though she couldn't make out anything in the darkness, she was certain her eyes were fixated on a single spot.
Out there.
Her casual stroll metamorphosed in direction from around the campfire to directly out into the darkness.
Out there.
No one noticed her disappearance into the darkness, being too preoccupied with finding their next tasty, late night pussy snack.
Even though it was pitch black, Moria walked with the confidence of a sleep walker. She walked assuredly, steadily, directly, as if knowing exactly where she was going.
Yet internally she felt so strange! She really didn't want to do this! She had no reason to leave the campsite! Yet something in her, something that controlled her body when she was distracted... aroused as in the ancient and primordial Elven ritual of the Circle-Lick, was forcing her!
Her eyes, fixed on a spot in the blackness ahead of her, suddenly made out two spots of light. Red light. Like coals glowing ahead. On she strode, and the coals became beady red pinpricks.
She heard breathing. And an irritating, low chuckle. Then she saw that the twin dots of red were not as far off the ground for she had to turn her head downward as she approached in order to keep her staring, unblinking vision on them. Then the dimmest of outlines became visible: Squat, wide trunk, block-like head, long, almost knuckle dragging, powerful arms and short, stubby, but even more powerful looking legs.
A dwarf?! Here? What was a dwarf doing so far from the Golden Mountains?
She stopped, as if commanded, three feet before the still chuckling, panting dwarf, her eyes locked to his.
His?! Why did she know it was a 'he'? Lord Loki had made them parthenogenic...all self-fertilizing females...
The growl instantly made her forget Lord Loki. "Strip, Elf slut!" was the imperious command. Even for a dwarf, the voice had no hint of femininity.
She was about to bark "No!" in no uncertain terms when she saw her hands reach up and, completely unbidden by her, pull her vest open and slide it back over her shoulders to the ground! Her typically perfect handfuls of Elf boob quivered under the red light from the dwarf's eyes as her nipples popped out into vehement erection.
"How?" she started when she grunted from a solid blow up under her kilt right against her naked, hairless twat! It was all she could do not to double over!
The dwarf just snorted and snickered as she gasped for air.
She reached down and grabbed the forearm-like shaft of bone covered with taut skin thrust between her legs and under her kilt. When her one hand could not get a secure enough grip, she sent the other hand down. Both together could not get half way around the dwarf's arm. When she tried to extricate the arm from between her legs, though, she quickly noticed two things:
When she gripped the arm she suddenly had copious amounts of tacky, lumpy fluid running down the insides of both her thighs!
When she tried to move the arm, the skin slid over the bone in a most unnatural manner!
Then she saw both of the dwarf's hands reach out and rip her kilt off her!
"Lord Loki, help me!" she gasped when she realized she was actually holding a cock, meter long horsecock, only one attached to a dwarf!
A dwarf that could control her mind!
"You fuck me, yes?!" he snickered, planting his hands on her shoulders.
As she stood there, bent over, holding the biggest cock in Alfheim thrust up between her thighs, Moria saw the dwarf's red eyes flash. Then, with a shocked gasp, her entire naked body jerked vividly as her mind exploded.
She would not remember anything after that flash in her skull, but, at its very beginning, while her mind still functioned, she thought how wonderfully blissful the explosion felt, beyond anything, even orgasm, she had ever experienced before!
Back at camp every Elf simultaneously with Moria jerked and then exploded into violent, forced orgasm. For a full minute they thrashed around each other's faces, drenching those faces with pussy juice, until the orgasm passed. Then they just went right on licking.
The dwarf, snorting and chuckling at the Elf's sudden blank expression, the drool running down her chin, her eager grip on his throbbing Elfbreaker, powerfully held her shoulders. Then, effortlessly and without the slightest resistance from the mindfucked Elf, he turned the stunned, panting bitch around.
He pushed her over by the shoulders until her hands and feet were flat upon the dark ground. Her ass, shiny now with her lubrication, was thrust up into his face, and cock!
Planting his massive cockhead in her more than soaked pussy, he proceeded to drive his immense cock up into her receptive girl guts.
Within a minute she was convulsing wildly in massive orgasmic waves, her belly swollen with cock, her mind crushed under irresistible, enslaving bliss. Her downward directed face, a mask of pure, unadulterated bliss across it, jerked with his thrusts
and cooed as he pushed her womb into her chest.
From the next morning, when they discovered Moria missing, and on they recognized that there had been a definite increase in the level of sexual 'tension' in all of them. Whatever happened the night before had sexually charged them all.
In short, they were in the most torrid Heat.
Hornier than ever!
Once they started moving again Miriam quickly realized that the sensation of lust intensified as they neared their destination.
She should have guessed before they broke camp, for they ruthlessly drained their mounts of every drop of cum that morning. The Elves took twice as long as usual with their horses that morning, kneeling under their curved bellies, choking and gagging on their horse-meat until the animal couldn't resist any longer! And it wasn't enough!
Every animal was 'milked' at least three times, and two took five suckings before their nuts shriveled up! And Miriam had to admit she was as ruthless a cocksucker as her warriors! She couldn't help it!
It tasted go good!
Miriam's pussy had been continuously soaked for over a day now. Her nipples were raw from their erect rubbing against her armored tunic. So sensitive had her loins become that she no longer used a saddle, just her bare twat riding on her mount's soft, smooth, warm and muscular back...
Her remaining warriors wore even less.
She knew they all now rode with their bare pussies grinding on the bare backs of their horses. The past day no one had been able to avoid humping their soft furred steed's backs.
As the days went by and they drew ever closer, there was no denying that the sexual arousal of her Elves was becoming ever more intensive and continuous. They had become obsessed with gratifying their sexual need. The lust that Loki had originally put in them was rapidly getting out of control. It was almost impossible to think about anything else.
Their poor mounts were drained, having been milked and suckled at every break and campsite for the last two days since Moria disappeared. Last night the unthinkable had happened. They had spent nearly the entire night buried in each others pussies, lapping away, trying to crawl into each other's bellies. And then they lost their sole guard, Lori.
Lori was raped and carried away right before their pussy juice flooded eyes!
Lori had been on guard, but, seized by the same mysterious, irresistible desire to fuck that had seized Miriam's entire party, was rubbing her dripping twat more than paying attention.
Cruelly, she paid for it!
Her subduer was a CockBat and the assault was very sudden. The rest, faces buried between each other's thighs, only had time to hear her brief cry of warning and to rise up, faces dripping with girl fluid, before seeing a black shadow dragging the already helplessly ensnared elf away.
