!
"You..." Flare snarled, her small but powerful hand wrapping tightly around the hilt of her still sheathed sword, "...MAN!" Whatever other words had been on her mind were choked off by the fury so clearly graffitied on her face. Her eyes glowed red, it seemed to Roger, as she glared into his own.
Roger's mind, most inappropriately, chose just that moment to remark to himself how her hilt grip reminded him of how Flare would seize his cockshaft before pulling him back to camp!
Then he saw her peek down at his huge, mostly erect, and still, he fervently hoped, divine-looking cock laying across his left hip, drooling leftover cum upon Guinevere's mattress. Was it his imagination, or did the glare in Flare's eyes flicker, oh so slightly, when he instinctively flexed his meat under her glance?
"Now Dearie!" Guinevere interjected, wincing as she rolled upon her bulging butt. Rising off the bed, still naked and wet from fuck induced sweat and not a little fuck deposited cum, she made straight for the furious Elf.
Roger gawked at the huge oval planted between the striding Elf's rotating, jiggling buttocks.
Right over what once had been Guinevere's virgin anus!
She stepped right up to the Elf, who only pulled her eyes off of Roger's gargantuan prong to look at Guinevere at the very last moment.
"Now, Dearie!" Guinevere began, more quietly. Nonchalantly she placed her left hand between Flare's shoulder blades. "Haven't we been sharing the same bed these thousands of years?"
Guinevere gave Roger a quick glance and knowing smile.
Roger tried not to look shocked at their openly admitted lesbianism, but failed. His male ego was suddenly knocked down a notch.
But it may have been worth it for he saw Flare's furious eyes, even with and only inches from Guinevere's smiling, soothing face, begin to soften.
"Now, haven't we always shared our...good fortune in love?"
Suddenly seemingly mesmerized, Flare could only nod.
"Didn't we both have a tussle together with the Lady Gem, that first time you met her?" Guinevere's hand began gently dropping down Flare's firm, smooth back. "And didn't you leave poor Sir Roger all alone today?"
With the mention of his name, Flare's anger partially returned and she gave him a quick glaring glance before returning to Guinevere.
"Now, you know, and I know, that at heart Sir Roger is nothing more than a Man! And you know, we all know, what Lord Loki told us about men! How promiscuous they are, faithless, no good..."
What was Guinevere coming to, Roger gulped?
"Yes!" Flare added, glaring once again at Roger. "Can't trust them! Cannot control their...their...instincts!"
"Exactly!" Guinevere added, her hand slipping over Flare's jutting buns. "Yet, m'honey, you left him here all day, with no one to care for his damnable weakness..."
Flare looked at the other Elf with a shocked expression, suddenly realizing her contribution to Roger's unfaithfulness.
"The man cannot help himself!" Guinevere added, leaning forward. "'Tis I who made the advance upon him! 'Tis I who was the blame for his unfaithfulness!" Then she captured the shocked Flare's lips with her own in a torrid, lesbian kiss.
Roger's heart began pounding as Flare made only a token resistance to Guinevere's overwhelming kiss. His prick began rising anew, jerking in powerful pulses of surging blood, as Guinevere bent Flare back under her labial assault The kiss seemed to go on forever...
Then Guinevere's right hand slid down Flare's exposed, flat belly, then under the waist band to plunge into her tights and between her spread thighs.
Now Flare moaned, loud and raggedly! Bent backward, held possessively by front and back, the Elf moaned into Guinevere's kiss and seemed to melt into her ass groping hand!
And Roger's cock stuck straight up as he took in Guinevere's all powerful lesbian conquest.
Once their kiss broke, a long, voyeuristically torrid moment later, the two Elves' faces parted just a couple of inches. With her fingers dancing devilishly between Flare's now quivering thighs, making the most nasty and slurping wet resonance, the Elf whispered into Flare's flushed face, just loud enough for Roger to hear, "Been working all day, eh? No time for jollies, what? Tell me, Dearie, have you tied one on with Lady Gem today?"
Flare shook her feverish head and moaned, "N...N...huh!...No, not all day! She's...we've have...MMM!...been planning...moan!...Queen's War...all day! Oh please, don't stop...doing...that! OOOO!"
Guinevere glanced with an evil leer at Roger, and his towering sixteen inch Elf-pin. "You know, poor Sir Roger has been waiting for you all day! You mustn't blame him if he was left...unmilked all day! He would have burst a nut if I hadn't taken some of the...pressure off him! But he's got lots left for...his favorite Elf!"
Quivering, Flare looked at Roger, who strove desperately not to grin, then down slightly at his towering pole. She gnawed on her lower lip, real anxiously.
Tons of precum, greasy, wormy, brilliantly yellow-white on his, to the Elves, now divinely glowing prick, draped nearly his entire belly stuffing length. Flare suddenly licked her lips, then nodded.
Pulling her hand out of Flare's flooded puss, Guinevere grabbed the cock mesmerized Flare's sword belt and opened the clasp with experienced efficiency. Immediately the sword fell to the floor with a clang. Then, taking the cock staring Elf's tights by the waist band, Guinevere added while yanking them to Flare's ankles, "No need to stand on ceremony, I's always say! You should be bare assed before Sir Roger, not armed, shouldn't you?"
"Yes, Gwen!" Flare answered in her sweetest little sexpot voice, eyes wet and wide, fixed on his increasingly swollen, tumid and jerking cock. She had the dreamiest, ball-achingly angelic smile!
Roger nearly swallowed his tongue! Flare's twat was gleaming and fiery pink, her labia expanded and literally dripping with juice. Even across the room he could see her sex button throb.
Hands on her hips, the tavern owner inspected the now thoroughly aroused and cock-enthralled Flare with satisfaction. "Now," Guinevere said, pointing to the now grinning Roger, "Shouldn't you service Sir Roger before anymore of the day is gone?"
Tights wrapped around her ankles, pussy juice trickling down the inside of her thighs, Flare just nodded and stepped forward, eyes still fixed rigidly on his jumping meat. She nearly fell upon her face when her tights tangled but, with typically inhuman Elven reflexes, she discarded her boots and tights in mid-stride.
Then, with the next stride, she pulled off her vest, freeing her baby feeders.
Now it was Roger's turn to gnaw on his lower lip. Her boobs were still perfectly conical and firm, but now swollen to an even larger size, now well over a handful of nursing delight. Her nipples were puffy, blazing red and swollen hard.
Then there was no more time to leer, she was upon him! Stopping and bending over at the edge of the bed, gripping his shaft and establishing a vigorous pumping, she started by slurping up a good four to five ounces of gunk off his pulsing cockhead with her foot and a half long Elven tongue. Hauling most of the catch into her red lipped maw like a chameleon mouthing a butterfly, the little bit remaining hanging down her chin like yellow-white worms, she took a long, ball rattling moment to swirl the semantic catch around her mouth before noisily swallowing it.
Then, with even more relish, she used her Elven tongue to lick her ruby red lips and little, pointed chin clean of every last bit of his baby stuff.
Finished with her facial toilet, she scrambled up upon the bed, squatting between his wide spread legs. Her hands never once left their jacking of his towering cock. She stared at him while the 'snik, snik, snik' of her precum lubed hands stroking over the flaring crown of his glans seemed to echo off Guinevere's walls.
"She's right, M'Lord!" Flare panted into his face, her fabulous hands jerking him with a vengeance. "I confess that I haven't been able to forget you all day!" She looked down at his slimy cock jutting up in her hands between her spread, squatting thighs. Then she cooed! Looking back up, an almost painful expression on her face, she continued, "M'Lord, I...I...need you! Just seeing you...like this! It was all I could do not to leave Lady Gem earlier to...service you! Please! I gotta have it! May I?..."
Dry mouthed and gawking, Roger could only nod.
She immediately and eagerly moved her feet to the outside of his hips, straddling them. Then, squatting down slightly, she guided his prick straight up towards her bald, dripping loins.
Roger was wide eyed and still, the wild and never before experienced desperate lust of the Elf thrilling him into silence, lest he spoil the moment with some stupid male wise crack. Then he heard Guinevere call out, "Let 'im in your backside, Dearie! That will really fill you up and set you off! You can believe me!"
Flare hissed and hesitated, the huge cockhead an inch from her dangling pussy lips. She looked with a big grin at Roger. "I know!" she replied, mainly to him, as she moved his prick back slightly and shifted her hips forward a little.
Then it was Roger's turn to gasp. Flare's soaked and fiery hot asscheek flesh engulfed his glans, feeling like warm, wet velvet, as she lowered herself. His entire fist sized cockhead nearly disappeared between the Elf's bulging buttocks and into her deep, dark asscrack. Then the fiendishly broad tip of his cock found and fitted perfectly into Flare's dilating butthole.
Flare gasped raggedly as she let all her weight down and he spread her sphincter dramatically, wrapping her around his unbendable upright sex pole.
She was no longer smiling at him.
"You are BIG, M'Lord!" she gasped in alarm.
It was not a joke!
"Always been, I guess!" he thoughtlessly replied, his mind not working too clearly with a delightful, sub five foot tall fuck baby trying to impale herself upon his divinely inhuman prick!
Guinevere stepped up to them and picked up one of Roger's melon sized nuts in each hand. They had been hanging over the edge of the mattress and made easy targets for her tongue. "Go ahead, Dearie," she said, eyes fixed on Roger's delicious balls. "You can take him! Keep trying!"
Flare shook her head. Real fear crossed her face. "He's so...BIG!" she nearly squealed.
Roger realized he needed to do something, and fast. Only about half of his glans was inside Flare, and she was literally sitting on his pole! And then he felt the red hot, wet tongue of Guinevere start laving down his eggs!
Oh, Lordy!
He reached out, hooking Flare's bent legs behind her knees in his arms, then filling his hands with her bubble butt buns. Damn, did she have a fine set of asscheeks! Firm with muscle developed from years of bare horseback riding, but with a layer of baby-fat just under the skin to give them that round, smooth softness-layed-over-hard-muscle so pleasant to grope in high school hallways, she sat in his large hands as if her tail was made for them.
Maybe that was what Lord Loki had in mind for such a perfectly formed set of butt loaves? He tried moving her slightly, one way then another. Finally he raised her a little, finding it the most natural thing in the world to haul this little beauty around his cock by a firm, filled butt grip. This wasn't a bad way to enjoy a squealing, fuck-crazed Elf!
With her butt meat oozing between his powerful fingers, and from his horizontal position in Guinevere's bed, he lifted her. Once again, found the task easy! With hardly any effort from his arms and back he lifted Flare's feet completely off the mattress! His cockhead retreated out of her about half of the distance it had already gained.
Flare, sitting upright in his hands, looked down gratefully at him.
Was this place great or what?!
He rotated her in his hands around his still partially swallowed prickhead. He clearly heard her gasp of shock as he continued to twist her and her sphincter around and around his immobile glans. Almost immediately his hopes for this technique achieved fruition as her formerly valiantly flexing sphincter, always trustingly contracting in the attempt to force his meat out of her, began to dilate. He immediately took advantage of this fresh feebleness of her sphincter by lowering her while continuing the rotation.
She whimpered but did nothing else as his cockhead gained a new inch into her guts.
Roger gained confidence rapidly as Flare's eyes closed and her lower lip quivered. She was helpless and at his mercy now. And she knew it! A couple more rotations and, with startling abruptness, her butt gave way and his outrageously dimensioned, fist sized cockhead popped noisily into her.
Flare chirped like a bird, admittedly a loud, big bird, and she opened her eyes to look down at him with a mixture of shock and admiration.
Roger rotated her some more, his cockhead buried in her hot Elf butt, and Flare, especially her bowels, slowly but inexorably relaxed. As she rotated her hips around his cockhead, her eyes slowly, gradually, relentlessly closed as her pierced butt proclaimed to her the pleasures of being gently, considerately penetrated.
By horse hung divine cock!
When her eyes dreamily closed, Roger went to phase two.
Holding her motionless, still holding his glans deep in her rectum, he dug his fingers into her meaty asscheeks, getting the best grip on her assmeat as possible. Then he pulled on those asscheeks.
He pulled her down by the grip on those asscheeks.
He forced Flare to once again swallow him up by the backdoor.
And Flare howled like a banshee as she obeyed him.
Roger ignored her screams, her pleas, her curses, her organismic squeals. His eyes closed in utmost male pleasure as his female dutifully took him into her most private, least used copulatory opening. The heat of her, the deep belly heat, seared his cock as she wrapped herself around him. Never had he felt such delicious, intimate, ball draining heat as Flare sitting on his prick!
He pulled on the Elf's butt handles until his hands were the only thing between Flare's ass and his hips.
The trip down there had been wonderful!
Then he let her sit there, in his hands atop his hips, sixteen arm thick inches of godcock wrapped in her Elven bowels. He let her sit there, jerking, humping, grunting, squealing in outrageous, repetitive stuffed butt orgasms. Opening his eyes he gawked at her belly: an inches wide tube was outlined in it from above her jutting bare pubic mound to her darkly indented navel! The tube moved to and fro and side to side as she squirmed upon him and he flexed his cock controlling perineal muscles. It was his cock, jumping around inside her as her bowels sucked hungrily on it!
Way too late, of course, Roger suddenly feared for Flare's safety!
Then her wet eyes opened and she weakly smiled down on him. Her grunts made her sound like a pig, but at that moment, with her squirming around his wonderfully buried and monstrously endowed cock, he didn't mind at all. What her guts were doing to his prick every time she grunted outweighed any embarrassing noises she might make!
"Oh!...Grunt!...Oink!...Squeal!...M'Lord...damn!...fuck!...can't stop!...cumming!...Oink!...use me!...Please!...Grunt!...Grunt!...fuck me!...Squeal!...Master!...fuck!...Oink!...ME!...PLEASE!...Oink!...Oink!...Oink!...Grunt!..."
"Cumming, Dearie?" Guinevere smirked, looking up from her testicular meal. "Nothin' like a little butt fuck to get you off, is there Dearie?"
Flare just oinked some more, unable to control her convulsing, machine-gun orgasmic body. "PLEASE!" she finally managed to scream.
Roger took pity on her, lifting her up a good foot off his hips. Then he dragged her back down.
Both of them howled. Roger's was more a moan, the moan of a man feeling his guts, especially his manly guts, being sucked out his cock by the tightest, hungriest set of girl tubes in the universe. Damn that Flare was one tight bitch!
Flare was a more conventional scream of pure feminine stuffed belly pleasure. Having her bowels violently pried open by a divinely dimensioned organ couldn't be described.
The sensation could hardly be withstood!
But it sure could get an Elf off!
After the first cycle Roger knew he couldn't last long, not with the Elf's butt nursing on his sex beam! He raised her again, more quickly, the pulled the screeching Elf-bitch back down with more authority. Then he did it again.
Over and over!
Flare was soon bouncing in foot long strokes up and down a leg thick godcock, her guts pulled closed with each rise, the breath knocked out of her with each plunge down. And endless waves of the most wicked orgasms since Lord Loki continuously filled her with each movement!
Roger felt great! She felt weightless in his hands, squealing and honking on his motionless pole. He could do this all day! He could haul the little fuck toy up and down almost without effort! He hardly broke a sweat!
Was this place great or what?!
She was completely at his mercy. No resistance, no doubt from her, she NEEDED his prick! Anything he wanted, she HAD to give! She was the consummate fuck puppy!