With a shudder Miriam recalled the scene: A wide eyed Lori, arms and legs held far apart by irresistible tentacles, hoisted into the air. The tentacles seemed to appear out of the corners of a broad blackness resembling the outstretched wings of a giant bat, with only a pair of dull red eyes to break the dark symmetry. Unable to close her thighs or cross her arms, Lori could only howl helplessly for rescue and watch with wide and white eyes as her breastplate fell noisily to the ground some forty feet below. Then another tentacle easily ripped her kilt off.
Then her voice caught in her throat as her thighs and buttocks began to wildly quiver. Something was between her buttocks! Right against her virgin asshole!
Stroking up and down her deep, untouched crack, she felt slimy, hot fluid being deposited between her bulging buns. Relentlessly the penis-tentacle lubed her asscrack until her full, bulbous buns rubbed against each other without the least friction.
Then the tentacle passed forward, through her still quivering but wide spread thighs, and assaulted her bald pussy!
Now Lori gasped! Now she hissed! Now she felt the unholy bliss ignite her entire feminine being! The fluid became hotter. It relentlessly heated up her flesh! Soon sweat ran in sheets down her belly, between her grinding buttocks, between her hard nippled tits.
Quivering before the most intense orgasm of her life, she looked down to see another arm thick tentacle, with a cockhead, slip between her legs from behind and saw right over her clit!
It immediately broke the Elf's resistance. Howling and thrashing, Lori lost it, exploding violently in the CockBat's merciless grip. And she couldn't stop, as long as that wicked prick kept sawing her button! Breathlessly howling and squirming in undesired pleasure, she had no idea how long the monster kept her cumming.
When the tentacle finally did break contact with her reddened, swollen clit, she slumped in post-orgasmic exhaustion, hanging limply in the beast's omnipotent tentacles.
She could feel the evil beast's hot, pallid breath on the back of her neck. Its first tentacle continued to slide oh so sexily up and down her completely greased, torridly sensitive asscrack. She could feel the second, prickheaded tentacle not far away from her exposed, throbbing clit, rubbing oh so sensuously up and down her wide spread, quivering thighs.
She could do nothing but pant wildly, and sweat.
But the whine started up when the tentacle neared her clit again. With a teasing, relentless advance up her thighs, the damnable thing closed with her now eager clit.
She could do nothing but anticipate...eagerly anticipate the next heavenly contact...
There! She starting screaming even before the tentacle began to press, grind, saw up and down over her sex mound and crushed clit. She screamed hysterically in utter bliss as the monster effortlessly mastered her in its irresistible forced orgasms.
It felt so good!
Even as she howled in feminine defeat, she felt the first tentacle, as thick as her arm and meters long, poke into her clenched anus. Then, with omnipotent power, force her completely lubricated butthole to part for its triumphant advance into her virgin bowels.
Lord Loki help her, but THAT felt GOOD!
Finally the clit crushing tentacle slid all the way down, past her clit, to line up with her more than ready pussy. The fiendishly broad cockhead, the size of a Dark Lord's fist, bulled apart her floppy, dripping, fiery pink labia and inserted itself into a puss hole that was flexing like a fish's mouth. With a syrupy pop that no one could hear over the Elf's hysterical wailing, the head entered.
Miriam gasped in utter feminine horror as she saw Lori's belly swell, outlining the hellish fuck organ slowly but relentlessly filling her. Soon the swollen tube was running up to her navel.
Glassy eyed and hoarse from howling, Lori felt more than saw the third tentacle, no more than the thickness of a pencil. slide over her right hip and wrap its tip around her inch long, totally unhooded clit. The end three inches of the tip wrapped around her jutting button.
Miriam cried out, uselessly of course, to Lori to watch out as yet another, quite thick, penis-tentacle moved right in front of her dazed face. This one had a smaller cockhead, but one that drooling a steady, copious stream of yellowish, wormy wadd down her chin and chest.
Lori managed to focus her eyes on the disgusting sight and, in a last desperate act of defiance, managed to close her mouth before the tentacle could plunge inside.
The CockBat behind her derisively snorted hot, wet breath down her back.
Then the little tentacle wrapped around her clit began to spin around her clit, like a string spinning a stick around to start a fire.
The look on Lori's face broke Miriam's heart. The most blissful, angelic, and GRATEFUL expression appeared as she willing opened her mouth wide and, driving her head forward, engulfed the slime dribbling cockhead! She immediately began giving suck, and gagging on the tons of gunk the poured down her gullet.
Then the ungentlemanly CockBat drove another foot of its tentacle-cock down the willingly suckling and swallowing Lori's throat!
Miriam could only gasp "No!" as the beast started up a furious triple fuck of the former Guild Elf, now Dark Lord Fuck Toy. Lori could only, and only had to, jerk and quiver and convulse as her guts and tubes were stuffed and used for demonic intercourse. Willingly, she now seemed to accept the slimy devil dicks sliding down her gullet, stuffing her belly and distending her virgin butt.
Orisses, next to Miriam, finally had reached her limit. "Get the bows!" she cried, gripping Miriam painfully by the arm. "We have to do something!"
Miriam was about to tell her that she might kill Lori, then she realized with awe inspiring finality that Lori was already dead...as a Guild Elf. She was fucked, and that would be all she would ever want.
Miriam said nothing in reply.
That, alone, told volumes about Lori's fate.
But it was too late, already, for any action by the skilled warriors on the ground. At that very moment, with a spine tingling growl, the CockBat relieved itself into Lori. Its three tentacles stiffened, then great bulges appeared, all moving up the tentacles towards Lori's stuffed openings. As the bulges disappeared into her, Lori went still and proceeded to fill with demonic wadd.
Buckets of tacky ropes of cum spurted out her widely stretched pussy and ass holes, feet long worms spewed out her flared nostrils, waves of yellowish goop cascaded down her chin to curtain her heaving tits and swollen belly.
Even on the ground below they could hear Lori's guts growl from all the gunk pumped into her. She looked pregnant with sextuplets as the unnatural insemination continued.
The spewing of demonic goo still continued when, with the loud flapping of great, invisible bat wings, the stunned, tearful, deeply distressed Elves on the ground watched there former companion disappear into the blackness.
They would still hear her wild cries, nonetheless, through most of the remainder of that night. Her cries, at first of fear but inevitably of raw, irrepressible, overwhelming orgasm, echoed over the dark plains and slowly faded away before daybreak.
Worse of all, no sooner was she gone than did the horrible, delicious lust return! And it was irresistible! The once again overheated elves dove hungrily back into their partner's twats.
Until daybreak.
"We are almost there," Miriam said with a dry voice over her shoulder at the warriors behind her.