Was this place great or what?!
Roger, for the first time since they had separated, felt powerful, in charge! He almost wanted to order Flare to tell him "who's your Daddy?"
Then, "Okay, baby, who's your Daddy?!"
He didn't actually SAY that?! Then he realized he'd stopped using her as a masturbation device.
Drenched in sweat, panting like an Elf-slave just ass fucked by her god, Flare looked up at him. "M'Lord?" she gasped, then smiled dreamily, again. She laid, more like collapsed, her head upon his chest, running her long fingernails over his chest hair. Then she looked up, "You are my Daddy! My Master! Can I have your baby, M'Lord?"
From between his legs and under his face covering ballsack, Roger felt more than heard Guinevere laugh.
Baby? Ass fucking? Maybe he needed to teach her some basic reproductive anatomy someday...
But not now! he screamed at himself when he felt Flare's magnificent bowels start sucking on him again! Jesus H. Loki! It felt like she was using his prick as a cum straw, pulling his load up from his lapped down balls whether he wished it or not! This time the burn traveling up his own tubes was not going to be denied!
Once again he lifted her bubble butt in his hands. Again he began raising and lowing her, only now more frantically. He was now being guided, commanded, not by his reasoning, thinking brain, but his mindless, instinctive, all controlling nuts!
"Oh, Flare baby, I'm going...going...going to..."
"Cum?" Guinevere finished, sinking her talons into his tight, swollen, dripping wet babymakers.
Eyes closed in absolute bliss, Roger grunted himself with the first red hot burst of thick, almost painfully colloidal man-goo into Flare's wildly convulsing guts. He couldn't see anything, but he certainly heard much!
Flare's hysterical scream as his first jet rocketed up to her heart.
Then Guinevere's moan as she buried her face between his pumping, jumping, cum melons.
Then the wall echoing growls of Flare's cum flooded bowels.
Through it all Roger just did what was expected of him.
Unload.
Without warning, the foot thick, nine foot high double doors, made of ancient and rock hard, barely hewn wood held together and reinforced with ageless forged iron plate and studs, flew open, generating a wave of air that toppled braziers and flung rugs about. As Orcs scrambled to collect the scattered items the Dark Lord Chaos strode through into the high vaulted chamber, just off the main Hall of Tapestries.
For a moment the sound of loud flute, tambourine, and battle drum music, accompanied by the deep roaring of Orcish generals and the higher pitched screeches of the Ladies of the Dark Lords, flooded through the open arched doorway. But once Chaos had passed through, two Orc guards, not without some difficulty, pushed the doors closed again.
Silence immediately reigned once again.
Silence, except for the flapping of some tapestries hung far overhead, where unglazed windows admitted the cool breeze of Jotunheim, the Northern Lands.
Great, oil burning lanterns hung from the forty foot high, arched and vaulted ceiling, casting an eerie, flickering light, not sufficient for an Elf or Human to read by, but more than sufficient for the Great Dark Lord's glowing ember-red eyes.
The Dark Lords were quite at home in the darkness, especially as half of the seasons were pitch black in the Northern Lands where they, the brothers of Chaos, ruled.
Chaos stopped after taking three strides, each a meter long, into the room. Physically he resembled the other twelve Dark Lords. This should not have been surprising, for they had all been created by Norse Gods envious of the pleasures of Loki's sex-Elf infested realm from a single massive piece of Primordial Matter. It had been obtained, at great expense and difficulty, by Them from the era that, to Humans, could be called "before the Big Bang."
Except for their identifying Runes, and their sculptured faces, they were identical in shape, size, and capabilities. No one of them, or group of them, could possibly gain a substantial advantage over any other to them. As the other Norse gods planned.
So it would be futile to fight amongst themselves, except for entertainment. At which they would always end up in a draw.
The envious gods hoped and planned that the Dark Lords would look elsewhere for their enemies. Such as endlessly scheming and fighting against Loki, and his Bitch-Cunt Elves.
Loki's Elves could be a problem! They could control the weather, so blinding sunlight would always be on their side. They were also hopelessly superior to even Dark Lords with the traditional weapons of the Norse: the sword, shield, ax and spear. Atop their cursed mounts they could ride rings around Orcs, Dark Lords, anyone from Jotunheim. They could move quicker, farther, faster than Orcs, make strategy superior to any of the Dark Lords, defeat anyone from Jotunheim!
Except maybe Desiree's 'things'!
Dark Lord Chaos was placing much trust, and treasury, in Desiree's claims for her 'things'! He believed Desiree when she said they could best those Elf-bitches!
But they were not tested. That meant Desiree's claims were just that, claims. Maybe they could defeat the Elves. Maybe it was wishful thinking!
Maybe! Always maybe!
Every attempt to penetrate Alfheim, Loki's old realm, had been frustrated by those accursed Elves! Every new idea, new stratagem, new weapon, new CREATURE from Jotunheim in three thousand years of trying had been stopped, outsmarted, defeated! In three thousand years not one attempt had even come close to breaking out into the Alfheim plane and the warmer, albeit sunnier, and more comfortable lands to the South!
Not even close to success!
But Chaos and his brothers were not helpless against the little pointy eared females! They knew that Elves, like all other creatures in Loki's creation, had...weaknesses! Loki's personality dictated he instill weaknesses into his creations, just to ensure the Elves someday did not overthrow him! The Dark Lords were well aware of those weaknesses. So were their creators, the Norse gods. The Dark Lords had been equipped to deal with Elves...at lest those who were not armed and couldn't escape them! Chaos knew how to...handle captive Elves!
The Dark Lords stood nearly eight foot tall, with proportionally wide shoulders, massively muscled chests, arms, and legs. Their heads were broad, almost square, with severely chiseled features and closely cropped hair that, in some Human cultures (like the Third Reich of the Twentieth Century) would have been considered handsome. Their noses were narrow, their lips thin and blood red.
As were their eyes: Bright, vividly crimson eyes which could see through the deepest fog, the bleakest night. They could see completely in every environment except unfiltered sunlight.
Like in Alfheim!
Their hands were massive, as were their feet. However, though massive, those fingers were capable of the most tender, arousing touch.
When necessary.
Finally, it was a well known gossip in Jotunheim that Elves never talked about what the Dark Lords packed between their legs!
Long blue-black robes were draped over Chaos' shoulders, hanging to just above his knees. Similarly colored tights could be seen from around his calfs on up to his knees. Absolute-black boots finished his simple, but impressive outfit.
When he walked, a large, broad "object", from exactly between his thighs, would push out his robes in front. He, like his other Dark Lords, seemed to want to display his object.
In Alfheim, rumor had it, that the genitals of the Dark Lords emitted a potent, sexually devastating odor, a pheromone, irresistible to females. It was a traditional warning, or fairy tale, given to new Elven recruits leaving on their first journey to the Northern Regions that when a Dark Lord walked by a female, Elf or Human, eyes instinctively widened and pussies melted with their first inhalation.
Now Dark Lord Chaos scanned the expansive room. Across from him, halfway down the one hundred foot long wall, a huge fireplace blazed, adding its golden tinted glaze to the more white light of the lanterns. Between him and the fireplace, somewhat off to his right, surrounded by chortling, snorting, drooling Orcs, he could see his prisoner.
Lady Kia, the Elven Queen's Master Spy, hung from her chained wrists. Like all Elves she was barely more than half the Dark Lord's imposing height, so her manacled body could barely reach the floor with her tip toes.
She was naked, the light from the fire reflecting vividly off her perfectly smooth, taut and sweaty skin. Even though she was sweating much more than normal for an Elf, her naturally curly, long bright red hair still draped beautifully down her back, glistening in the fire light.
Crossing the distance between them in four massive strides, the Dark Lord's eyes glared as he took in her stripped beauty. Her breasts were large, even for a typically voluptuous elf. They jutted out in cone shaped perfection, capped with perfectly round, half-dollar sized, cone shaped nipples. They looked about one of HIS handfuls in mass!
The Dark Lord smiled evilly when her defensively blank expression changed. First a frown, then her dainty pointed nose flared. Then she responded to his divine presence!
Almost as if his leer alone caused the response, her passion pink nipples abruptly and unnaturally hardened to jut right before and at him. He could also clearly see her breasts increase their rate of rising and falling as she began to helplessly pant under his dominating gaze.
"Just like an Elf, in My Divine Presence," he thought, remembering other times and other elves, and other... pleasures!
His gaze dropped down her smoothly flat belly, just beginning to gently heave as she belatedly tried to halt the increase in her panting, to her boldly rounded, jutting sex mound. Her normally tight, pink pussy lips were now extended, easily twice their usual length, flaming red and dripping viscous strands of feminine lubricant. Her thighs were clearly quivering as the Orcs about her growled and strained at their sexual bindings.
To get at her!
And it wasn't muscular strain that made her thighs tremble!
Lady Kia tried not to stare back at the towering, massive evil black monolith of the Dark Lord. But it was difficult. His eyes seem to demand her attention, and she could feel his stare upon her naked, wet, and unnaturally aroused flesh as he took his visual liberty on her.
Damn, she had to resist that smell! They only affect the flesh! The mind is yours! Fight it!
She tried to distract herself by reviewing how she got there.
Lady Gem, on her way to meet Flare at Elfthring, had briefed her. The Queen needed intelligence on the Dark Lords' plans. Something to do with a new Agent of the Dark Lords by the name of Desiree. She was developing a new army.
That meant invasion!
With a possible invasion by an Orcish army, the Queen needed to know the composition of the army, the direction from which the invasion would come, and whether any Dark Lords were going to add their own personal forces to the invaders.
Lady Kia could hear the Orcs chortling and panting about her. Their breath was horrid. But there was another odor about her... From them?
No! From HIM...
She quickly went back to her recent past, and her prior accomplishments. She was the Queen's best spy, without a doubt! This was her fifteenth mission...and the fifth time she had been captured.
She had escaped the four prior events!
But this was the first time she had been captured in a Dark Lord's domain. She had never met one, of course. She had heard often that they were invincible. She simply did not believe those tales.
She could feel the hot breath of the Orcs behind her. Even though they were disgusting, barbaric creatures, when they panted on her naked, wet back, they nonetheless sent chills up her spine! Especially when that hot, wet panting originated at the top junction of her jutting, bulbous buttocks!
And that odor! There seemed nothing she could do! One inhalation sent her heart thundering in her stacked chest, her belly melting, her legs shaking! Because of that odor!
That odor wasn't from those disgusting Orcs! her mind continued to scream at her.
How she was discovered was a mystery to her. It was very soon after she had slipped over the border, disguised as an old woods-elf trading in leather goods. No sooner had she arrived in the village of Nape, just a short distance from the border, than a half dozen heavily armed Orcs accosted her.
Those eyes! The Dark Lord's red eyes kept catching her wide eyed gaze. Whenever she looked into those bottomless, hellish red eyes, whenever she inhaled that mucky, sweet, humid odor of the Dark Lord, sharp, wild, highly sexual rushes would seize her spine, making her lush, deep cracked, bubble butted ass quiver enticingly before the Orcs!
And what was the...thing...tenting up the front of the Dark Lord's robes?!
The Orcs came at her with swords drawn. She barely had time to throw back her hood and draw own sword before they were upon her.
She had dealt with Orcs before, sending many to ground with grievous, painful wounds. She did herself well again this time. With sword flashing, darting and dashing with her patented swashbuckling style, she managed to disable the first two Orcs, cleaving off their sword hands and deeply slashing their faces.
The third Orc she managed to wound, though not seriously enough to put him out of the fight, before the last three fell upon her.
Screeching and thrashing, kicking, biting, scratching as well as slashing, she was dragged to the ground by the three chortling Orcs. Within a minute after disarming her, they had stripped her bare ass naked in the street. For long minutes they held her down, pawing her struggling, most well developed anatomy, while chortling and degrading the still struggling, but helplessly stripped Elf with descriptions of what the Dark Lord Chaos would do to her.
Make her WANT him to do to her!
She hadn't worn an item of clothing since.
Suddenly a massively deep, booming, consummately compelling voice seared through her thoughts: "Well, I see the Elf-slut is already prepared to service Us!"
She looked up at the smirking, chiseled face of Dark Lord Chaos. She had an almost irresistible urge to whimper under the inhuman glare of those red eyes.
The Dark Lord strode towards her. As he came on the suddenly intimidated Elf tilted her head up, keeping her awed gaze on the advancing Dark Lord. When he stopped, some six feet before her, her eyes suddenly dropped when a massively thick, feet long hose dramatically pushed out his robes as its momentum forced it forward.
The pheromone intoxicated Elf's jaw dropped in awe. Her pant was wild and uncontrollable as her imagination gave her endless scenarios of what was behind that cloth!
The Dark Lord laughed, deep, long, low, and evilly.
"You will tell me why you are here!"
With a visible shudder, she looked back up at him. Suddenly defiance appeared on her big almond eyed, full red lipped face. Lady Kia had rediscovered herself. Through a dry throat she tried to sound self-assured: "I...I will n...not!"
He immediately roared back, shaking the rafters, "You will address me as 'My Lord!', Elf-bitch!"
Shuddering, Lady Kia momentarily gasped, then quickly recovered. "Very well, "my Lord," she replied in a too quiet voice. "But I will not answer your questions."
"Good!" he smirked in reply. "We have ways that will...persuade you to...cooperate! It is always more...enjoyable to first break little bitches like you! Besides, there are new Orc designs that need to be tried out! Enjoy being our Guinea Pig!"
With false courage she replied fiercely: "No! I will not betray my Queen! You cannot make me!"
Booming laughter echoed off the walls. "I do not have time to waste with an Elf-slut! I have a feast to return to!" He glanced at his Orcish Captain, nodding. "Make this Elf-cunt talk! Use Desiree's new...what did she call them? Oh, yes, those Loki-kai! Let's see if they work on Elves as well as she claims they do on Human women!"
The yellow-blond Elf and the Human male lay sprawled across the tavern owner's bed. Roger, still on his back, eyes closed, nearly asleep, jerked when he felt long fingernails stroke down the underside of his still huge, though flaccid, cock as it lay across his stomach. He opened his eyes to see Flare's back.
She lay across him, facing his cock. To another Elf her face would be glowing in the Divine Light of his cock. Her dwarfed hand reached about half way around his fat shaft and, lifting the tube off his stomach, gave it a fierce squeeze.
A worm-like strand of left over wadd greasily slid out the tip to hang to a couple inches off his stomach. Even coiled it had to be a foot long. It swung gently, right to left, as Flare idly began stroking him.
Torrid pleasure surged up from his cock as the Elf skillfully stiffened him up! What a cock handler she was! No sooner than he unloaded into her more cum than he could spurt in a whole evening back home than she was getting him up for more!
Flare's eyes widened as the swelling shaft spread her fingers further apart! Eyes fixed on the more widely swaying cum strand, she sent her Elven tongue unerringly out to snag the strand and draw it into her drooling mouth. She sucked the strand, including inches of stuff still housed in his cock, greedily into her maw.
With a loud gulp it disappeared.
He was jerking now, that is, his nearly fully erect cock was, and she felt as well as heard his breathing increase as she pleasured him. She aimed his cockhead right at her face and watched it lengthen as well as expand until the tip was only an inch or so beyond her lips.
Moving her head forward that single inch, she reverently and passionately kissed the slit at the very tip. "I love you!" she whispered to the one eyed girl destroyer.
Roger gasped and belched a tablespoon sized bolt of fresh precum out the slit immediately after Flare kissed him. The pear shaped lump, slimy and hot, stuck to her ruby red lips.
"I love you too, Baby!" Roger moaned in reply, then he grabbed her right asscheek which was almost in his face.
Mauling her butt meat, he couldn't believe how hot, lusty, beautiful her ass was! Then he saw the oval between her meaty buns, right over her "hardly used" asshole! With a, hopefully unseen, smirk, he considered calling it his "brand"!
His precum lasted no longer off the end of her lips than his "leftovers"! Her lustful meat beating continued.
Roger suddenly was in danger of exploded all over her face! "Ease up, Baby!" he gasped, gripping her butt as hard as he could. "We need to talk first!"
She slowed just a little, until his jerking cock calmed. She looked over her shoulder and smiled, oh so sweetly. "What do you want to talk about, M'Lord?"
"W...W...Where is Guinevere?" he managed to get out through his suddenly dry throat.
"She went out to gather one of the Maids, Sarah-Michelle I think!" Another strand of precum met its doom when her tongue, lizard-like, snatched it neatly in midair as it broke loose from his purple-swollen cockhead.
"W...What for?"
She looked back at him again, sucking in the last of his latest contribution to Elf nutrition. "Why, to be your Maid, of course!"
"What!?" he gasped. "Why? What reason...what is she supposed to do?"
She frowned at him, as if he was a total idiot about the rules of this place. "Why, to serve you! Make you happy! Take care of your needs!"
"Needs?" he gasped.
"Keep you warm at night! She's good at that!"
"But, what about you? Aren't you going to sleep..."
"Of course I'll be here! Don't you worry, I'll take good care of you! If you behave! Anyway, what do you think she was going to do, service this?" Flare said, looking at his slime dripping prick and shaking it up and down. She managed to fling a couple inches long strand of wadd across her little pointed nose.
She looked back at him suspiciously. "If you think you're going to lay a hand on her..."
Then Roger felt Flare's other hand slide under his ass, between his spread legs, and grip his nearest, cum stuffed, nut. She sank her nails seriously deep into his rock hard testicle.
Roger did two things immediately. One, he nodded quickly and energetically that he had no intention of defiling the innocent beauty and, second, he sent a veritable torrent of eggwhite dribbling out his prick slit.
Flare turned and, seeing the mess, took a good half minute to clean it up with her tongue. Then she renewed her jack off, this time with rhythmic ball milking!
"Lady Gem needs me, though, tonight. So I may be late. That is why Sarah-Michelle will be here, to tuck you in until I can get back."
"What is up?" Roger moaned.
"Lady Gem has been challenged to a dual in the wrestling pits..."
"Sex Wrestling?!" Roger immediately interrupted.
Flare was frowning again when she turned her head. "It is no concern of yours!" she tried to bark. "And no! You cannot go!"
Roger frowned, then sent his ass groping hand between Flare's legs into her absolutely soaked pussy. He found her clit, stiff and unhooded, without difficulty.
Flare suddenly lost her cross face, then bit her lower lip. "S...stop!" she gasped as her head dropped to his stomach.
Roger began circling her clit, pressing harder and harder...
"OOOH!" Flare moaned loudly, and squeezed his right nut, hard.
Roger gasped as he shot a long, tacky strand of precum across the Elf's cheeks and mouth.
"S...stop, M'Lord!" she finally gasped. "I may have to compete tonight!"
"Can I watch?" he replied, continuing his assault.
Flare could only moan and shake her head.
He continued. "Please?" he wheedled. "I'll be good!"
"Damn you!" he heard her moan. "Very well! Now stop! Please!"
Roger stopped, going back to her ass.
After a moment for calming down, Flare renewed her jacking. "Lady Gem has been challenged by a forest Elf by the name of Victoria. We fear she is an Aesir..."
"W...What is that?"
"An Agent of the Dark Lords. Very dangerous!"
"Then why fight her?"
"Honor!" Flare replied, incredulously. "An Officer and noblewoman in the Queen's service may not decline an open and properly delivered challenge! It's just not done! Furthermore, her Second is Hermione, a famous and valuable Mage from Ginnungagap, the University of Mage Origins. If Victoria has the Mage spellbound, it is our duty to save her! But, to do that, Lady Gem must defeat the Aesir in honorable sex combat!
"Because Victoria has a Second, Lady Gem has the right to a Second. She chose me!"
"This Mage, from the University of Giddy-up..."
"Ginnungagap!" Flare corrected.
"Yes, of course! Uh, could you ease up with the..."
"Jackoff?!" Flare answered with a giggle!
"H...How did you learn that word?"
"We have our books, from Earth! Now, you were trying to say?"
"Is Lady Gem good at s...s...sex wrestling?"
"She should be good enough to defeat Victoria, provided there is no trickery!"
"Would you...Easy Baby!...Could you explain how it works?" Damn, she almost went too far with her jackoff!
"Since this is a personal challenge, the bout will occur in one of the private pits upstairs. No one will be permitted to watch, that is one of the jobs of the Seconds, to keep any bystanders out.
"But the contestants will start off naked. You'd like that part, wouldn't you, Sir Pervert! Their task will be to make their opponent orgasm so much that they cannot continue. Then the winner is rewarded by being allowed to sit on the loser's face to be serviced..."
With Roger's perv imagination in high gear, he nearly lost it right then and there!
"W...What about the downstairs..."
"Those are the public pits. There are large pits that can house up to, oh, fifty or even more during rutting season. There are two Clan pits, also, that hold nearly as many, but are screened for a little privacy when Clan's have their yearly election of officers."
"How are they elected?"
"You can guess! The last one standing wins!"
"Can't I at least watch some of the public pits?"
She looked back at him, exasperation on a face pocketed with precum. "I swear, M'Lord! You're worse than Lord Loki ever was! Very well, I'll tell Guinevere to get you admission! But do not expose yourself! They'll tear you apart, Lord Loki's Cock or not! Understood?"
Roger resisted the reply, "Yes Dear!", and merely nodded.
Suddenly Flare's cum covered jacking hand sped up. Once again the "snik, snik, snik" of cock jerk off seemed to fill the room. Torrid, quite irresistible pleasure surged up him as Flare took over, milking his balls mercilessly.
He was doomed.
Then the door abruptly and silently opened and Guinevere entered, followed by Sarah-Michelle.
Guinevere looked at Flare beating Roger's meat, and grinned. "Well look, Buffy, Flare has gotten him all ready for you!"
Roger looked at the young Elf lick her lips, with a two foot tongue, and moaned, "Buffy?"
"Oh!" Guinevere remarked. "We call her Buffy 'cause she buffs her steed's cockhead so well before swallowing him. She has the tongue for it, you know!"
Then Flare's hand turned into a blur and Roger's head fell to the mattress in utter male defeat. She had milked his nuts into mush, and he was going to pump that mush right into her face!
Whether he wanted to or not!
Helplessly he began to hump his hips, fucking into her furiously jacking hand until he felt her mouth enclosing the tip of his glans.
The last thing he heard before orgasmic insanity claimed him was Guinevere, "Oh, it looks like we're a bit too late, Buffy! Flare's ready for dinner! Well, you can practice on him tonight! Shame!"
Then there was only Roger's leg locking howling, Flare's snorting and gagging, and the sound of violent spurts of hot pudding bouncing off of taut facial skin.
Lady Kia refused to look at the chortling Orc. She continued to fiercely stare defiantly at the bemused Dark Lord. She had been tortured before! No one had ever gotten information from her! She would not start now!
Then she felt something insinuate itself...between her ass cheeks and deeply into her crack! It immediately pressed against her virginal asshole! It was the size of an Orcish fist, but had an arousing power far beyond that of the quite unarousing Orcs. Firm but spongy at the same time, but incredibly hot and gooey... wet, it seemed to have a mind of its own as it probed her last virginal opening!
"Woooo!" gasped the startled Elf. Lady Kia abruptly heaved her hips forward, dislodging the invading cockhead, and thrusting her plump, imperious sex mound towards the chuckling Dark Lord.
The 'Thing' behind her snorted in derision and reached around her, his huge, hairy, dirty fingernailed hands seizing her about her lower hips and upper thighs.
Her eyes widened in sudden terror at the sight. That was no Orc! By Lord Loki, what was behind her!
As she tried to fight down the rising panic, the 'Thing' drew her back in...towards him and his monstrous, drooling, iron hard cock.
Lady Kia momentarily panicked when she was helplessly pulled back and the cockhead again pressed deeply into her enticing asscrack and against her already precum lubed bunghole. She wriggled impotently against the anally probing cockhead, but that only helped work open her virgin tight sphincter for the beast behind her.
"Stop!" she cried, half squealing in her panic.
The beast behind her just snorted, spraying her back with slime. Even his slime burned her skin with a highly sexual tinge. Then it pulled again and her hole began to spread for him.
Almost willingly!
"No!" she gasped as half of the fist sized cockhead slid into her past an all too cooperative sphincter.
She managed to pull away again, momentarily freeing her asshole of the invading glans.
But suddenly 'something' else stepped up before her, pulling open tattered tights. She only got a brief glance at its upper torso, primitive muzzled face, massive chest and shoulders, long, almost ground length arms, before she looked down.
"My Lord Loki!" she cried as, with widened eyes and open, panting mouth, she saw the Beast's massive organ, easily eighteen inches long and as thick as her arm, flip up into her intimidated face. She felt, as well as smelled, the gooey, yellowish, torridly odorous precum splatter into her awed grimace.
Then she saw the cock glow!
An Orc remarked, "Loki-kai!"
The second Loki-kai wasted no time with the overwhelmed Elf-bitch. Grabbing her by the back of her powerful, smooth, and shuddering thighs, he lifted her legs up until her knees were even with her narrow, sweaty waist. Her two fuck holes were now completely open and available to the feet of monstrous cock drooling on her.
Both Monsters held her up and their glowing cocks, as if truly with minds of their own, moved against and into her two slippery, dribbling, fuck holes.
"No!" she screamed wildly as she felt the two massive cockheads pop into her clutching, sucking fuck holes.
The Dark Lord's laughter bellowed through the hall as he enjoyed the pornographic torture show.
"The Beasts stretched her so!" filled Lady Kia's overwhelmed mind as she desperately tried to maintain her composure, but the two glans inside her felt like they were taking up all the available room in her hips, leaving no space for her guts or anything else!
The sensation was overwhelming!
Like being used by TWO Lord Loki's at once!
If she could have thought clearly, she would have recalled that Lord Loki had wanted his Elves to be tight and hot when he fucked them.
Then the two Loki-kai pulled down on the Elf from the grips they had on her hips and thighs. And, as Lady Kia wailed her defeat, rattling the rafters just as much as the Dark Lord's laughter had done earlier, the Master Spy obediently, cooperatively, and most eagerly swallowed up some four feet of divine-like cock from Desiree's creations into her two rent and stuffed fuck tubes.
The Dark Lord's laughter renewed as he saw the descending Elf's belly swell ominously, as if she were a pregnant human female, from the feet of demonic fuck hose being stuffed into her.
Wailing continuously, mind dissolving in total fucked bliss, the former Lady Kia descended until she was sitting on the Beasts' four basketball sized balls. Every bit of their evil, wondrous, glowing cocks were very snugly housed within her belly.
Unnoticed by her, her mind lost in a torrid, humid cloud of relentless, machine-gun orgasm and distended watermelon-like belly, her tormentors freed her hands.
Her arms just fell limp at her side as she squirmed in a near lotus position, eyes glazed, mouth slack, drool running down her chin. Her tits heaved wildly as she hyperventilated from having all her guts pushed up out of her belly and into her stacked chest.
For a couple of moments the Beasts let her sit on their balls, writhing in sexual Nirvana, whimpering pitifully. Then, with a nod from their Master, they lifted her up and off their upright, iron-bar rigid, Elf-breaking pricks.
Two loud, crisp, wet "pops" echoed off the walls as she was pulled off the dripping, pussy juice soaked Loki-kai cocks.
Her whine of consummate frustration at being freed of hellish impalement filled the air of the room.
After being unsteadily placed upon her feet, the two Monsters released her. They stayed by her, however, presenting their instruments of "torture" to the swaying, panting, glassy-eyed Elf.
After a long moment, she managed to focus her eyes, close her drooling mouth, and try to look defiantly at the still chuckling Dark Lord.
"What do you say now, Elf-cunt? Tell me what your Queen 'Fuckmeat' sent you here for!"
Her eyes kept dropping from his red eyes to the huge tent that had formed in his robes. He laughed all the more when he saw her lick her lips unconsciously.
"Tell me and you'll get what you need!"
"N-N-No!" she managed to stammer. But her eyes continued to drop to that tent.
Suddenly the Loki-kai pushed rudely upon her shoulders. She cried "NO!", but bent over at the waist, nonetheless. Abruptly she felt another monstrous cockhead insert itself into her more than ready ass.
Another "pop", another wild gasp, and her guts swallowed up another foot and a half long bestial dong. The other two creatures, the ones who had previously probed her guts, began running their copiously drooling, blinding bright cockheads all over her, now, clearly blissful face. They painted a thick, dripping layer of yellowish, smelly, gummy precum all over her face.
The ass fucking Beast bent over her and, reaching under the cock subdued fuck-Elf, filled his hairy claws with her hanging, firm udders. Then he began to ruthlessly plow the squealing Elf, using foot long strokes to reach her deepest feminine core.
The former "Lady" Kia stuck out her foot long tongue and began to lovingly lick and lap up the precum dripping and drooling cocks of the two face painting Loki-kai before her.
The Dark Lord continued to laugh.
Then the butt fucker abruptly stopped, pulling out of her, stepping away from her.
She was suddenly alone. Naked, dripping sweat, pussy juice, demonic precum.
Panting.
Shuddering.
Desperate.
Hungry.
"Are you ready to speak to your Lord now?"
Still bent over, wriggling her lush, full, deep cracked and full cheeked ass back at the smirking primitive beasts behind her, trying to entice them to ass fuck her some more, the whimpering Elf looked up and stared hungrily at the now bobbing tent in the Dark Lord's robes. Her mind fried by cock, she could only croak: "Please? Please? Please?"
"'Please' what, Elf-cunt?"
"Please? Please? Don't...alone...please...fill...me..."
Chuckling, the Dark Lord replied, "What do you want, Elf-cunt? Do you want to see what is under my robes?" He was flexing the awesome tube under his robes, making the tent expand and contract massively. "Tell me what you want, Elf-cunt!"
"Please? Please? Show me...give me...use me..."
"Then tell me why your fuck meat Queen sent you here!"
Her face grimacing in humiliation, tears streaming down her cheeks, still bent over submissively, the Elf broke down. In a wild stream she told Him everything: "Orcish army invading...Elven army to do battle...Queen must know what Dark Lords will do..."
He suddenly interrupted her: "They will fuck your Queen and her army just like I will enjoy you!" And with great flourish he opened his robe and a tree trunk of a cock flipped up, hovering over the awed Elf, drooling a waterfall of hot, slimy, wadd down on "Lady" Kia's head. Instantly her hair was plastered down and her face dripped Dark Lord cum.
"What do you say now, Elf-meat?"