The others, glazed eyed, nearly naked, continuously rubbing their soaked pussies against the fur of their mounts, could only nod. Their lush, smooth skin glistened with waves of Heat induced sweat.
Looking at the condition of her party, Miriam felt her confidence drop. Including her, none of her party would be able to resist a serious attack now. By Lord Loki! A good hard fisting would be good, right about now!
Then she shook her head and mentally kicked herself! Where is your discipline! "Be on your alert!" she added, then spurred her mount on.
Around the next huge boulder they found the entrance to the cave, their destination.
Their goal was in there, inside the Cave of Prescience. It was just over the Northwestern border of Alfheim, on the edge of the Impassable Mountains and perilously close to the border of Jotunheim.
In his wisdom Lord Loki, long ago, had collected all that was malformed, malevolent, or hate filled and forced them into the Jotunheim. Elves were forbidden to enter there, during his reign, just as its denizens were prevented from moving far to the South.
But Lord Loki knew that, sooner or later, outsiders, not Elf, not Orc, would gain access to Alfheim. Of such people the Elves would be ignorant.
Ignorance was weakness.
Elves could not afford to tolerate weakness.
Therefore Lord Loki had placed the Key of All Knowledge in the Cave. This key would give whatever sentient or intelligent being that possessed it knowledge of the thoughts, abilities, and intentions of non-Elf or Orc's living in Lord Loki's Realm.
But to prevent the Elves from taking the Key in order to give them all knowledge of non-Elf things, Lord Loki placed a dragon... Dragonshaft, to protect it.
But Dragonshaft was weak, and stupid, and could be driven off by a brave, determined opponent. He, like Elves and Orcs, was immortal. But an Elven sword could hurt him severely, and brave, determined Elves had, in rare occasions, gained the key from him.
That was the ElfQueen's orders to Miriam, get the key and determine what this new threat from the Dark Regions was.
They dismounted their steeds, each leaving a large wet patch upon the horse's back. At the entrance to the cave they stopped.
"Orisses, you stand guard here. And put on your armor! If any... thing appears, alert us." Then Miriam led the other two into the Cave.
The journey was not long, but it was far enough to remove any outside light. But the walls glowed with an eerie light, and every step they took was well displayed and clear.
Also, with every step into the cave, it seemed, the maddening lust that they had been undergoing over the past four days of travel intensified. The thigh quivering, the panting, the dry mouth symptoms mounted to near orgasmic levels.
Pussy juice ran, like suddenly released urine, down their trembling inner thighs.
They couldn't help it!
Suddenly they came upon a great bend in the cave. Out of sight, around the bend, they could clearly make out mysterious and threatening heavy breathing, and wisps of fog could be seen drifting around the corner towards them.
Immediately the three warriors, now dressed only in their armor tunics, short skirt-like kilts, and sword belt, rapidly and dramatically drew their weapons.
Miriam turned back to the others. She saw that they had long drops of sweat rolling down their foreheads, armpits, arms, necks, thighs. Very uncharacteristic of Elves.
She realized that she, too, must look like them.
"Stay here," Miriam ordered the other two with a too dry mouth. "I will go ahead. Your duty is to prevent anyone cutting us off from the outside. I can handle that coward, Dragonshaft. If I need you, I will call out. Understood?"
Both elves, sweating profusely, thighs quivering in barely repressed sexual need and excitement, nonetheless, being professionals, nodded briskly.
Miriam, feeling better after her warriors response, stepped alone around the corner.
And into another world.
The two Elves Miriam left behind watched their leader slip around the corner, then looked at each other. Then they noticed the fog sweeping around towards them. Eyes wide, they watched the musky smelling mist wrap around them.
From the inner darkness of the cavern a light shone. An increasingly brightening light that only the two Elves on guard could see. As it brightened it rapidly transformed into an image.
An image of a woman.
"I am Desiree!" exploded in their skulls. Both Elves convulsed as the fog swirling between their bare legs condensed into tentacles.
The tentacles probed for their feminine openings.
Expertly probed.
"Welcome to my service!" she image continued. "You are now mine! You will look forward to servicing me! Soon!"
Then both Elves doubled over with loud, forced cries of shock and not a little pleasure as their openings were violated.
The fog seemed to wrap about Miriam. It was a warm, thick mist, almost solid. It also smelled. Something musky, potent...male. Like when she slipped under her mount to service it after a long day of riding...
She shook her head, noticing how weak her thighs had become. This lust was stronger than ever in this fog!
She could see it was coating the walls, ceiling, dirt floor of the cave, swirling in complex, hypnotic patterns. Before she stepped forward the fog appeared to be only inches away from her, but when she walked towards the nearest wall, the fog always retreated from her, keeping a constant distance.
Yet the fog did not effect the Elf's vision. Beams of light, seemingly coming from every direction, would alternately stream through a brief crack in the fog at one place, then another. Randomly.
Because of the random lighting, every bit of the cave was illuminated, more or less, as Miriam strode determinedly farther in.
The heavy breathing intensified as she strode. Miriam smiled to herself. Getting closer, good! She knew that the breathing was just for effect. This is just what she was told Dragonshaft would do. He could only frighten elves, he couldn't successfully fight them. He was not well coordinated, he could not use a sword or shield with enough dexterity to successfully drive off even one Elf.
He was forced to use fear, so his voice was loud and dark, his appearance huge and fearsome. Yet, he was almost harmless, if you could keep your courage.
Miriam increased her strides, determined to get this poor monster out of her way quickly.
Then, from out of the fog, Dragonshaft appeared.
Even though she was prepared for his appearance, it stopped her in her tracks for a moment.
He was big, certainly. Easily as tall as two elves, three if you included the heights of the fingers extending from his wing joints. He had to be more than two horses in just body length. Basically the closest one could come to describing him was a thin, bony, misshapen cross between a lizard and an orc. One covered with leathery, dark green skin pocketed with numerous wart-like bumps. His muzzle below the eyes was long and bony like a lizard's, while his upper head was more like a human's or orc's with large eye sockets and lizard-like eyes with wide, green irises. A hideous slash of a lipless mouth wrapped around the muzzle, lined with long, off color fangs and a long, broad, slimy maroon tongue exiting at the end of the muzzle. A pair of long, curved horns, one with the tip broken off, topped the bare,domed head.
The whole emaciated thing was wrapped in huge, leathery bat wings. It stood on two clawed, three long toed feet. Two lengthy thin arms, carrying elongated hands that were claw nailed, extended out from its shoulders.
Finally a long, prehensile tail, as thick as an elf's arm and nearly as long as the demon's height, whipped about Dragonshaft. It ended in a broad, barb-like head.
Not unlike her mounts cockhead!
Miriam circled her head with her blurred sword blade, filling the cave with her sword's song. Then she pointed the point directly at Dragonshaft's nose.
The suddenly wide eyed dragon leaped back one stride, wrapping itself with its wings.
"Hold, there demon!" Miriam bellowed in her typical Elven high pitched voice. "I have come for the Key of Prescience! Do not stand in my way!"
"Nay, I cannot!" it replied in a much louder and deeper voice. "I am the protector..."
"I'll cleave you asunder if you do not make way!" she replied.
"I cannot allow you to the key. Lady Desiree has charged me to allow no one access."
"Then defend yourself, monster!" Miriam screeched and charged.
Dragonshaft screeched in turn, then jumped back three Elven strides. As the Elf continued her charge, the demon opened his wings wide and hissed.
Miriam thought, as she charged, that his display and cry was an attempt at frightening her, in order to stop her charge. She wouldn't fall for that trick. She knew that Dragonshaft had no weapons that could defeat her.
Then something under Dragonshaft caught her eye.
It was a bending, twisting four foot long tube, as thick as Miriam's leg, stiffening rapidly, and unexpectedly thrusting out from between Dragonshaft's legs! Spectacularly it was instantly jutting rigidly out in front of the demon!
Right into the charging Elf's face.
In mid-charge, unable to stop her momentum, Miriam saw the out thrust lance seemingly rush towards her. She heard, as she closed, and then saw two basketball sized, oval testicles fall in a leathery scrotum to the dirt floor beneath the demon. They raised two immense clouds of dust.
Unable to stop in time, or even swing her mighty sword at the obstruction, Miriam's face smashed into the spongy, and goo covered, head at the end of the pole. For the briefest moment the hot, slimy, and surprisingly smooth flesh of the pole wrapped around the startled Elf's face as her momentum was absorbed by the iron bar hard shaft behind the glans.
Miriam felt her nose slip into a hole at the tip of the pole, a slime drooling, pulsating hole that smelled of something extremely rare, very potent, and utterly forbidden-Dark Lord semen!
Then, her head stopped by the glans wrapped around her face, Miriam felt her momentum driven legs fly out from under her. With a cry of alarm, she fell to the dirt floor, on her bubble butt ass.
Long strands of yellowish, wormy, gunk extended from the reformed glans, and the inches long piss slit at the tip, to the totally shocked Elf's slime covered face. A moment later Miriam looked up from her position upon the dirt floor, flat upon her bulbous butt, to gawk at the huge pole hovering over her. In bewilderment she realized, partly from the thick gunk dropping out the slit at the tip upon her upturned face, heaving ElF cleavage and firm, smooth thighs, that the jutting tube had to be a demon's version of a disgusting male's sex organ. That is, a monstrous belly stuffing, pussy splitting, Elven mind destroying, womb flooding cock!
Dragonshaft did not have a cock!
At least, he wasn't supposed to have one!
Looking down at her with a grimace that went for smug grins in dragons, and flexing his Elf destroyer so even more wormy strands of dragon-chowder plopped down upon the thoroughly intimidated Elf, Dragonshaft said, "Lady Desiree gave me this! She said it would be all I would need to protect the Key...From you!"
Miriam, hearing the slight in the demon's speech, regained her composure sufficiently to interrupt the demon with a wild war cry. With all her magic magnified strength she sent her sword flashing through the air towards the outrageous organ.
She would see how smug Dragonshaft would be with half of his cock cleaved off!
With a great thud blade met cockshaft.
Rolling adeptly to the side, she dexterously rose to her feet, sword at the ready. Checking for damage so to determine where the next blow should be delivered, her eyes widened alarmingly when she saw no wound on the cock!
The demon should be wailing profusely from a slice a good foot deep in his obscene prick!
Dragonshaft turned to keep her before him, and Miriam couldn't help but see how his huge, heavy balls in their leathery scrotal sac rolled after him. Once more the penis pointed directly at the elf.
Suddenly Miriam felt...different. Hotter, to be sure. But also, hungry! It had to be the effects of her facial coating! The smell, and taste, of the dragon's semen had to be affecting her. Sweat, in greatly increased streams, began rolling down her forehead, between her heaving, full tits, down her armor clad belly. But it wasn't sweat that began dribbling down the insides of her thighs!
She kept thinking: how much-cum-did those balls carry?!
The Elf shook the thought from her mind, and forced her anger back.
With another wild yell Miriam again swung her sword mightily against the rigid, unmoving prick. Again her sword thudded into the prick and the cave echoed with the clang as the sword vibrated in the mighty Elf warrior's hands.
It was like hitting a rock! she silently exclaimed, heart thundering in a mixture of growing horror and...lust at the invincible potency being displayed by the beast's cock. Her blade could not cut the penis' flesh!
She assumed a defensive stance, sword outstretched and aimed at the prodigious organ opposing her, in order to think.
She couldn't damage that prick! How? Magic? Maybe one more blow, farther down the shaft? She needed to strike the demon himself! That's it! Drive the sword into Dragonshaft's guts, that will drive him off!
While she thought, debating with herself, Dragonshaft's cock moved as if it had a mind of its own. With a sudden slashing stroke at the Elf, remarkable for such a massive, clumsy looking weapon, the dragoncock struck sharply against Miriam's sword blade, explosively hurling the sword from the shocked Elf's hands!
With jaw dropped and eyes wide, the Elf stood for a moment before the demon, stripped of all defense.
Then, before Miriam could react, or even flee, the massive pole swung swiftly back, the spongy cockhead smacking alongside her head and sending the Elf flying, head over heals, a good five feet away. She landed with a 'whoof!" on the dirt floor, raising another cloud of dust.
Stunned, Miriam tried to rise, but Dragonshaft, with admirable but completely unexpected nimbleness, leaped like a raptor and was upon her. Seizing her about her tiny waist, he hoisted the shocked Elf off the floor until she was even with his glaring eyes.
"Lady Desiree has instructed me to get all information that I can from anyone who attempts to get the Key. You will tell me why you want it!"
Miriam shook her head wildly. "Who is this Desiree...EEEEEE!" She started, but then lost her words in a scream when Dragonshaft used his wing joint fingers to untie the straps that held her tunic on.
With a clang her breastplate fell to the ground. Immediately her uselessly flailing arms were seized by the wings.