With a wail, licking His wormy slime off her nose and forehead, the Elf cried out: "Oh, fuck me, use me, take me, My Lord and Master! Do what you want to me. I am your slave..."
He interrupted, "I do not need your permission to enjoy you, cunt! But first, you must satisfy my...Desiree's creations. Then I will reward you!"
Immediately the Loki-kai fell upon the ecstatic Elf, thrusting their cocks into her every hole, spewing great jets of wadd into her, filling her, flooding her, having her!
"Lady" Kia loved every moment. Even when she nearly drowned from the massive spews down her throat and even into her lungs, she exploded in mind crushing bliss. Even when both beasts nearly buried in her belly unloaded at the same time, filling her so she looked like she had swallowed a watermelon, she came.
But she always kept her eyes, when they did not have cum in them, on the Dark Lord's, her Master's, cock.
It was truly Godlike. As thick as her thigh, as long as her leg, it possessed a rakish head, pointed and designed to penetrate the tightest, youngest cunt. No female, Human or Elf, girl, young woman, or mother, could deny him any sexual pleasure, once he applied that glans to one of their openings. Great, pulsing veins wrapped around the shaft, transmitting true Godlike power to the incredible organ.
The Dark Lord's balls, once released from his tights, struck the floor with a deep bass thud, shaking the entire castle like a sudden earth tremor. Black as primordial boulders, the size of basketballs, they permitted the Dark Lord to spew a lake of semen, whenever he wanted.
The musk from his balls, saturating the room instantly, started the Elf trickling her lubricating juices down her thighs as if she were pissing. Her holes were maximally lubed for beastly pleasure.
She quickly lost track of how long she serviced Desiree's monsters. She did recall that at one time the Dark Lord left, but, seemingly moments later, return. This time he was not alone.
His prime Lady was with him. She was Moria. A head shorter than her Dark Lord, she had long, coal black hair, very pale skin, and an unnatural hourglass figure with massive, jutting, perfect boobs. She wore only a long skirt, and was naked from the waist up. Her nipples were vivid red, permanently swollen and hard. Like the Elf, her twat lips were floppy and bald.
Laughing at the totally Loki-kai stuffed Elf, she released her Dark Lord's cock, whom she had been holding when they entered.
With a nod from her, he brusquely ordered the Beasts to finish with the Elf.
Immediately the Loki-kai exploded into or on the thrashing, fucked Elf-bitch. Jet after jet, quarts of slime flooded her and covered her face, head, and tits. What she tasted was the most delicious substance she had ever experienced. Nothing could taste as...good as these beast's cum!
Within a few moments the Loki-kai were gone, leaving the fuck crazy Elf-bitch at the mercy of Moria and her Dark Lord.
At once Moria removed her skirt, revealing her massive buttocks with an unnaturally perfect, deep cleft asscrack, coal black hair covered sex mound, and bald, floppy lipped pussy. She had her pubic hair trimmed in the shape of a sword and shield.
Then Kia saw that 'something' was rising from Moria's loins! It was wide and long, but had no visible testicles or sack beneath it. As it dramatically grew, the Elf finally realized the horrid truth: Moria could produce a clit at least a foot long and as thick as the Elf's wrist!
Moria wasted no time with preliminaries. She knew she didn't need to.
Picking up the babbling, cum dripping Elf with ease, she sat 'Lady' Kia right on the Dark Lord's Lady's lap.
Moria's over foot long female cock slid easily to the hilt into the suddenly grateful Elf's pussy. She let the whining Elf squirm upon her lap, getting used to her 'gift' to the Elves until Lady Kia was jerking and bouncing in irresistible penetration pleasure.
Then, gripping Elf tail, she began raising and lowering the now hysterically wailing Elf in her own supremely powerful hands, almost effortlessly sending Kia into a series of convulsive, mind bending orgasms.
With immense skill obtained from thousands of years of torturing Elves and other brave but unlucky female adventurers, she reduced the Elf into mindless bliss. Endlessly altering the speed, depth, angle, force, rotation and other factors governing the interaction of Elven pussy with Dark Lady fifteen inch clit, she crushed all of Lady Kia's mental defenses and enslaved her to Dark Lord pleasure.
No Elf, no female, could withstand such knowledgeable fucking, especially not with all the demonic cum pumped into her! There was nothing she could do but explode, eventually and most gratefully, upon Moria's lap.
For hours, it seemed, Moria fucked the Elf, cooing into her long pointed ears, pinching her inch long nipples, battering open her womb, before finally pulling the babbling, convulsing Kia off her lap.
On her knees, shuddering in endless orgasm, Kia finally looked up to see her Master waiting on her. Then the Dark Lord stepped up and, with his hands on his hips, looked down on the quivering Elf. "You may service me, now!" he bellowed.
At once Kia rose upon her knees and began licking the long, disgusting, and very delicious wadd hanging from his cockhead into her drooling mouth. It was out of the question her getting that entire cockhead into her mouth, so, once she cleaned him, she engulfed as much of the tip as she could, and began jacking him as well as possible.
Kia wrapped her foot long tongue around the massive cockhead of her Lord and Master, buffing it to make it swell even further, until it was rock hard and almost black. Pints of precum continuously dribbled out the three inch piss slit, and long, wormy strands of God-cum slid right into the Elf's wide open mouth.
Watching the Elf most inadequately service her Master, Lady Moria rose to stand behind her Lord. Reaching around, she helped jackoff his magnificent Godcock with her larger, more capable hands.
Moria whispered to the hard working Elf, telling her how to best beat off the Dark Lord.
The Dark Lord, with two pairs of eager hands vigorously administering a hand-job to his jerking, precum pissing, swelling Godcock, rapidly approached orgasm. Soon he was ready, and he ordered the cock enthralled Elf to sink her sharp fingernails into his rock hard, inhumanly sized nuts.
His Lady would finish his jackoff.
Kia eagerly complied and was rewarded.
The Dark Lord spewed for a solid ten minutes.
The sound of his repeating spews, each one a good cup of yellowish, lumpy, seeming boiling hot ball slime, smashing into the Elf's face, tits, belly, echoed throughout the castle. The revelers were used to it, and just cracked some off-color jokes about the proper place for Elf-bitches: under a spewing Dark Lord's cock!
When he finished, when His Lady finally stopped milking his God-boner, the Elf was coated with waves of congealing Dark Lord Wadd. It would take the Elf an hour to lick her way clean through sperm flavored jelly covering her.
The Elf-bitch known as Lady Kia was never seen again.
It was rumored that she was a lap-dancer and morning cum-eater for a Dark Lord, chained to the foot of his bed so he could relieve himself, into her cum gulping mouth, whenever the urge struck him at night.
Of course, she was available to any guest.
But supposedly she was a bit of a nag, begging for Dark Lord wadd at every opportunity.
Well, even a Dark Lord must make sacrifices.
After all, the Elf-bitch turned out to be a better cock servitor than even her former Queen.
It was finally getting dark as Roger, in his Arcastrian disguise, followed Guinevere across the road to the ominous bulk of the Gymnasium. As she paid for both of their admissions, Roger carefully looked about the front of the block long building with the nearly completely blackened facade.
It had been a long afternoon...
But, he had to admit, very much worth the...energy expended!
No sooner had Flare finished him off, licking up every gooey glob of his latest selfless donation of protein pudding, than Sarah Michelle yanked her pretty little, very little, maid dress over her head. Shaking her Hollywood curls free, she leered with an open, eager teenaged grin at Roger's still upthrust equipment.
Roger, still panting from the fabulous suck off just delivered by Flare, gawked in open wonderment at the vision! Even though he knew better, knew she wasn't much younger that the virtually immortal Flare, she still looked so much younger!
Downright illegally younger!
Robbing the cradle young!
Jailbait on a mythological scale!
Yet her lush frame was as ball achingly full and firm as Flares! A little smaller in the chest, her perfectly conical tits stuck out like a...teenybopper's should! Her puffy, blazing pink nipples, exactly at the tips of her solid, smooth babyfeeders, literally glowed! Her waist was narrower than even Flare's, her belly flat but not ribbed, her navel deep and dark. Her hips were slightly wider from baby-fat than Flare's, but not as wide as Guinevere's.
Seeing Roger's leer, and his still (of course!) rigid cock begin to jump again, like an eager puppy, in Flare's hands, she sweetly smiled and pirouetted for his benefit, stopping with her back to him for just a single, mind rattling moment before completing the turn.
Roger's tongue nearly fell out of his mouth! She had a butt! She was blessed with an ass as smooth and firm as Flare's, but closer to Guinevere's in mass and overall circumference! She was a living definition of bubble butt! The crevasse between her buttocks could swallow his entire face!
And that was where he instantly wanted to put his face!
With his cock nearly jumping out of her hands, precum drooling again, Flare looked back at the leering beast that was Roger. "I told you that you were going to keep your hands to yourself!" she barked. Then she turned to the other Elves. "Gwen, will you keep him under control so I can instruct 'Buffy' on how to properly 'service' Lord Loki's Organ?"
Guinevere was already getting out of her tights. "My pleasure! Now Buffy, you listen to Aunt Flare and do everything she tells you! And, remember, don't spit any out! He tastes even better than my prize steed!" Then the naked tavern owner walked towards the bed.
Roger saw 'Buffy', eyes locked on his once again messy cock, start towards him. Just as she reached out to join Flare in gripping his huge organ, he saw Guinevere straddle his head with her knees. Looking up, he saw her delicious ass and pussy descending.
With a muffled moan from the Elf ass and pussy infatuated Roger, Guinevere wrapped her nether charms around his face.
Then he felt his nuts lifted by two small hands, each armed with wickedly sharp claws. When his cockhead was subsequently engulfed in a tight, fiery hot and most sodden mouth, he could only moan again, mostly into Guinevere's equally soppy puss.
Buffy's mouth was even hotter and tighter than Flare's! When she gave him suck, eager, hungry, quick orgasm inducing suckle, he could only stiffen his legs and whimper for mercy.
Into Guinevere's face covering charms!
Was this a great place or what?!
Buffy broke his futile resistance in record time, her chokes and snorts signaling to the ass blinded male that most of his load was exiting her nose and mouth instead of disappearing down the inexperienced Elf's gullet.
But the mess was okay. She would get many more opportunities to practice the devouring of pressurized manchowder! Flare was only just beginning her instruction!
He didn't know how long they kept him there, nursing mercilessly on his indefatigable cumhose, forcing him to unload into sloppy, cockhead stuffed Elven mouth over and over! He even lost count of the orgasms!
The two eager paste eaters just passed his tetanic tool back and forth between their hungry maws while the maid relentlessly practicing her suck/jerkoff techniques under the ever watchful eye of Flare. Flare would insure that Roger, between his out of control spewings when he had the ability to use his arms, never came close to touching that luscious 'maiden' Elf's charms. Meanwhile each Elf would more than generously share his slimy, erupting gifts with the other, laughing and giggling as he heaved and thrashed helplessly beneath Guinevere's face sitting imprisonment.
And Flare was good to her word. He didn't lay so much as a finger on Buffy. All he did 'lay' upon her was just about a gallon of wadd, that's all.
When Guinevere finally climbed off his pussy juice drenched face, Roger could see that a great deal of his cum had never made it into Elven stomach. Both Elf-babes had tons of wormy gunk hanging from their nostrils, chins, ears, foreheads, everywhere. When they finally released his still erect cock it fell with a splat upon his sweat and cum coated belly.
Immediately a wave of typical male sleepiness overcame him. As he closed his eyes for a very well earned nap (He should be dead, he came so much for those two!), they were just as eagerly as before lapping up all his gunk.
After a couple hours of sleep, when Guinevere woke him, he felt remarkably ready to go! Go for sex, that is! Instantly, incredibly, he felt as if he hadn't had sex in weeks! His balls actually felt kinda tender, as if they were full.
He could hardly keep his ever huge fuck hose down when Guinevere turned to get his disguise and her big buns rotated like they were ball bearings!
What was happening to him? This just wasn't natural!
Even for this place!
Then he noticed that some highly reflective and shiny, sprinkle like stuff was all over his grapefruit sized balls. It almost looked like... 'fairy dust'!
Was Guinevere preparing him for something?
The entrance to the Gymnasium looked like an old fashioned movie theater back home. Only those waiting for admission with him were all very obviously female.
Female of some type! There were Elves, of course, all looking, more or less, like Flare with but minor alterations in height, tit size, butt mass, hair color, etc. But there were a minority of other females, too. Some of them looked very much like Human women, including some dressed in Mickey Mouse Wizard hats and costumes. Those must have been Mages.
There were other...females, too. Apparently related to Elves, for they all had long, pointed ears, these were usually a little to a lot taller, with different skin hues and other physical characteristics that made them unlike the typical Elf he was used to fucking...er, meeting.
The Elf in the ticket window just took Guinevere's money, glanced at Roger when Guinevere indicated he was with her, then nodded. Guinevere then nodded to Roger to follow her and they passed through one of four ten foot high, thick oaken doors that provided the main way in.
Inside the doors was a wide vestibule, some twenty feet in depth. The vestibule looked like it extended nearly the entire length of the building. The wall opposite the entrance doors consisted of dozens of arched doorways, with just hanging tapestries, shredded into strips, occupying them.
Guinevere, as almost all of the others there, immediately stripped and put their clothes into cubicles between the two walls, somewhat like in a locker room. Then they put on parchment colored gowns, like plain, short sleeve sleeping gowns that usually ended somewhere at the upper thigh.
Roger gawked in thoughtful male curiosity at all the wondrous alien female flesh suddenly exposed around him. Regardless of the size of each female's 'equipment', breasts, hips, ass, etc., they were universally...in a word...perfect!
Anna Kournikova fantasy perfect!
Those that had darker hues to their skin all apparently had 'all around' tans. Their loins were the same hue as their faces. And they ran the gamut from nearly red skin, as in 'redskins', to black with strikingly contrasting white hair both atop their heads and atop their jutting sex mounds!
Guinevere, stark naked, as where every other Elf, Human, and Elf Variant in his immediate vicinity, (Which didn't help Roger's renewed erection any!), whispered to him to stay in his disguise. He/She was an observer, technically, and didn't need to dress for 'combat'!
Sexual combat! popped into Roger's fevered mind while he clamped his knees together to keep his mighty Cock of Loki out of sight!
Dressed in her battle gown, which turned out to be quite sheer as well as hardly long enough to cover her delightfully large Elven ass, Guinevere led him through the nearest tapestry hung doorway.
At first glance the interior first floor of the building reminded him of a circus tent, or big top, except with a wooden ceiling. It was also dark, most of the lighting coming from lanterns hung over the pits, with additional, though not generous, lighting from lanterns spaced about ten feet apart along the back and far walls. Backless benches, a good fifty rows Roger estimated, stretched across the entire length of the first floor, descending, like in a football stadium, to the pits at the bottom. Being like an amphitheater, the pits were set against the back wall of the building.
Like a three ring Circus, there were three pits set side by side in the apparent middle of the building. Two other pits, obscured by high wooden walls three quarters of the height of the ceiling, were set at the ends, one covered pit at each end.
The public pits were basically round in shape, though not geometrically perfect, a good thirty feet at their widest diameter and set a good three or so feet into the floor. They had some kind of wrestling mat set in them, which covered the entire floor of the pit as well as the walls up to the floor. This mat was a good foot or more thick, so it was more like a mattress than a conventional high school wrestling mat.