Dragonshaft lowered the screaming, terrorized Elf to her back on the dusty cave floor. Miriam struggled desperately, but her hands were pinned over her head by his wing fingers. Chortling aloud, Dragonshaft ignored the Elf's wildly but ineffectually kicking feet a moment to rip her kilt off, stripping her naked. Then he grabbed her ankles with his hands and, with Dark Lord enhanced strength, effortlessly pulled them far, far apart.
With her hands held over her head by the demon's wing-claws, her feet and legs flayed open in a wide, lewd V, Miriam gawked up at the snorting, dribbling beast hovering over her with a face scared by wide eyed, open mouthed horror.
Then the immense cock, as if with a mind of its own, sniffed out Miriam's bald, crimsoned, soaked twat. With no nonsense force the monstrous tip pressed home into the elf's wide open fuck hole.
Miriam could only howl impotently as she was penetrated. The syrupy pop of her violation echoed off the cavern walls.
As Dragonshaft enveloped her with his wings, smirking down on her as he descended, the elf's belly swelled ominously as she helplessly took feet of demon dick.
Wrapped up in the demon's wings, all Miriam could do was wail as the immense prick sank into her guts. Holding her by her tiny waist, Dragonshaft lifted the stubbornly wriggling, horrified Elf warrior up under his folded wings until she was staring wide and wild eye to red, triumphant eye with him. He smirked at her expression of pure horror at her seemingly hopeless position. Then he began raising and lowing the Elf, raising and then brutally driving down the squealing Elf upon his four feet of arm thick, iron pole rigid dragon meat.
Miriam's jaw dropped and her eyes rolled up into her head as she was callously driven down for the first time upon the grotesque cock as the demon's leathery wings enclosed more tightly about her.
Smothered by the enwrapping wings, only dimmed screams and shrieks could be heard from the doomed Elf warrior in the open cave as Dragonshaft "interrogated" the helpless, multi-orgasmic fuck-Elf. For long minutes the smothered voice of Dragonshaft could be heard, interrogating, demanding answers to endless questions. Occasionally, in a much higher pitched voice tainted with squeals and howls of belly distending, sexually enslaving agony/bliss, Miriam tried to reply.
Initially resisting his demands with all her being, after a series of sharp smacks, obviously the sound of demon claws whacking savagely against wet, taut, bulbous Elf buttocks, the valiant, combative elf warrior's voice changed pitch slightly, and the tone of Miriam's "conversation" changed dramatically.
With two feet of meat thundering through her belly, destroying her sense of responsibility and dedication, obliterating her self-confidence and courage in a unending stream of gut spreading, mind dissolving, will dominating orgasms, Miriam found herself all too quickly and eagerly answering all questions, providing him with any and all the information she had.
As he provided the Elf with every gut splitting inch of cock that he had.
Stuffed to the gills with demonic dragoncock, Miriam, squealing and writhing in complete bliss, felt herself rotated on the Elf lubricated, iron hard pole until she faced away from the grinning Dragonshaft. Then, irresistibly, she was lowed to the dusty dirt floor upon her face.
The dragon's wings opened, and the quivering, squealing Elf raised her head from the dust to see her two compatriots chained to a nearby wall. They were naked, sweaty, dripping with pussy juice, panting in total arousal, gawking at the sight displayed to them of their leader, the Lady Miriam, on all fours like a cock eager bitch, face pushed into the dust, taking feet of demonic cock.
Eagerly!
Cock that they themselves desired oh so much in their bellies!
Miriam could clearly see that their nipples were maximally hard, their bald labia fully extended and soaked. Hands chained overhead, their ankles were chained to the rock wall even with their shoulders.
They were completely opened to whatever wanted to use them.
Like Dragonshaft, when he finally finished with using Miriam.
But he wasn't finished with the fuck-enslaved elf.
While she gawked in horror at her compatriots chained to the wall, Dragonshaft pulled his meat from her widely spread, juice dripping pussy, exiting with a loud, disgusting slurp. Immediately he pressed the continuously drooling glans against her virgin pink asshole.
"Nooooo!" she squealed as the tapered cockhead smoothly spread her tightest hole. The hysterical Elf threw her head and trunk up in order to pull her threatened butt away from the monstrous organ attempting entry into her most private opening.
Dragonshaft merely planted a huge claw upon the raised, negatively shaking head of his victim, and, with omnipotent strength, forced the frenziedly resisting Elf's face into the dust covered floor. This brought her lush, plump ass up to him, for his use.
With a loud, wet pop, accompanied by a demented shriek, the fist sized cockhead abruptly disappeared into the raised butt Elf's tail. Immediately he began to drive the entire length of his cock, all four feet, into the helpless Elf's nether guts.
Howling and thrashing under the triumphant, towering dragon, Miriam tried to stop, or at least slow down, the insane cock plunge. Dragonshaft simply wrapped his other huge claw halfway around the Elf's petite waist and powerfully held her still.
His cock smoothly and continuously slid into Miriam's widely spread anus, not stopping the unnatural penetration until his leathery ball sack pressed hotly against the Elf's dripping, bald pussy.
Miriam's eyes bulged, her jaw dropped as her tongue fell out to the dirty cave floor, and her taut belly swelled like she were doubly pregnant.
The belly filling pleasure of that penetration was incredible!
Dragonshaft chucked evilly and momentarily ground his Elf bowel stuffing dragonmeat into the now motionless, on all fours, ass offered up cock broken Elf. He didn't stop until the submissive Elf beneath him moaned desperately, long and loud, and began thrusting her pierced tail back at him.
That was the signal Desiree had told him to look for in Elves!
Good!
Following his Mistress Desiree's instructions, he then, mercilessly and ruthlessly, began fucking, sliding in and out, back and forth through the dragon conquered Elf's cock crammed bowels, picking up speed and power with each series of thrusts.
"Oh No...Please!...No!...OOOOHHH!...Yes, you beast!" Miriam groaned as the obscene, unnatural pleasure unrelentingly built!
Her two chained warriors gaped in feminine horror and despondency as their leader gripped the dirty floor of the cave in willing response to feet of leg thick cock plowing in and out of her willingly offered up bubble butt!
It felt so good! No matter how much she resisted, the insane anal stretching and bloated gut pain continued to build, but in wondrously pleasurable waves of submission! That cock felt so Loki-damn wonderful fucking through her guts!
Miriam, increasing the rhythm and volume of her squeals with each potent thrust into her, hung her head in complete humiliation as she saw her chained to the wall compatriots gawk in horror and despair at her acquiescence to anal rape.
She couldn't help it! Every thrust felt so much more painfully blissful than the previous! The horribly wonderful sensation of having her bowels stuffed from the rear obliterated all of her resistance, her reticence, her self-control. All she could think about, work for, desire was to be ass stuffed and anally gutted by this monstrously dimensioned, Elf-enslaving dragon's sex pole!
Then Dragonshaft suddenly stopped. Digging his claws into the elf's offered up bubble butt buns, he growled ominously. After a long count of hesitation, still loudly growling with sexual power, he simultaneously thrust forward with all his strength while pulling the Elf's split and spitted rear violently towards his driving hips. Mercilessly, omnipotently, callously, he buried his meat into the elf... to the balls. Those massive balls lifted from the ground to press tightly against the quivering elf's pussy and buns.
Miriam's head suddenly popped up, her eyes wide, her mouth tightly closed. Dragonshaft grabbed her hair, pulling her head higher still. Then his bulge on the underside of the short length of his cock that still extended out of Miriam began to pulse wildly.
Miriam's cheeks bulged out, along with her eyes. Hysterically she shook her head wildly and desperately in the demon's hair grasp, but to no avail. He had her, she knew it, he knew it, and he wasn't about to let the luscious Elf loose until he had mercilessly relieved himself...into her!
Suddenly, her reckless struggles ceased. Then two long, yellow, wormy strands of coiled gunk shot from her nostrils.
Dragonshaft was unloading buckets of unholy dragon muck into the Elf's guts. Spewing frenziedly and copiously as only a denizen of the Dark Lords world could, he dumped a veritable deluge, quarts upon quarts, of raunchy, tacky, slimy, devil wadd into the Elf's guts. So much that it surged frenziedly through the poor elf's organs and right up into her throat and mouth.
Miriam finally gave up the ghost. Her over pressured mouth flew open and she vomited an initial torrent of dragon balljuice a good four feet away. Gush after gummy gush of colloidal gunk surged out her open mouth as Dragonshaft's magnificent cockhose, its tip located halfway up her esophagus, continued to spew pint sized jets of dragon wadd, spurt after spouting spurt, directly into her throat and out her vomiting mouth.
She could feel the pulses of wadd traveling through her, from her maximally dilated asshole, up her unused digestive track, through her stuffed stomach and into her esophagus.
Helplessly, in continuous orgasm, she obediently puked spewing wave after wave of wadd out her nose and mouth.
Right in front of her fellow Elves.
Showing them their fate.
That is, once Dragonshaft was finished enjoying their humiliated and subjugated Commander.
But he was far from finished with Miriam, as another wave of lumpy, yellow slime again spewed from the babbling, tearing, multi and continuously orgasmic, and not to mention totally fucked, Elf.
Roger was in trouble. Big trouble.
Guinevere was kneeling before him, head bobbing in good foot long plunges over his jerking, steely hard prick. She was swallowing over half of his prick with each plunge!
Roger was in a squat, hands still guiding the cocksucker's plunges from grips upon her pointed ears. He could feel his burning wadd already filling his meat as she noisily, sloppily nursed on him.
She had his nuts out, too. Each melon sized baby maker was clutched in a dwarfed hand, her long, hard, pointy nails dug deeply into each. She had been milking his balls as her head bobbed. And she had him nearly there...
Damn, could that Elf suck cock! From long and regular practice on her steeds, it was natural for her to wrap her throat around a throbbing, jumping cockshaft till it was plunging down her esophagus, then, on her withdrawals, constrict around it and swallow, thereby drawing up her 'steedcream' most efficiently.
Poor Roger, she thought, anticipating the taste of his 'milk', he's even easier to milk than her steeds. Flare should not have left him all high and dry all day! Classy steeds like Roger need regular, and expert, milking!
"Oh, Gwen...I...I...I can't..." Roger gasped, holding her down on his jerking meat.
Guinevere knew right where she, and Roger, were. With perfect timing she gripped his nuts fiercely and squeezed, immediately being rewarded by a massive swelling of his nearly swallowed cock. Her neck strained outward, trying to encompass his prick, and she made the most nastiest choking noises.
Then his cock jerked, three times. With the third pulse two inch thick ropes of manchowder spewed out the Elf's flared nostrils all the way to the floor. As Roger tried, not quite successfully, not to howl his pleasure, Guinevere began her well deserved feeding.
Roger tore at his hair, bit his knuckles, ground his teeth together as the Elf expertly milked him. The pleasure was almost painful. It was all he could do to not howl like a nitwit under her oral services. Never had he been drained like this! He gasped and moaned, cried and occasionally howled, as Guinevere nursed on his furiously spewing meat.
And she was one hell of of cocksucker, because, excepting his first spew out her nostrils, every bit of his superhuman load disappeared right down her throat. She milked his eggs without mercy, and timed his spurts perfectly. Her swallowing matched his spurting rhythm gush for gooey, tacky, wormy gush.
She drained him. She sucked out and swallowed every bit of his cum that could have been extracted in one orgasm. Even after he had stopped spewing, she sucked on his nearly swallowed cock like it was a straw to his balls. Even when she had sucked every bit of cum out of his tubes, when there was none left to even leak out once, if ever, she released him from her oral grip, she suckled him.
"Oh, Please, have mercy!" he finally gasped, pushing her head off his thoroughly suckled meat and forcing her upon her big (for an Elf) ass. He then staggered back to the back of the stall.
Guinevere looked up at him, the two feet long strands of wadd hanging from her nostrils plastered to her face and chest, with a pout. "My steeds never ask for mercy!" she said.
Roger looked at the steed next to him in the stall. The horse was looking back. He swore it had an expression on its face of pure pity and understanding. How often had HE wanted to push her off his sucked off cock?!
"I...I just need a moment..." he gasped, looking at the hungry expression on Guinevere as she rose upon her knees.
Then she sucked the two strands of cum into her mouth as if they were spaghetti! "Can I suck some more out of you! Your balls are plenty big! Gotta be at least two more feedings in you!"
Then she walked towards him on her knees.
Roger stiffened when she gripped his still wet cock again in her hands. A couple of firm, foot long milking strokes started his cock drooling again!
"See! Told you," she enthused, lapping up his latest effluent with her long, agile tongue.
What was happening to me?! Roger asked. She nearly kills me with one blow job, nearly sucks my balls out through my cock, and a minute later I'm drooling all over her big tits!
Big tits! Roger suddenly was focusing on her jiggling tits. Jiggling as she increased her milking of his raging cock!
Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea letting Guinevere in on his secret!
Then Roger heard the maids in the distance. "Uh, Guinevere, maybe we should find a more...private place to continue this?"
She looked carefully at his jumping prick a moment, then looked up. "Sounds fine with me! I suppose I shouldn't let the kids see this beauty...for now! We can go to my room! But, you have to promise me somethin'"
"What?"