Most of the possible contestants crowded at the lower benches near the central pit, which actually looked to be slightly larger than the other, not then being used, pits. There were a few spectators, like Roger, who sat a few rows higher up.
Guinevere directed Roger to an empty bench twenty-three rows up, with no one within twenty feet of him. She sat next to him.
It was so dim in that area that no one saw him stiffen when she reached over and gripped his furiously erect meat right through his costume!
Running her hand up and down his cock, making it dribble ropy precum to the floor, she leaned over. "Ain't it special that they never put lights in this part of the Gymnasium? Do ye balls hurt? Want me to milk you?"
Roger turned his hood to her smirking face. In a low voice he replied, "You did put something on me!"
She chuckled. "Can't hardly hold your load, can ye? My special concoction! A fairy dust I use on me steeds, when I want an extra special creamy milking outta them! Works, don't it?!"
Roger moaned helplessly as she gripped his cockhead and squeezed. He barely pulled her hand off his jerking meat in time before he lost control.
Guinevere just chuckled. "You'll beg me for relief, before too long, Roger my BIG boy! You just watch them luscious young ladies fuck each other silly for a little while...You'll be beggin' me, soon enough!"
Roger turned to the central pit, holding Guinevere's hand away from his jumping prick.
Guinevere just snuggled up to him, nice and fleshy and warm.
Apparently a match was about to begin. It was a spontaneous and haphazard affair. An Elf stepped into the pit, pulled off her gown, and, hands on her hips, barked a challenge to the collected contestants opposite her on the benches.
She was typical for an Alfheim Elf: Beautiful and ball achingly luscious! Standard Elf issue: This time platinum blond hair, curly and down to her asscrack. Smaller tits than Flare's (His standard for Elf physique.), about one of his handfuls, narrow, muscular waist, only with a projecting navel, nice hips, bubble butt (But not as bubblicious as Sarah-Michelle's!), powerful legs, projecting mound, already elongated pussy lips.
Standing up from the lowest bench, and yanking off her gown as she strode forward, came another Elf. But this one was slightly taller, a tad thinner (But in no way skinny!), with longer legs, narrower hips, still smaller but, while flatter than an Alfheim Elf, still quite nicely formed boobs. With this alien Elf naked, Roger noticed an all around tan to her skin, making her typically Elven smooth and taut skin almost copper-tone.
"Wood Elf!" Guinevere whispered, slipping her hand out of Roger's and laying it innocently on his thigh. "From the forests in the far west. Lord Loki created them to keep him...comfortable on his hunting trips."
Roger looked at her in surprise, then back at the ring. Why should he be surprised? That Loki bastard was the living embodiment of any regular Joe's super wet dream, and was a god to boot! Of course Guild Elves like Flare would not be well suited for life in the mountainous forests of the West! Why not make a sex toy who was?
When in the pit the Wood Elf turned so Roger could see her front. She looked in front like a typical Elf, of course...perfect. But when his leering eyes dropped to her loins...
Over her mound was something he had never seen before in an Elf. She had pubic hair! A short cut, densely haired beaver that extended from just about an inch above her already swollen clit to nearly half way to her navel and shaped just like his...Loki's...cock!
"All their hair grows in the shape of His cock!" Guinevere added. When Roger looked at her, she went on. "Don't ask me! It was Lord Loki's idea! Wanted to brand them or something! You're a man, you explain it! Anyway, wait till you she her tongue! Think mine is long!"
At that very moment the Wood Elf did just that. Opening her mouth, she extended a tongue that had to be over two feet long and thick as Roger's wrist! She proceeded to lick her own nipples wet without lowering her chin! Then she parted the dark hair on the very top of her head!
Guinevere added, "Wood Elves are famous for their tongue work!"
When she sucked it back into her mouth it cracked like a bullwhip!
Roger nodded in stunned agreement.
But the match was on, no more time for discussion for they were starting in without further hesitation. They stepped towards each other, confident smiles on their beautiful faces. However, instead of the traditional shaking of hands, they stepped right up to each other and kissed!
At first it was a 'platonic' kiss, their bodies, excepting their closed lips, scarcely touching. Then, as if from a prearranged signal, they opened their mouths, extending their lingual weapons, and the battle commenced. Sending their bare arms across to their opponent's back, they embraced each other passionately as their tongues thrust and countered in the brief space between their locked lips.
With arms enfolded around svelte, firm backs, their never still hands began carefully, but relentlessly, sliding down to waiting, bulging, Elven buttocks. Their kiss became ever more and more engrossing as their hands increasingly threatened their asses, their tongues taking turns in driving into their mouths, nearly gagging each in turn.
Then, almost exactly at the same time, they were sinking their long fingernails possessively into their opponent's asscheeks, vigorously spreading the cheeks apart, openly exposing virginal pink nether holes.
Roger could see their facial cheeks bulging in and out as those long Elven tongues alternately assaulted their opponent's mouth. But the advance wasn't slowed. Soon their breasts pressed together, dramatically grinding away, rock hard nipples flicking up and down and across equally pebbly nipples. Alternately one pair of baby feeders would smash the other against its owner's chest before the roles were reversed, relentlessly irritating their jutting nipples to even greater heights of hardening pleasure.
Smoothly, silently, then their bellies pressed together, permitting the seemingly inevitable contact that would allow...no, require their sex mounds to begin the mandatory torrid and liquid grind of ultimate conquest.
Abruptly the Elf made her move, sliding her hand deep into the Wood Elf's asscrack, sending that hand disappearing between her thighs.
Looking for a back way into Wood Elf pussy.
Without breaking their kiss, but jumping briefly when her pussy was attacked, the Wood Elf immediately countered by slipping her right thigh between the puss groping Elf's spread legs, pressing her thigh's upper edge up against the vulnerable twat and already stiff clit of her opponent. Maintaining her double asscheek grip, the slightly taller Wood Elf drew the Elf's hips towards her own, sliding the Elf's already wet twat up along the pressing edge of Wood Elf thigh.
Once she had the Elf's hips tight on her own, she began rapidly sawing the Elf's hips with her straddled thigh, forwards and backwards between the Elf's legs. The Wood Elf's silken skin began to buff a velvety friction upon her opponent's unhooded clit.
After just three cycles of thigh humping the Elf had to try and break the grip, the fiery pleasure too great to withstand for long. Jerking her head back to break the kiss and extract the foot of Wood Elf tongue going down her throat, she had to relinquish her cunt probe and asscheek grip. Bringing her hands forward, she pushed, rather ineffectively, against the taller Wood Elf's shoulders.
"Big mistake!" Roger heard Guinevere remark. She, too, was engrossed in the sexually charged competition. "She's in trouble!"
Roger nodded invisibly within his hood, then felt sharp clawed fingers grip his right nut! Guinevere had reached under his robe and found his swollen, cum filled balls hanging halfway to the floor! He froze as she hefted his ball, obviously contemplating his condition, perhaps anticipating how much cum she could get out of him!
"But I don't think she's all that interested in winning, anymore!" leaning over, she whispered hotly into the hood next to his ear. At the same time she gave him a little squeeze, in a very strategic body part, then added. "Do you?"
Roger suddenly couldn't reply, or even nod.
With him helpless in her testicle grip, she pushed his suddenly powerless protective arm aside, pulled his robe up to his knees, and reached under the hem to grip his jumping meat with her other hand!
Then she began jerking him, almost absentmindedly milking him, as they watched the sex struggle below.
The Elf was in trouble. The Wood Elf was smiling now, almost smirking, as she continued to ride the Elf's loins on her immovable thigh. The Elf's struggles were growing less vigorous and more indecisive as the wicked ground clit pleasure relentlessly built.
When the Wood Elf went to the Elf's neck, kissing, licking, sucking the smooth flesh, the Elf moaned loudly, throwing her head back, eyes closed in out of control lustful intoxication.
The gathered crowd of contestants responded to the Elf's passion, urging both on to their ultimate ecstasy.
The Elf gripped the triumphant Wood Elf by her hair, pulling her down against her offered up neck.
The Wood Elf immediately released the Elf's buttocks, raising her hands up to her back, while the Elf mindlessly continued to hump her masterful opponent's thrust out thigh.
The upper surface of the Wood Elf's thigh now shone with ample moisture.
Letting the enthralled Elf wet down her thigh for a few more mad humps, the Wood Elf bent the Elf backwards. She reestablished their kiss as she lowered her victim to the mat.
The deep tongue French kiss was entirely one sided as they went down. Once the Elf was securely upon her back, the overpowering copper-tone skinned Elf once again broke the kiss. Sliding down between the Elf's still wide spread legs, she threw those legs up over the dazed Elf's hips and chest until her dainty feet stuck straight up over her jutting, hard nippled tits.
Only then did the Elf come to her senses to find her bald, flaming pink, totally soaked puss sticking straight up into her opponents face! Desperately trying to recover, to pull her legs down to protect her cunt, she found the natural strength of the Wood Elf too great at the angle her legs were at.
All she could do was cry, quite loudly, a solitary "No!" as the Wood Elf, smirking obscenely, lowered her face to her swampy loins. Just before the Wood Elf's face slipped between the Elf's swollen, floppy and drenched labia, Roger saw her huge tongue shoot out of her mouth to plunge violently into Elf pusshole.
With a fierce grimace, jaw locked, teeth grinding, the Elf arched her back dramatically as the tongue violated her. Twisting and thrashing, she had no choice but to take the invading lingual tentacle. When the Wood Elf gripped her by her flexed, bulging and wet buns, then lifted her hips to a more comfortable angle for tongue fucking, the Elf furiously gripped the mat with her talons and stared, wide eyed, across her heaving belly, locking eyes with her conqueror.
Silently she begged.
But for what Roger, his throbbing cock coating Guinevere's jacking hand with ropy precum, couldn't say.
Whatever it was, he wanted to watch!
When her belly began to bulge, first one place, then another, the Elf's head began to toss and the most pitiful moan escaped her. It had to be the tongue, pushing her feminine guts around!
Never had Roger imagined such a sex act was possible!
For long moments, a good ten minutes Roger estimated, the Elf strained and thrashed, whimpering and whining as two feet of wrist thick tongue tormented her. Her legs still back, her hips held up a good foot and a half off the mat, she could only desperately resist the wondrous penetration pleasure.
Then the Wood Elf pulled her tongue out and then pulled her face a few inches away from the Elf's wide open pussy. Extending her whip-like tongue once again, the Wood Elf, this time, began a wild whipping of the Elf's fully swollen and unhooded clit!
The tongue whipped back and forth at incredible speed! It literally became a blur. And its tip struck right on and across the Elf's defenseless button with every stroke.
"Oh, Loki don't!" The Elf almost immediately screamed. "Don't do that to me!" she added, breathlessly.
The Wood Elf ignored her!
In less than a minute after starting, the Wood Elf saw her defeated opponent grab herself behind the knees and cram her knees into the mat. Completely open to assault, the Elf pleaded, "Please!...PLEASE! Don't...torment me...further! You win! You...EEEEEE!...WIN! I...submit! PLEASE! OH! PLEASE!"
The Wood Elf stopped, her smile broadening. "See, I told you you'd be easy! You better do me well or I'll clit whip you again until you pass out!" Then she reversed herself, straddling the Elf's face.
The Elf did her well, all right! Seizing the Wood Elf's hips, she pulled the triumphant copper skinned Elf's pussy around her face and drove her tongue into her belly as far as it would go. Then the Wood Elf, satisfied with her victim's enthusiasm, dropped her own face back down to Elf fuckhole and went to it.
As soon as the two became preoccupied with servicing each other, another two contestants jumped up, stripped and stepped into a different part of the pit.
"OOOO!" Guinevere exclaimed, licking his precum from her jacking hand. "A Drow! They don't come her very often!"
"Drow?" Roger asked, watching the Elf reach back under his robe to resume milking him.
"The black Elf! They come from the Northern Marches, near Jotunheim and the Impassible Mountains. Live in the deep valleys and at the floor of mountain peaks, where the sun rarely pierces. Thus the black skin and the red eyes. Can see in the blackness like no other Elf! And they are good fighters! In the pits, too, I'm expectin'!"
Roger looked carefully at the Drow. Again, slightly taller and maybe just a tad narrower in the hips than Flare, she had the firmest, most severely pointed tits of any Elf. Pretty big boobs, too, for an Elf. They started at a base as wide as Flare's nursing beauties, but extended out a good third farther and ended in an extreme point, like Hershey's kisses, that entirely consisted of blood red nipples that, for all appearances, looked permanently erect. The hair atop her head was nearly ass long, not as curly as Flare's, but absolutely white. Likewise, to Roger's surprise when she faced him, there was a thatch of pubic hair that just covered her sex mound and which exactly matched her head of hair.
The effect of the white pubic hair on nearly absolute black flesh was striking. Quickly activating his well practiced and stimulated male imagination, what with this land granting such many and varied opportunities to meet, or just leer at, endless luscious, nut melting Elven bodies enclosed in painted on tights, he momentarily became bedeviled replaying his standard mental video consisting of the merciless drilling of, in this particular volume, the mysterious and dark chocolate colored creature standing wonderfully naked before him! Maybe Guinevere could arrange...
Guinevere suddenly looked at him with suspicion.
Can she read my mind? Roger mentally gasped, losing his mental download just when he was about to switch from the panting, honking, pleading Drow's white hair fringed, wide open and frothing feminine opening to the other, bald and straddled with full, smooth, black skinned buns, aperture!
Shame!
Okay, file it away for later...reference!
Then Roger noticed the Drow's opponent. "Is that a woman...Human she's against?" Roger added, noticing the substantially bigger boobs on the lighter skinned female standing next to the shorter Drow.
"You have good eyes for tits, Sir Roger!" Guinevere remarked, wryly. "Yes, she's a Mage, used to be Human long ago. Probably got taken from where you come from after Lord Loki left. Most Human women who don't become mindless sex slaves for some Elf or Dark Lord Denizen eventually get their freedom. The most common way is through Mageship. My, she does have a nice rack!"
Indeed, Roger silently added. Looked familiar...
Then, with chills running up his spine, the recognition came roaring into his Elf-overheated mind! Janey! She looked much like his...wife...
Suddenly guilt...guilt from remembering all the sexual goings on with the Elves he had been so "innocently" participating in when he was supposedly searching for her...struck him full force.
All of a sudden he felt like a Catholic High School girl standing before the confessional on the Saturday after just giving up her virginity to the boy down the street!
Guinevere must have somehow detected his conflicting emotions. How do Elves...or women in general, detect guilt in husbands like that?
"She remind you of someone? Not Flare or any other Elf, for sure, not with that pair of jugs! Only a Human can be stacked like... That wife of yours?..."
Roger looked at her, then sheepishly nodded.
"Don't make me any mind, mind you!" Guinevere added, not sympathetic in the least. "Not as long as you keep me stuffed with my share of your Divine Dick, that is!"
Roger shook his head in disbelief and utter confusion. "Are all Elves so..."
"Easy going with other women's husbands?" she interrupted, cynically smiling. "Well, mostly I would guess. That is, if we could get past Lord Loki's command to kill any man the first time we meet him! But you are kinda 'special', what with Lord Loki's Cock hanging, or juttin', between your legs and all! Especially as you're the only one in the entire land with that attribute!"