"I want this beauty in more than my mouth, next time!"
Roger grinned, "I promise to fuck you, if that's what you mean!"
Her grin broadened. "It's a deal!" she said, rising. She turned her back on him and, bending over, looked to see where the maids were.
Roger leered at her broad (for an Elf) butt thrust back at him and his cock bobbed and drooled in its honor. He didn't promise which hole he would fuck! Why not both?
She reached back and grabbed his slime dripping pole. Pulling on it, she used her grip to make him follow her.
They slipped out of the Livery and into her place quickly. Once inside, she slowed down. Her hand was dripping with stringy cum.
His!
"So, you're a man?" she asked, looking around for any customers. Just before they reached the tavern she turned left and started up a flight of stairs.
"I suppose I am," Roger replied, carefully, remembering Flare's reaction right after he first fucked her.
"I'm supposed to hate and kill you, you know," she said, looking over her shoulder and squeezing his gripped cock at the same time.
"I know," Roger replied, even more carefully. After a moment, when they slowed to a near halt halfway up the stairs, he added, "Are you?" He flexed his meat in her hand, just for effect.
She did stop and turn to face him. She stared, passively, into his hood for a long moment, then, much less passively, at his huge prick. He flexed it a few times, drenching her cock grabbing hand with precum.
Then, as she started up a less firm milking action on his shaft, she looked back up. "I...I should but...I can't!" Then she bent over and kissed the tip. Raising back up and then turning forward again, with a little smile on her face, she added, "Maybe later, after I've drained you! If you don't please me!" Then she stepped forward.
Roger took a longer stride that brought him right up behind her. Then he nonchalantly cupped her left buttock with his left hand.
It was nice and round, and fuller than Flare's. It was firm, but not the steel bun firmness of Flare's. His fingers sunk a little way into its meat when he gripped her.
"No!" she gasped, not quite yelling but with emphasis. "I will not have this in my establishment!"
He sent his right hand under her shirt to cup her right boob. And 'boob' it was! Pear shaped, full, twice as full as Flare's delightful handfuls, it was softer than Flare's, but only a little. Her nipple was smaller, but rock hard in his palm.
"You will have my cock in this establishment!" he replied, tossing his hood back with his head.
She stared up at him, a mixture of excitement, passion, and hate on her face.
"I want you in your establishment!" he added, crushing their lips together.
Guinevere immediately melted in his ass and boob grip, even moaning, like a teenager, as she submissively opened her mouth to let his tongue in. Her cock gripping hand turned into a blur as Roger switched from one boob to the other, thoroughly exploring both.
Now it was Roger's turn to moan as his cock jerked and tossed precum all over the Elf.
When he plunged his ass grabbing hand down the back of her pants to grip her meaty buns directly, she tore away from the kiss. "all right! You win! My room, Quick!"
"Wait!" he ordered just as she was going to step away. Pulling his hands out of her clothes, he grabbed the waist of her tights and abruptly yanked them to the floor! "I like your pants around your feet!" he smirked.
She just smiled and started up the stairs, taking much smaller steps with her feet entangled.
Roger just reached in between her rolling, working asscheeks and checked her out.
She was soaked.
They entered Guinevere's room sideways, her hand beating tons of man-gunk out of his cock and all over her belly while his hand was nearly buried between her asscheeks. Her bed was across the room from the door, dresser and closet alongside. The first thing she did, once the big oaken door was closed, was kick her useless tights off her feet.
They kissed again, hot bodies grinding together. Roger filled his hands with her buns while she milked his once again heavy, low hanging balls. Breaking the kiss, Roger pulled his disguise over his head while he felt Guinevere kiss the messy head of his prick.
As he pulled her shirt over her head, she asked, "What's your name, M'Lord?"
Roger couldn't help but smile at what she called him. Just like Flare! "Roger," he answered, mauling her full, resilient jugs.
Letting him handle her a moment more, she bent over to lick his cockhead clean. Then, rising, she asked, "Sir Roger, would ye like to fuck me?"
Roger's jerking dick, flinging strands of precum all over her belly and tits, answered her.
He kissed her again, this time picking her up behind the knees and back, and carried her, kissing all the way, to her big oaken bed. Standing by the bed, finishing their kiss, Guinevere whined into Roger's mouth as his cock impatiently thumped against her round tail.
Breaking the kiss, Guinevere whimpered in Roger's arms, "Take me, M'Lord! Please! It has been so long!"
Lowering her gently to the surprisingly stiff mattress, Roger asked, as delicately as he could at that moment, "Uh, what about Flare?"
Guinevere filled her hands with his sixteen inch cock and melon sized balls. Looking at his display of Lord Loki's potency a moment, she looked back up, "I suppose she knows about...this?"
Roger grinned. "A little!"
"You must have had her five times a day!" she replied, eyes wide at his dimensions. "No wonder she's walking bowlegged!"
"She is?" he replied, not catching the joke.
Guinevere smiled. "Actually, she is! And so will I, I hope!"
Roger hesitated as she tried to pull his Elfbreaker towards her wide open saddle. "Wait! Flare is somewhat...jealous! What would happen to your...friendship?"
"Look, Sir Roger! We've been bedding each other's partners since before your god was born! You leave Flare to me! Now, I need it, Sir Roger! I need it bad!"
With a relieved grin, Roger climbed into Guinevere's saddle.
Her pussy popped open like rotten fruit the moment his cockhead pressed home. She moaned, oh so sweetly, as he sank into her. In no time at all they were moving like well synchronized machinery, warm, wet, sweet.
He was soon driving without restraint into Guinevere's offered up and receptive belly. She was a delight, soft, wet, willing. She just lay back and let him rip, tearing through her snug, but not as tight as Flare's, twat and deep into her belly, until his second load exploded out of him naturally. The way she wailed when he flooded her womb and filled her belly was a total delight.
He lay on top of her for quite some time. Neither showed any interest in separating. Guinevere seemed perfectly happy nearly covered with Roger's body.
And filled with his cock.
When that cock hardened again under her vaginal muscle massage, and Roger began testing the waters, so to speak, by gentle thrusting into the Elf beneath him, she grabbed his hip.
"M'Lord?" she gasped.
"What?" Roger quickly replied. In the past, back 'home', such a move from Jane indicated she wasn't interested in seconds.
"Let me on top! I've never been on top! Lord Loki never let us on top!"
"Did Lord Loki fuck every Elf?" Roger asked incredulously.
"Of course, silly...I mean, Sir Roger!" Guinevere replied.
Roger rolled over upon his back as Guinevere went with him, keeping his meat buried in her belly, holding him with those famous Elven cuntal muscles.
"Why do you think he created us? Since you have his cock, weren't you going to fuck all of us?"
Roger looked up at her with wide eyes of shock. "I never considered..."
"Well, you had better!" she said, climbing upon him, planting her feet on each side of his hips. She was now in a great cheerleader squat. "You are going to fuck my maids, aren't you? They have hardly been used, since they were created right before Lord Loki left!"
Roger's head was spinning. How many Elves are there? Then, just as Guinevere was preparing to squat, Roger stopped her. "Wait! One thing...I'm giving you what you want, right?"
Guinevere, starting to sweat trying to hold her squat over his towering prick, nodded.
"Then, after you're done here, I want something."
"What?" she gasped.
Roger just reached his hand around her hip and drove his middle finger to the last knuckle up Guinevere's asshole.
With a shocked screech Guinevere lost it, collapsing upon his upright prick and driving her pussy around its near seventeen inch length in one hot, slick slide.
With the Elf squirming upon his cock, his finger wriggling up her ass, Roger insisted, "Is it a deal? I want your ass next!"
Guinevere nodded quickly.
"Its a virgin ass, isn't it?"
From laying her head on his chest, she looked up into his face, "You know that? Lord Loki never took us there..."
"A little Elf told me so, one night when I had my cock up her butt."
"You are a hard Master!" she gasped.
"You noticed! Don't worry, Flare loved it! So will you!" Roger slapped Guinevere's big, round right asscheek, the 'crack' echoing in the room. "Now, you wanted to be on top. You're on top! Show me what you can do!"
With another nod the Elf rose back up upon her haunches, then dropped her hips right down around Roger's prick. She cried like a little bird when his cockhead smacked into her womb, Roger moaned in bliss as Elven moist heat swallowed his meat.
Then she began squatting up and down on him, flying up and down in nearly foot long squats, sucking on him as she rose, bouncing her womb off him on the plunges.
Roger, wincing each time she smashed down on his steel hard prick, put his hands behind his head and, with a satisfied smile, let the Elf ride him.
Guinevere's screech was partially smothered by the pillow her teeth were biting on. Roger had her on her belly, another pillow under her Elven wide hips. He was grinding his ready to explode prick, all seventeen Elf butt buried inches of it, into Guinevere's defeated and opened tail.
She was good for her word, once she had bounced herself into machine-gun orgasms upon his indefatigable prick. Even when he couldn't hold his third load back, she most generously pulled off of him, squatted between his spread legs, and gobbled every spurt.
She said he tasted better than her best steedcream!
She even voluntarily offered herself for his buttfuck!
Was this place great or what?!
While her mind may have been submissive, her body was not. It took him some time to get those Elven wide hips to stop squirming when his cockhead goosed her. It took even more time to carefully but determinedly spread her clenched sphincter enough to permit his glans in.
But once he popped his fist sized cockhead into her, ignoring her howls, he had her. Handing her a pillow to scream into, he began pulling his crown out of her anus, then immediately popping it back in. Over and over he cycled her, each cycle becoming quicker and easier to do, less and less painful. After a patient fifteen cycles, her sphincter gave up and relaxed.
He then sank the rest of Lord Loki's cock into Guinevere's virgin bowels.
In one soul robbing plunge.
And Guinevere discovered something.
Anal orgasm.
The first time she got plugged in the ass, the very first thrust, set her off!
Big time!
That made the rest of his anal assault oh so much easier, what with her exploding under him every three or four strokes into that bubble butt of hers!
And she had a butt for porking! Broader than Flare's, and not as hard, those sweaty buns made the nastiest slapping sounds when his hips smacked against them!
"Smack...smack...smack...smack...smack...smack...smack..."
And, eventually, she responded with such enthusiasm...
Well, maybe not entirely enthusiastically! But there was enjoyment for her, mixed in with...other sensations...
"Oh!...you beast!...I...I...squeal!...stop!...squeal!...Oh, Loki... stop!...squeal!...wail!...so deep!...cumming!...I...I...can't stop... cumming!...don't...squeal!...stop!...don't stop!...squeal!...wail!... Please!...Oh Master!...fuck me!...ass...good!...squeal!"
Roger had the ride of his life, plowing into Guinevere's tight, offered up tail, holding the thrashing Elf by her double handful tits, tasting flesh of her neck and shoulder.
For the fourth time Roger was holding his thrusts, keeping his meat buried in Elf butt until the orgasmic throbs ended and he could safely renew his manly use of Guinevere. She, in turn, had never stopped her thrashing, squirming, rending of her covers from her clawing hands and feet.
He wondered why?
Was it having seventeen inches of arm thick Divine Wood buried in her never used before guts?
Guinevere released her clenched teeth grip on her pillow for the first time in twenty minutes. "Please! Oh Please, Master! Finish me! I want you to finish me! I want to feel your...cum in me! Where you...ungh!...are buried...right now! There! Spew in me, M'Lord! Please!"
When she began thrusting that lush butt of hers back into his hips, Roger got the message. Kissing her on a large, pointed ear, he began pumping. This time he added a twist at the end of each plunge, grinding his cockhead against something hot and wet and squeezing oh so far inside the Elf.
Within a half dozen strokes he was there!
Guinevere exploded again one stroke before him.
Holding her tight by the boobs, he let her convulsing guts suck him off.
With a squeal Guinevere acknowledged his first spew nearly two feet up into her guts. Then another, and another.
Roger hung upon her back, grinding his hips into her sweaty buttocks, unloading into the squealing Elf. Soon her guts, like Flare's, would start growling.
He didn't mind. He just kept spewing.
A good three minutes later, after they both finally ended their mutual orgasm, they stay still.
Roger didn't even think about pulling out of the Elf.
The Elf certainly didn't ask him to!
It certainly was blissful, laying upon a delicious Elf with your superhuman dimensioned cock buried in her formerly virgin butt!
Was this a great place, or what?!
Then Roger heard the oaken door to Guinevere's room slam shut.
With a jerk he looked over his shoulder and chills surged up his spine. Flare was standing there! And her eyes were fixed on where his still prodigious cock was splitting Guinevere's ass!
"Oh, hi Dearie!" Guinevere, somewhat disheveled, welcomed Flare.
Roger, rolling off Guinevere's thoroughly fucked ass, winced as his still long and fat fuck tube slid noisily and sloppily out of the Elf's cum filled bowels.
Flare watched every inch of his cock slip out of her friend's guts! Then, looking at his completely worried face, she reached for her sword hilt.
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