"Okay! Okay! Stupid question! But I am supposed to be rescuing her..."
Guinevere laughed at him, most unkindly. "How stupid can you men get? Didn't Flare explain IT to you? Beasts like that bitch Desiree don't give back pussy! And I don't want to crush your male ego, but your wife, once she's been alone with Desiree for just five minutes, will no longer be interested in anything or anyone but serving under Desiree. And that right there are the hard, cold facts! You're not going to get her back and, probably, even if you do, she'll not care for you, Lord Loki's Cock or not! Desiree is a real woman breaker! Elf or Human, no matter! No one returns from battling with her! If I were you I'd forget about that female and enjoy what you got!"
She lifted the hem of her gown, giving Roger a good look at naked Elven heaven! Then she took his hand and pressed it up under that navel height hem and into her soaking wet, wide open, bald pussy!
Roger listened for a moment to Guinevere's dripping wet twat talk loudly and lovingly to his probing fingers, then he turned his attention back to the pit. The female was definitely Human and had tits that clearly resembled Janey's. A little too big for her stature, substantially greater in mass than Flare's, they sagged just a little compared to the perfect cones typical of an Elf. They were honestly voluptuous, though, full and meaty with tiny pale pink nipples.
Her hips were nice and wide, way wider than Flare's, but her slightly softer butt wasn't as well defined as an Elf's tail. Her hair was close to red, though, not nearly as flaming red as Janey's. And her bush, if she ever had a bush, was gone. Her pale, pink pussy lips hung down enough to be visible, her mound fleshy and downright shiny in its baldness.
They started, as the others, with a kiss. 'Janey', nearly a head taller, had the early advantage and was soon bending the supple Drow back. The Drow filled her black hands with 'Janey's' impressive melons (Had to be "C" cup at least!), pinching those little pale, but hard, nipples.
'Janey', relentlessly forcing the Drow's back bowing, dropped one hand to her opponent's ass. Her pale skinned hand stood out vividly upon the Drow's nicely bulging buns.
The Drow's tongue must have been typically Elven long, cause 'Janey' started gagging as she forced the Drow backwards.
Then 'Janey' slipped a hand around to the Drow's front, plunging it between her spread black thighs. The Drow followed, dropping a black hand from 'Janey's' left boob to between the Human's well formed, full thighs.
Then the two began frigging each other like mad!
Both broke the kiss together, gasping and then moaning wantonly as they concentrated on the other's button. Roger's cock jerked in Guinevere's jacking hand when he saw first 'Janey's' and then the Drow's buttocks began to flex and quiver under the frigging assault.
For the damnedest time, had to be a good twenty minutes, each tried to get the other off, grinding and rubbing over stiff, uncovered clit. Their moans tore into Roger and Guinevere, as well as the others below, heating them up.
The sexual tension in the huge room jumped a notch as the apparent evenly matched sex contest progressed. Each female had to block her opponent's moves while at the same time look for an opening to try a new angle, a greater friction, on the throbbing little girl pebble under her sliding fingertips. Their bodies strained and sweated, oh so sexily, as they sex struggled. But both the Drow and the Mage proved themselves to be veterans of the sex pits. Each could keep the other near, almost at the edge, of heart stopping orgasm, but neither could manage to get the right stroke speed or finger approach angle necessary to force, FORCE her opponent over the edge before being countered.
The struggle sent everyone sweating, panting, lusting. Soon there were more pairings, in the periphery, spontaneous and silent challenges that broke down quickly to mutual masturbation and easy conquest.
But Roger and Guinevere, like those not yet paired off, were enchanted with the Drow and 'Janey'. While Roger silently wanted 'Janey' to succeed, Guinevere did nothing to hide her favoritism towards the Drow.
Both contestants had pussy juice dripping from their frenziedly frigging fingers, both looked ready to explode with furiously erect nipples and sweat streaming down between flexing, quivering buttocks and heaving tits, but each managed to hold off the ultimate defeating orgasm.
"Come on, damn it!" Guinevere suddenly called out. It gathered no attention from the others for most of them were also howling for 'blood'. "Get the cow! She's ready for it! Do it!"
Roger was about to explode, if that crazy cock milking Elf bitch continued to beat him like this! But Roger had other plans for his load! He had to find Flare! He wanted to see HER in such a fuck fight!
He grabbed Guinevere's jacking fist in his own pussy juice dripping hand just before he lost control. "Stop!...GASP!...Please! I...can't take...HUH!...anymore!"
She looked up at his hood with a look that bordered on shock. "What! Don't you like my milking? Wasn't I good?!"
"Great!" he gasped, quite honestly. "But I don't want to...waste my load! I'd rather pump it down someone's throat or..."
"Then let me swallow it!" she replied eagerly! "We can go upstairs, right after the match! I'll suck a gallon outta you!" she pointed to a stairway opening at the other side of the last pit.
Roger shook his head. "I...I...wanted to find Flare...No offense, but I wanted..."
"Okay!" Guinevere replied, smiling grimly. "I understand! You've been traveling with her for days! You have a...relationship with her...a responsibility to her! Very well, I respect that! Flare and I have always respected our...each other's bed-partners! But, after you and Flare re-consummate your outback adventure, I expect some serious...service from you before the sun comes up tomorrow! And, by the way, I also know for sure that Sarah-Michelle is expecting more...cream from you! She told me, in no uncertain terms, that you have the best tasting steedcream of any steed she's ever milked! And she's milked them all, believe you me! If I know her, she's already given all the sloppy details to the other maids, so don't expect much sleep tonight!"
She leaned in closer, a conspiratorial expression on her face. "If you perform well, I think I can distract Flare long enough for you to get Sarah Michelle, and the other Maids, to have a seat on that belly buster of yours!"
Inspire of Roger's concerns, his heart leaped at the thought of that delicious little sexpot Elf squatting upon his upright Divine Prick, grimacing and straining, sweating and quivering, eagerly, hungrily, desperately forcing herself down around his pride.
The vision was truly inspiring!
Guinevere must have noticed his under hood leer generated by his wondrously disgusting thoughts. "I thought that would get your attention, Sir Roger!" she almost cackled. "So, do you now understand fully what is expected of you...FROM you, for ALL of us, in my tavern...er, bedroom tonight?"
Hearing her every word of that last sentence, Roger, his fantasies abruptly and rudely broken, again nodded, but with sudden, building dread. Once again he was glad Guinevere couldn't see the all too masculine fear appearing upon his face at the realization of what this Elf expected of him: 'Servicing' a good half dozen Elves in one night, Lord Loki's Prick or not! Even for a 'Divine Male', a daunting proposition to contemplate! But a deal was a deal, and he really had no choice, so he made his invisible voice maintain a courageous, if not down right haughty air, "Of course! It's just Flare and I..."
But he suddenly wished her were back on the road with Flare!
Just Flare!
But Guinevere wasn't done. Again she broke in, "You've forgotten about that ex-wife of yours, then?"
To get her away from the subject, Roger just quickly nodded.
"Good! Best for everyone! Now, to the matters at hand! Let me warn you, Sir Roger, that if you're thinking of jumping Flare's delicious tail as soon as you find her, better realize that she's here on duty! You'd be much better off waiting until Lady Gem is finished with her match for Flair is acting as her Second! Its a matter of honor, bedamned Guild Elf honor, to leave her post as Second until Lady Gem is finished! And, believe you me, planting that Elf splitter into her belly would be considered deserting her post You'd get her in real trouble if you whip that godcock out on her before the match is done!" Then the Elf leaned towards him, again. She was licking his precum off her fingers. "She's in Room 27, upstairs, if you want to take a peak! Lady Gem is an accomplished sex fighter. To a...Man like yourself, Sir Roger, peaking in on her would be down right entertaining! But don't let her see you! And, for Loki's sake, don't let her know I told you!"
"What are you going to do?" Roger asked.
"I'm going down there and see if that Drow can fuck me like she's going to fuck that bimbo Mage!" she replied, pointed at the pit.
As if on cue, the Drow abruptly changed her tactics. Suddenly reaching way up between 'Janey's' now wide spread legs, she gripped her by the ass and, falling backwards, flipped 'Janey' backwards over her shoulder!
'Janey' landed with a "OOOF!" on her back, stunned, her legs still widespread. The Drow jumped between those legs, reaching up between 'Janey's' thighs till she reached the Human's now soaking wet twat.
Roger shuddered when he realized the Drow was forming her hand into a fist...
He had seen that kind of fist before...
'Janey' could only howl a desperate "NO!" when she felt the Drow's equally wet fist press against her defenseless pussy. Then she felt her womanhood almost eagerly give way for the powerful Drow's relentlessly advancing knuckles. Like overripe fruit, her pussy melted apart and then around the Drow's omnipotent fist.
Roger heard the syrupy pop as the fist disappeared into 'Janey's' belly. Then he could only hear 'Janey's' howls of blissful despair as the rest of the Drow's forearm, nearly to her elbow, followed.
'Janey's' belly swelled as the Drow's knuckles struck cervix. Then the dark Elf began plowing the thrashing Human with murderous, foot long fisting strokes.
And did poor 'Janey' squeal! Her fist swollen belly heaved and quivered like jello as the exultantly smirking Drow pounded her womb mercilessly. Within minutes 'Janey' was glassy eyed and silent, except for almost continuous, breathless babbling and the occasional squeal. Then, spontaneously, she threw her knees up over her rock hard nipple capped tits, presenting her already violated and stuffed woman-hole to Drow dominance.
The Drow complemented 'Janey's' enthusiastic presentation by seizing the fist fucked female's previously untouched clit between two fingers of her free hand and...
She began a slow, strong, remorseless twisting.
'Janey' now humped the Drow's driving fist and arm like a new bride under her Best Man with her Bridegroom passed out drunk at the foot of the marriage bed! Roger had never seen such a display of rabid full impalement humping!
Sweat dripping from 'Janey's' convulsing, humping, fucking body, she just wouldn't...just couldn't stop impaling herself, even if she had wanted to continue the contest. The Drow had her gripped, literally, by her entire feminine repertoire, fuck hole and sex bud, and wasn't going to let her escape.
As 'Janey' broke, broadcasting to all there via hysterical screams of mind destroying orgasm her joyous and humiliating defeat to plunging, plowing Drow fist, Guinevere suddenly rose, "I can't wait any longer! I gotta go down there! That Drow has been breaking every Elf who faces her and I'm going to be next!" She then hesitated, turning back to the mesmerized, and horribly erect, Roger. "Remember, don't let anyone else but Flare see what you're packing! No matter how hot these Elves get, one look at a...Man will set them at your throat!"
Then she was hurrying down the steps towards the pit, pulling her gown off over her head. With Guinevere halfway there Roger saw the Drow twist around her belly buried arm in order to triumphantly squat right down on 'Janey's' blissfully fucked face...
Roger took a quick look around, saw no one paying the least attention to him, then rose and, slumping slightly to minimize his height, he made for the doorway Guinevere had earlier indicated.
At the far side of the next pit Roger stopped and turned back as Guinevere stepped eagerly up to the face sitting Drow. The Drow smiled broadly as Guinevere presented herself, straddling the down 'Janey's' thrashing hips, bringing her own dripping wet feminine charms even with the leering Drow's black face.
Pulling her pussy juice soaked hand from the actively Drow twat licking 'Janey's' belly, the black Elf reached in between Guinevere's spread thighs and greedily gripped the Elf's full asscheeks. Then she drew Guinevere's hips towards her face.
Guinevere's head flew back, a closed eyed mask of grimacing bliss on her face as the Drow's bright red tongue began sawing between the Elf's thighs, prying apart her bulging buns, sawing up her deep asscrack, sanding her clit, flinging apart her labia.
Getting her ready for Drow fist.
Somewhat reluctantly, forcing down his naturally masculine voyeurism, Roger continued to the doorway, which turned out to be a stairway leading up to the second floor. Just before stepping up the first rung he turned one last time to see Guinevere in a deep squat, impaling herself with utter abandon upon the upright arm of the Drow. She ground her hips down wholeheartedly upon the immovable arm, already half of the Drow's forearm had followed her fist into Guinevere's belly. Guinevere had the Drow by her long ears, her teeth sunk into her own lower lip, her thighs shaking as she tried to squat even deeper.
As Roger entered the stairway he swore he could hear her wild squeals over the other rutting females filling the central sex pit.
The stairs exited upon a long hallway that ran along the back wall. To his left ran another identical hall, only 90 degrees to the first. The floors, walls and ceilings were all of well hewn wood planks, the floors and walls smoothed and varnished. Along one wall of the left handed hallway windows opened every ten feet or so upon the clear, night sky. The opposite, interior walls of both hallways contained doorways, like a hotel.
The doors were some twenty feet apart, each possessing a sequential number. The nearest door, beginning the left side hallway, was numbered 20. Lanterns were placed equidistant between the doors, providing adequate but certainly not abundant light.
There wasn't another soul in sight as Roger started down the hallway to his left, counting the numbers on the doors. Some seven doors down, or some 150 feet from the stairway, he saw number 27.
The sturdy oaken door, equipped with an even sturdier, massive iron door knob and latch, was ajar. It was the only door he had seen that had not been securely closed and latched.
His heart pounded as he approached. Dry mouthed, he felt like a peeping tom as he pushed the door, carefully, open enough to pass his head through.
Peaking in, he saw a room of about twenty by thirty feet, with a good ten foot high ceiling. Five rows of backless benches wrapped around the room, with only one break for an aisle leading from the only door in which he then stood. Each bench was located about a half foot higher than the one before it. The benches formed a basic 'U' shape around a sex pit located against one wall.
The benches were empty.
Completely empty!
Where was Flare?! Roger asked himself. Didn't Guinevere insist that duty required she be here during her Lady Gem's fight? Then where was she?
He was about to turn to go search for other open doors when he heard a moan. He had heard that kind of moan before. It was a long, drawn out, desperate moan of a mortally wounded animal!
Or of an Elf draped over a log by a blazing campfire out in the middle of nowhere about to not exactly willingly give up her virgin ass to a divinely hung bastard!
Instantly, and without any further forethought, Roger slipped through the door. Again, as in the bigger pits below, there wasn't enough light to read by. Two lanterns hung behind the benches on the wall opposite to the sex pit. Four lanterns hung from the ceiling at each 'corner' over the sex pit. This lit up the pit reasonably well, but left the benches intimately quiet and dark.
In the padded pit were two figures, writhing sensuously in the middle of the mat. As quietly as he could, Roger slipped into the darkest area of the benches he could find nearest the door and sat down.
His balls burned as he gawked at the two divinely shaped creatures sex wrestling before him!
One was clearly a Guild Elf, but definitely not Flare or any other Elf he had yet met. She was on her back, murderously naked. Her body, even for an Elf, was magnificent! Still on her back he could tell she had a rack that put to shame Flare's delightful baby feeders! Nearly as massive as 'Janey's', they stuck straight up in perfect conical beauty whenever she was forced to arch her back from the intense pleasure dished out in the sex pit. At least her nipples were the same delicious flame pink as Flare's. Her hips looked about the same size as Flare's, but those tits put her figure well out of Flare's proportions.
Kind of like comparing Marilynn Monroe or Anna Kournikova to Jayne Mansfield or Jennifer Connelly. Sometimes (Only sometimes!) having a set of real melons can make a difference!
Her legs looked longer than Flare's, suggesting she was taller. Her Elven hair was curly and perfectly dry, in vivid contrast to the glistening, sweaty, straining flesh of her trunk and belly, and strawberry blond in the artificial light. Even from his distance he could see clearly her big, sky blue almond shaped eyes.
He couldn't see her lips, for they were trapped by the lips of her dominating opponent! And what an opponent! The first item that caught his attention was her ears which were, even for an Elf, huge. Must have been twice as long as Flare's! The 'Elf' also was tall! Nearly halfway between five and six foot, by Roger's estimate, the creature was nearly a half foot of his height! She might have been some kind of Elf, but her hair was jet black and nearly completely straight, though it did extend to her asscrack.
Her asscrack was typical Elven, deep and dark, and set between two flesh covered, perfectly globular buns. Her skin all over was nearly the opposite of the Drow's: Just the barest touch of flesh color, as if she had never exposed it to sunlight. Her waist was narrow, though not as much as Flare or her opponent. Her legs were those of an athlete, long, defined, powerful.
When she broke the devastating kiss, he saw her tits. Dwarfed in size compared to her panting, whining opponent, nonetheless they were just over a good handful and, naturally, Elven perfect in shape.
Kiss broken, she looked over the Elf's body writhing beneath her, running her right hand down between the Elf's jutting boobs and across her heaving, sweaty belly. Roger could see that her left hand had a ruthless grip on the Elf's strawberry blond hair, holding her head down possessively.
The Elf moaned and then gasped. "No! I...won't...give...talk... OH!...No! You damned...Aesir! Moan!"
Roger immediately recognized the voice as the one he had heard moan from the doorway.
The other 'Elf', the Aesir, chuckled nastily. "The name is Victoria, 'My Lady'! You will learn to relish, no, worship that name!" Her fingertips, armed with inch long black talons, stroked devastatingly over the Elf's belly between her navel and her bald sex mound. The Elf's lower belly quivered and jumped under those fingertips.
The Elf's drawn out moan returned.
Roger felt his hackles rise on the back of his neck with that moan! What could create such overwhelming lust and undesirable pleasure in such an unwilling, and delicious, victim? Furthermore, Victoria called the Elf "Lady"! Could this be Flare's Lady Gem?
The Aesir would answer him. After a further moment of quivering pleasure, abruptly, as if it was her last possible act of defiance, the Elf managed to push Victoria's belly stroking arm away with her own left arm. Then, for the first time, the imperious Aesir finally showed brief irritation. "Well, now, 'Lady Gem'! Still not convinced to submit to my magnificence? You need to be...persuaded further? So be it!"
Victoria closed her eyes a moment and, to Roger, looked to be praying! When a moment later, the prayer apparently finished, she opened her eyes, she seized Lady Gem's resistant left arm and directed it to the Aesir's out of sight loins.
Then Lady Gem abruptly gasped and, with shock widened eyes, looked down at Victoria's loins across her own wet shiny, stripped body. "N...No! You can't! Not that!" Then, with a jerk, she released whatever she had been handed, pulling her hand hastily away.
Victoria just laughed as Lady Gem looked up at her face with a brave, determined scowl. "No way, Aesir bitch! No way!"
Victoria, pulling painfully on Lady Gem's hair to keep her down, just waved her right hand over the Elf's belly and chest, flicking her fingers to and fro as she did so.
Then Roger saw reflective bits of dust fall from that hand.
All over Lady Gem's lush, naked, sweaty charms.
Instantly Lady Gem's brave scowl faded to open mouthed awe and shock. Her right hand, Lady Gem's right arm being pinned under Victoria's waist, suddenly gripped the mat just beneath the Aesir's full ass. Finally her back arched dramatically and, as her eyes rolled up into her skull, a brief, shocked "No!" caught in her throat.
"Oh, yes, my pretty!" Victoria replied, descending for a final, soul devouring kiss.
Lady Gem melted into the Aesir's kiss, moaning with utter abandonment, opening her mouth to give free reign to Aesir tongue.
Victoria, gagging the Elf with her feet long tongue, dropped her hand to Lady Gem's left, perfect tit, cupping and groping it before cruelly clamping down on her furiously erect nipple.
For a long moment Lady Gem's hips jerked and thrashed under the Aesir's nipple torture.
Roger was going nuts! He could no longer control his/Loki's cock! His robes were tented up horribly before him, a huge dinner plate sized stain soaked into the material. He thought his balls were nearly touching the floor!
He had to get off!
Where was Flare when he NEEDED her!
Releasing Lady Gem's nipple, Victoria then grabbed the Elf's left arm and directed it, once again, towards her own loins. When the Elf's hand finally touched what Victoria had for it in her loins, it dramatically seized it. Lady Gem moaned again into Victoria's kiss, and her other, mat gripping hand, abruptly rose to sink her talons deeply into the Aesir's nearest asscheek.
Then Victoria broke the kiss, pulling a good foot of tongue out of Lady Gem's throat. She simultaneously released the Elf's loin grabbing arm.
Lady Gem looked up with bleary adoration at the smirking Aesir, and her left arm began pulling and pushing, over and over, without guidance, into Victoria's loins.
Victoria planted her right hand on the Elf's left tit, then began sliding and stroking her way down Lady Gem's ribcage, across her abdomen, relentlessly working over her lower belly towards the Elf's jutting sex mound.
Lady Gem writhed in complete bliss.
"You want me, 'My Lady'?" the Aesir smirked, spending some time once again stroking the Elf's belly between her deep navel and jutting mound.
This time the Elf didn't resist her.
"You want what I have for you, My Elf?"
Lady Gem, eyes glazed, could only gurgle as her hips heaved and writhed under the Aesir hand.
"Answer me!" Victoria barked.
"Yes!" the Elf instantly replied. "You're so big!" Her pumping arm sped up dramatically.
Victoria closed her eyes for a moment in pleasure. Then she looked down again and her hand starting stroking directly upon Elf sex mound. "You will tell me, then, what I want to know?"
Lady Gem, shuddering now, looking about ready to explode, hesitated.
"What is your Queen planning? What do you know of my Master's intentions? Talk!"
Lady Gem moaned, raising her hips up, trying to get the Aesir's hand between her quivering thighs.
Victoria chuckled. "So strong! Don't you realize you cannot resist what is in your hungry grasp? You know you cannot resist me! The glow in your hand tells you that! Why don't you make it easier on you? I don't want to cripple your mind! Tell me now and I will give you pleasure like none you've had since Loki...left! Obey me!"
With a supreme effort of will, Lady Gem closed her eyes and turned her head away while gasping, "N...No!"
Victoria shook her head sadly. "Pity!" she remarked, then looked down at the Elf's thrashing hips. Suddenly her hand plunged between the slightly parted thighs, plunging into Lady Gem's swampy puss.
Lady Gem's head was back in an instant, eyes wide and mouth open in shock, as the room filled with the sound of powerful fingers running though soaking wet mud. Then the Elf's eyes closed and her chest arched magnificently as she wailed her defeat, "Nooooo OOOH!"
"That's right, spread wide for me!" Victoria remarked, watching the Elf's full thighs willingly comply, her knees quickly moving opposite each other until her loins were as open and available as an in-heat bitch could make herself. "You'd better spread better than that, My Elf, for what I'm packing! That's it, assume the position!"
Victoria's smiling leer was absolutely evil as the Lady Gem obediently threw her legs up and apart until her knees were alongside her arching tits and her feet stuck straight up into the air. The Elf's pumping arm never hesitated in its strokes.
Then the chuckling Victoria rolled upon her knees, behind the Elf's upturned and presented ass, and Roger could finally see what Lady Gem was clutching.
It was a cock! A huge cock!
No, wait, Roger thought, looking more carefully. There were no testicles, or glans, or foreskin...
It was a clit?! An unnaturally long, murderously wide clit! It looked nearly as big as His/Loki's Cock!
Well, to be honest, it certainly was big! Especially for a clit!
But Victoria wasn't waiting for Roger to complete his analysis. Grabbing Lady Gem by the back of her upturned knees, the Aesir powerfully drove those knees into the mat. She looked down at the whimpering Elf, then growled with barely suppressed triumph and lust, "Now, you may put me where I belong!"
Immediately Lady Gem reached in with both hands and clutched the over foot long clit. Her hands together could not completely reach around the bestial thing! Eyes wide and fixed on the sex weapon, the Elf lowered the clit until it was aligned with the upturned feminine opening buried between her fiery red, floppy and dripping labia.
Immediately Victoria drove brutally down, sliding through Lady Gem's wet, clit clutching hands, bulling aside her already widely parted pussy lips, and plunging recklessly into Elven belly. "Take it!" she roared as Elf belly swelled beneath her leering vision.
Roger nearly exploded with the screech that was wrenched from Lady Gem as she was instantly stuffed. Arching her back and then raising her hips to accommodate the massive shaft, she could only howl as her belly outlined the monstrous pole piercing her female guts.
Victoria, eyes closed in pleasure, gripped the Elf by the sides of her raised hips, holding her up. Once the Elf's wails slowly died away, she opened her eyes and smiled, almost lovingly, at the grimacing, sweaty face of her victim. Slowly rotating the Elf's cunt around her nearly buried clit, Victoria asked, "Does that feel good, 'My Lady'?"
Lady Gem, eyes closing in awesomely rising bliss and head turning away in humiliation, could only nod while her own claws fiercely gripped the sides of Victoria's thighs, the only part of the Aesir the Elf could reach.
Victoria chuckled, rotating the pinned Elf faster on her omnipotent clit, pulling on her hips so the tip of her weapon was pressured even more firmly into Lady Gem's cervix. "Now you will talk, no?" she said as the Elf's breathing picked up into a wild pant and her helpless whimpers returned.
The Elf now gawked up at the Aesir with terror widened eyes, openly gnawing on her lower lip.
"You are ready to talk!" The Aesir simply said, releasing the Elf's hips and leaning forward. She planted her hands alongside Lady Gem's shoulders, leaning over between the Elf's spread and upraised thighs until their noses and tits almost touched. Then her hips began pumping, driving, fucking into the defenseless, overwhelmed Elf like Roger would have if he were atop the 'Lady'!
Lady Gem's warbling wail was smothered by Victoria's next dominating kiss, and she could only wrap her arms passionately around the hard driving Aesir. The sound of smooth, sweaty bellies slapping together, then sucking on each other as they parted, echoed off the room's walls.
Roger's nuts tightened when he saw the Elf's toes curl over Victoria's head as she was mercilessly taken.
Just as Lady Gem began clawing the smoothly fuck-pounding Aesir's back, indicating that her ultimate bliss was mere strokes away, Victoria stopped! Breaking their kiss, Victoria rose back up, noisily pulling her hugely swollen phallus from the sloppy, tightly sucking Elf fucktube, and flopping it upon an almost hysterical Lady Gem's heaving belly!
Lady Gem slapped the mat with her two open hands in absolute frustration as she looked up despairingly at the smirking Aesir. "Please! Why? Don't stop! PLEASE!" she whined.
"Tell me what I want to know, and I will finish you! Finish you good!" the triumphant Victoria replied. Then she began to rub her thumb over the Elf's swollen, unhooded clit.
The Elf arched her back and literally instantly wailed, "I'll talk! I'll talk! Don't tease me! Please! Please fuck me!"
Victoria planted her meat once again into Elven twat, then slowly sank in until Lady Gem's belly knotted up. Leaning over once more, she planted her face right up to the desperate Elf's. "Now," she husked into the Elf's bleary face, "you answer my questions, I'll give you what you need! Agreed?"
Lady Gem, stuffed to the gills with Aesir meat, nodded briskly.
"Good!" the Aesir replied. Then she pulled back till just the tip of her clit was inside Elf cunt. Rotating that tip just inside of Lady Gem, she asked, "What will be the invasion route for the Guild Elf Army?"
As the Elf squirmed, the Aesir rotated. It went on for a good minute before Lady Gem broke...
"Oh! Please! The North March...Plains of Jotunheim...the...the... Jotuhheimval access to the Plains of Jotunheim...from North Marches...please fuck me! I told you! PLEASE fuck me!" Her answer degenerated into a torrid, pleading babble.
Victoria's smile broadened, and her buttocks clenched. Lady Gem howled in thankful bliss as she was refilled with divine clit. This time, the Aesir didn't start up the hard pounding, all too masculine fuck of before. This time slowly, almost gently, Victoria would push in, unhurried but with utter ruthlessness bulling aside the Elf's clinging pussy walls. Then, after pushing the Elf's womb up towards her chest and nearly piercing her cervix, the Aesir, just as leisurely, would pull out, enjoying Lady Gem's hungry cuntal sucking on her omnipotent female 'prick'.
Then, without respite, the inward stroke would resume.
Oh so slowly.
It would drive Lady Gem, or any female, into the kind of orgasmic convulsions that no man had the patience to instill, nor the ability to resist long enough the female organ's cum sucking clench. They would not only be physically fucked, but also mentally. No female could keep her mind straight, especially with fairy dust added, while being slow fucked. And, if she were trying to mentally resist Victoria's assault! When she did cum, which she would for the technique was irresistible, it would crush her will and seriously enfeeble her mind.
In short, she'd eventually become a sex slave, addicted to Victoria's clit and the mind destroying orgasms only she could give them!
She had been always successful!
Once she fucked them enough!
Once she got them in the position she had Lady Gem!
The Aesir stroked away for a long moment, enjoying the clinging cunt of the conquered Elf. Lady Gem was completely lost under the Aesir, mind locked singularly upon the promised, impending, enslaving orgasm of Victoria's clit.
Roger stared in awed masculine envy as Victoria mastered the Elven Lady. Just from the actions, the arrogance of the Aesir, the breathless helplessness and...eagerness of the Elf beneath her, Roger just knew the Elf didn't have a chance.
Then, abruptly, Victoria stopped and pulled back.
"More, I need more!" she said firmly but quietly into the sweaty, tossing face of the Elf. "How many Guild Elves will she have?"
Immediately Lady Gem gripped Victoria's shoulders, then began to kiss her, all over her face. "I love you! Fuck me!" she repeated, kissing the Aesir's chin, nose, lips.
Victoria remained unmoved. "Tell me! Now!"
The Elf broke again. Sobbing, she gasped out, "300!"
"When will your Queen take the field?"
"In ten days! Please!" she gasped breathlessly.
With an arrogant smirk the Aesir replied, "Enjoy!" then powerfully drove back into Lady Gem's belly.
As Victoria started up a stronger stroke and quickly established a faster rhythm that turned the Elf's swollen belly into quivering jello, Lady Gem looked up at her Mistress with a grateful smile. Then the smile faded and her upturned toes curled again as blessed orgasm approached.
Generously the Aesir didn't withhold her weapon nor her stroke from the broken Elf, but actually increased her thrusts. Matching a more masculine fuck stroke, she wanted...demanded that her new slave explode gloriously and utterly under her.
Now!
Lady Gem obeyed, shrieking savagely as she was effortlessly driven over the edge by divine Aesir clit, fucked into mind numbing bliss by the hard driving, insolently sneering Victoria. As her screeching slowly degraded into forced, pig-like grunts while her belly was seized by rhythmic, vigorous orgasmic convulsions, her upraised legs jerked and her fingernails gripped and pulled on the Aesir's plowing hips.
Her toes were locked in maximum curled tetanic closure, her feet curved in a vivid arch.
Roger, with a start, popped out of his lust driven voyeuristic reverie. What was he seeing?! And what was he doing there, just watching!? Had he heard right? Had this Lady Gem, Flare's Commander, just given away the farm to this dyke from Northern Hell!? And, just maybe this admittedly awesome display of lesbian seduction/rape had something to do with Flare's present disappearance?
Well, duh!
Roger, my boy, he quite sternly told himself, you'd better get off your peeping ass and earn your keep around here! If that bitch escapes this place with that information, your Flare could very much be toast...French Fucking Toast!
Roger rose oh so carefully, then slipped around behind the now furiously rutting couple. For a moment he watched Victoria's full, round butt-pillows rise and fall, expertly alternating their speed, angle, and power of her thrusts. Sometimes rotating, sometimes just driving down to smash into the Elf's defenseless womb, he couldn't help but admire her technique.
Lady Gem, fucked stupid under the masterful Aesir, clawed and gripped Victoria's driving hips while her legs jerked and toes clenched with each womb dislocating stroke.
Pulling his robe off, he glanced at his prick. Monstrously erect, a good sixteen or seventeen inches of over stimulated male/god organ, it was continuously drooling precum now. A disgusting mess of coagulated testicle protein hung in strands from the cockhead. His nuts, resting on the front of his thighs, throbbed now, especially after the working over Guinevere gave him earlier.
Stepping forward, eyes fixed on Victoria's driving buttocks, Roger closed in. Entering the pit he sped up until he could drop to his knees between the Aesir's well spread legs. He timed the rising and falling of her ass for a count, then, as she thrust forward, he leaned in, aiming his cum coated meat carefully.
When the triumphant Victoria brought her ass back, Roger's primed and ready prick was already in the space she expected her butt to occupy.
His aim was perfect and his cockhead stood defiantly rigid to her back stroke, intersected precisely with her soaked, but unsuspecting pussy. Something had to give when puss met prick.
It was the Aesir's pussy. With a syrupy pop, and a slightly delayed startled yelp, Victoria took Roger's glans into her twat. While she immediately stopped pulling back, Roger was already driving forward.
Now it was Victoria's turn to howl as the plunging prick bulled apart her snug girl tube and drove her hips back down. When the Aesir's hips met the Elf's, smashing Victoria's clit into Lady Gem's cervix, the Elf convulsed wildly in another wave of orgasmic jolts.
When Roger's driving meat, in turn, smashed into Victoria's immobile cervix as his hips almost smacked into her bulging buns, the Aesir's eyes rolled up and she began jerking and thrashing under him. Roger's meat, almost swallowed up in her delightfully snug puss, began throbbing dangerously when her orgasmic pussy began massaging and sucking on him.
Already overheated by the torrid Elf sex of earlier, and having been teased and milked relentlessly by Guinevere, it was too much.
Much too much.
"AAAAAH!" Roger roared as his first foot long rope of manchowder spewed into Victoria's womb. Another jet immediately followed, then another. A total of six shot from him before he came to his senses enough to notice that the Aesir's head was down, forehead on the mat, twisting back and forth in complete bliss.
Grabbing the suddenly acquiescent Victoria by her hips, he half rolled them to the left, dismounting the wildly convulsing Lady gem. On their left sides, still linked in penetration and orgasm, Roger shoved the multi orgasmic Elf onto her own left side, facing away from them.
Then he closed his eyes, took up a deep, twisting, satisfying grind in the Aesir's belly, and enjoyed unloading into her.
For long minutes he used Victoria, losing count of how many slimy spurts he planted into her. But he didn't hear a peep out of her, nor did she make any attempt to unmount him, during the entire unloading. She just laid there, jerking with each of his injections of baby stuff, whimpering in female joy occasionally, apparently quite overcome with orgasmic bliss.
When he finally did come down and his massive pole stopped spewing into her womb, Victoria slowly calmed, too. But he came to his senses much quicker.
Looking at Lady Gem, she saw her on her left side, facing away from him, in a fetal position still jerking and shuddering in apparent orgasm. Then he saw the shiny specks of dust all over her.
Fairy dust?!
Looking down and closely at Victoria's calm but flushed face, he ran his hand up the Aesir's chest from her belly, cupping her right tit, then pinching her rock hard nipple.
She mumbled as he groped her, then gasped when he pinched her nipple. Then her eyes opened and she looked quickly around before seeing him over her shoulder. Her beautiful almond shaped eyes widened with alarm. "Who?"
He flexed his still huge cock in her belly and she jumped, then closed her eyes again and...cooed! "Never you mind, bitch!" he growled, grabbing her upper leg and rolling her over upon her back. Her juice flooded pussy smoothly rotated around his stiff meat, and he stayed deeply buried within her.
Once on her back, he lifted her other leg until both her knees were alongside her tits. She stared up at him with wide and white eyes. He flexed his ready to go again prick, way up inside her, and she jumped and, once more closing those eyes, moaned.
He then pressed himself further into her and she groaned, this time nice and loud, and her belly vividly swelled around his meat.
"W...Who are you?" she gasped breathlessly, really distracted by his belly filling cock now.
"Let's just say I'm a friend of Loki," he said, climbing fully upon her. "Let's see how you like it, bitch!"
Then he began plowing. Hard and deep he went, remembering how he had fucked Flare that night, so long ago.
And now he wanted to do the same to this evil Elf.
He felt her cervix with his cockhead on every stroke.
He heard his grapefruit sized nuts slap off her upturned buns.
He watched Victoria's eyes briefly widen, then roll into her skull.
She didn't last long, once he started stroking. But, then again, neither could he, he quickly realized. That damn pussy was tight! And hot! And hungry!
With a maximum effort of will, he managed to stop before exploding into Victoria's belly a second time. He tried to look calm and collected as he hovered over the Aesir, but he knew he couldn't stop his heavy pant, nor stop the rivulets of sweat cascading off his face.
But Victoria was in no condition to notice. When he could look down on her, he had to grin. She looked and acted like Lady Gem had under an Aesir! Eyes closed, face grimacing, legs up, knees in the mat alongside her tits, toes curled, chest heaving, she reached out to grip his own hips, urging him on to harder, deeper, more powerful penetration of her upturned belly.
He waited though.
When she finally opened her eyes, after a moan of frustration, she first looked up at him, then down over her swollen belly at their junction. "Don't stop!" she husked, eyes flaring at the massive stump of Roger/Loki cock still outside of her. "Please! Don't stop!"
He looked down too, noticing that her clit was no longer a foot long. "Where's your clit?" he asked, somewhat dumbly.
She quickly looked up at him, her face a mixture of desperate need, awe, shock, and not a little fear. "Spell broken...you...gasp!...you broke...moan!...more!...fuck me!"
"Are you saying that I broke a spell?" he replied, flexing his nearly buried meat.
Victoria squirmed delightfully under him. "OOOH! You're so big! Not since Desiree have I felt such power in me! OOOH! More! Please!"
"I want some answers, first! Who is this Desiree and where is Flare?"
Victoria's eyes widened. "She is my mistress..."
"Was your mistress, bitch!" Roger roared, jabbing her belly.
With a yelp Victoria nodded. "Oh, you're so big, Master!" she gasped. "She was my Mistress, M'Lord! I was to report on what I learned here to her..."
"And will you?" Another jab, for good measure.
Adoration on her face, she reached up and gently cradled his face in her hands, "Fuck me and I'm yours, Master!"
"Tell me where Flare is, and I will!" Roger was losing control of his libido again as her pussy continued to suck on him.
"She is with Hermione, the Mage, my Second! She is in another room...with her...now please use me, My Lord!"
By this time Roger was almost ready to blindly accept her invite to fuck her brainless. However something inside him was warning... He glanced at her hands still around his face.
There was a small bag attached to the palm of her right hand...
Ripping it off sent shiny dust flittering through the air. "Fairy dust?!" Roger yelled, throwing the bag into the surrounding darkness. "Is that how you planned on getting away with your information?! Use it on me, like you did her? And Flare!"
Victoria momentarily looked frightened, then a scowl crossed her beautiful face. "Look! I don't know who you are or..." she suddenly winced as Roger flexed his massive pole way, way up inside her. "...or where you got that...impressive weapon...but...gasp!...I have a mission to perform...for Desiree..."
Roger thrust in with intemperate forcefulness, and the Aesir howled. Her pussy was sucking an him something wild... He'd better do something...
So he did. He started up again, fucking her furiously, driving deep into her wide open belly.
Immediately her scowl dropped into an open mouthed gape. Wide eyed in awe at the incredible pleasure sweeping up her from her stuffed belly, her breathing rapidly built until she was panting and gasping wildly in time with his womb impacting strokes.
"Can Desiree do this?" Roger roared. "Can Desiree dick you like this?"
"OOOO! Yes. But you are bigger! Better! OOH!" She replied, in all appearances honestly.
Roger nearly stopped in his stroking. She can dick like him? Like Roger/Loki!? Who was this Desiree?
But he then recognized that he was, indeed, having an affect upon the bitch thrashing and humping beneath him! Right after her moan she became quite incoherent, her beautiful almond shaped eyes rolled up and her head began to toss back and forth again in mind fucked bliss.
But her clasping twat, too, was having effects upon him! His nuts were already tightening up and he knew his next load was not long for this world.
"Oh, Baby!" he moaned, dropping his head to alongside hers, smelling her sweet scent of cinnamon and female. He felt her claws dig into his strong back, urging him on to even greater depths within her.
"OOOH! You are BIG! You feel so good! Don't stop! Please!"
Roger kissed her, hot and dominantly. Her tongue immediately shot into his mouth, hot, slippery and muscular. She tasted of cinnamon. He sucked on that tongue, capturing it against the roof of his mouth.
As they tongue battled, he sent his right hand down, under the Aesir. He slid his hand into the deep cleft between her asscheeks until he found her other hole...
Victoria retreated from Roger's kiss, howling into his mouth before they could separate, when he thrust two fingers into her virgin asshole. She continued to howl, her claws tearing delightfully painfully into his back and ass, as he finished sinking those two fingers to the last knuckle into Aesir tail.
Skillfully he never lost a gut dislocation stroke while doing so.
Sounding like a howler monkey, Victoria looked up at Roger with an expression of utter helplessness, pleading for mercy.
She got none.
Roger just smirked, then spread his two ass buried fingers...
"Yes!" Victoria screamed, heaving her hips up and lifting them both off the mat. Now she was grunting like a pig as she paid off for him, openly and unrestrained.
Her pussy, meanwhile, began the most torrid and active massage of his buried meat, squeezing, pulling, swallowing on his cock, begging for his nest load.
Roger grimaced as Victoria lost it under him. It was all he could do, holding his cock buried in her belly, as she thrashed and came under him. It was great for his male ego, he knew he was giving her the greatest orgasm of her life (Or, at least, since Loki!), and it made him feel oh so studly!
"Who's your Daddy!" he gasped, concentration on not losing it himself.
She broke her thrashing for just a moment to look up at him with adoring eyes and reply, "You...my...Daddy!" Then she relapsed into mindfucked cum.
When her orgasm finally broke, she collapsed under him. But he stayed arched over her, straining not to cum, not quite yet. So, when her hips dropped, both his goosing fingers and belly filling cock popped out of her openings.
His jerking, ready to spew cock flopped upon her heaving belly, belching tons of precum all over her. It reached clear to her sternum.
For a moment they panted, he arched over her, she with her her legs still up and over her lush, naked, wet body. Then she opened her eyes and looked down at the heavy log on her belly.
One look and the most wondrous expression crossed her flushed, sweaty fresh fucked face. She immediately reached for it. "It's just like Desiree's!" she exclaimed. Then, when her hands gripped it, wrapping only about three quarters of the way around it, she gasped, "Only its bigger...much bigger! It shines brighter, too!"
Roger's eyes popped open when he felt her hands grip his meat. He couldn't see any shining, but the way the Aesir admired it, and eagerly toyed with it, tended to make him take her word for it! When she spontaneously started milking his prick, he immediately poured a good cupful of precum all over her chest.
"OOOO!" she went, watching the ropes of precum pour out the tip of his cock to slide down each side of her ribcage and pool between her tits.
"Your hands are used to this!" Roger gasped, watching the Aesir's milking increase in speed and grip. She was almost as good as Guinevere. With a gasp, he warned her, "Keep that up and I'll cum!"
She acted like some drunken teenybopper working on graduating to full class slut, "Desiree likes to cum in my face!" she babbled, eyes fixed on his sloppy cockhead. "You smell like Desiree, too! Better!" She raised her head, stuck out her foot long tongue and, with remarkable skill, lapped his slimy cockhead clean.
"MMM!" she moaned, slurping the last of his load from her lips. "You do taste good!" She immediately began to beat him, milking him with a skill and enthusiasm that mimicked Flare's if not Guinevere's. "Cum! Cum all over me!" she literally commanded!
"Damn!" Roger moaned, feeling the effectiveness of her milking in the heat rushing up through him from his still stuffed balls. Soon his prick was throbbing as the heat of his flowing testicle pudding surged through it. In no time he was on the edge, helpless in her zealous jackoff grip.
She wasn't interested in teasing him. She was going to finish him!
"I'm gonna cum!" Roger warned, staring at the furiously cock beating Elf.
"Yes! Please! All over me! Please!" she replied, staring right into his slit and opening her mouth, wide. A good foot of flattened, slimy, brilliantly pink tongue extended out to his cockhead.
Roger, ever the gentleman, obliged her. Closing his eyes, he stopped resisting her very competent milking and, in fact, began fucking her well greased jacking hands.
With a loud splat, his next load was soon jetting into her face, hard and furiously.
He arched over her, spewing jet after noisy jet right into Victoria's mouth, and all over her face. He felt her velvety tongue lap and lick at him, urging ever more wadd from him. As long as he could, he worked to keep feeding her.
Long, blissful minutes later. when he could no longer erupt and the Aesir had finished cleaning his cockhead, Roger opened his eyes.
He couldn't recognize Victoria. She had nearly an inch thick coating of tacky, coagulated cum all over her face. Long worms hung from her ears and nose, she blew bubbles of cum out her nose when she breathed. Her tongue, like a flexible windshield wiper, lapped and scrapped at the remarkably thick layer of jism covering her face. Her eyes were glued shut, both her eye sockets filled with man-stuff.
It would take her a week to lick it all off!
Smiling down at the cum drenched Aesir, smugly and temporarily prideful of his performance, Roger suddenly heard something to his right. Looking, he saw Lady Gem, rolling over to face them, apparently none the worse for wear after being fucked stupid not fifteen minutes before.
Even sweaty and flushed she looked...beautiful.
"What is this?" she asked in a voice accustomed to command. "This Aesir used illegal Magic in influence our Match! Who are you and what are you doing here? This is a private affair..."
Then her eyes went from staring at Victoria's cum covered face to Roger's. Then they dropped to what Victoria still clutched greedily in her own hands.
Lady Gem's brow knitted, her voice dropped a notch. "You are a...MAN!" she growled.
Really growled!
And she used that curse-like 'MAN' word again!
Roger's blood went cold as she moved into springing position.
"A MAN!" Lady Gem growled again, her eyes flashing red.
And suddenly Roger realized that Victoria wasn't letting go of his cock!
Claws extended, eyes glaring blood red, "Lady"
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