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"Come, join us!" Stryker called back to Roger after she had carefully packed away her Troop's penile trophy, just donated by Roger, of the just ended night battle with Desiree's demoncocked and tentacled minions. He noticed, and had appreciated greatly, that she had been careful to present her full, firm, round ass right at Roger when she had bent over to place the two foot sausage-cock in her saddlebags.
Kind of her way of saying 'thank you', Roger surmised.
"Join us in the stream!" another Elf added as the entire deliciously naked troop, including Gem, started off to the stream and their almost ritual morning bath.
Roger immediately and mindlessly followed the Elves towards the stream, his captivated hood hidden eyes fixed upon the blatant display of eleven Elven pairs of perfect (of course!) buns, all besmirched with tacky yellowish Orc and Desiree-monster cum, rotating and grinding together as they made for their communal bath.
But no sooner had he stepped off in drooling, lecherous Elven tail gating than his expert ass observational male senses noticed the complete absence of any Human derriere striding before him! There was specifically one pair of delicious, plump, round, firm, Catholic Schoolgirl quality butt NOT flipping and smoothly rolling before him!
Where was Hermione?
Then the Schoolgirl Mage appeared, stumbling through the brush that separated the camp from the stream. She was hastily trying to close her tunic, but Roger's ever vigilant, highly evolved leering vision had already gotten a good look at her magically enhanced teen tits.
And her furiously erect, rock hard and blazing crimson nipples.
As a matter of fact, she looked like she had just been fucked into a stupor.
Like when Roger had fucked the Fairy Dust out of her back in Elfthring.
Her forehead was shiny with wetness, perhaps sweat. Then Roger saw the drops running down her heaving belly, down her deep cleavage, down her smooth neck...
She came to a hasty stop when she saw the Elves approaching. Standing still, Roger, of course, nonetheless noticed how her thighs continued to quiver. Then her eyes widened as Stryker stepped up to her, grinning lecherously.
"Baby!" the buff Elf yelled, reaching familiarly up under the Schoolgirl's short blue skirt to grope plump alabaster rump. She then raised the front of Hermione's skirt, revealing to all her bald twat. "Where did you get off to, while we were fighting for our...your honor?" Her strong hand roamed all over Hermione's quivering, schoolgirl-full marshmallows.
Roger's eyes widened, and not from lust for once, when he saw how...aroused that teen twat was. Especially her clit...
Jutting a good inch out between her floppy labia, even more fiery scarlet than her nipples had appeared, even one quick glance could tell that the untouched female phallus was throbbing even as she stood there.
Unless she had been jacking herself off with a wire brush, the only other thing that Roger knew could fire up a clit like that was...
Roger looked over at Victoria, who was already looked back at him. The concerned frown on her face confirmed his own worse fears: Victoria should know, she had gone through the same attack. Only a mouthful of razor-sharp fang-teeth gnawing away, and backed up with virile clit sex-venom, could stimulate a clit like that!
A Fairy!
Moonbeam!
She hadn't left with the other beasts! She must have gotten to Hermione during the fight!
What did she learn from the Schoolgirl?
Roger decided, then and there, to fuck that Fairy's ass next chance he had!
That should leave an impression on her!
Herminone's eyes closed in (mock?) pleasure as Stryker's hand nearly disappeared into her deep butt crease. "I...OOO!...I guess I'm afraid of C...C...Cockbats...Oh! Don't do that...in front of...in front of the others...OOOH! Stryker...Darling...you...it...feels so...good..."
"So you went and hid, eh?" Stryker added, her hand completely between Herminone's thighs and making loud, and quite disgusting, sloppy suck sounds while being there. "Well, we're going back there to bathe. Of course you will attend me...er...us! Won't you?"
Roger's balls tightened when Hermione gave her Elf masher/master the most adorable, little Schoolgirl visage of heart melting passion and need he had ever seen. He just hoped, for Stryker's sake, that it was sincere. With an additional little nod, the girl leaned into the no taller Elf's face and the two of them became lost in another patented, soul robbing, Elven lesbian kiss.
"Ahem!" Gem suddenly cleared her throat, gaining the attention of the other leering, voyeuristically obsessed Elves. "Let's continue Ladies!" Then, as she stepped by the passionately embraced Elf/Human pair, she leaned towards Stryker, "Join us when you can get your tongue out of her throat!"
Then Gem patted Hermione playfully, right over her asscrack.
Roger hesitated as the others went on. He patiently waited until the two finally broke their embrace. He had to admit that it took Stryker some time to pull her tongue out of Hermione's throat!
When the two finally parted, Hermione gave a sudden glance at Roger, standing some feet away. The look she gave him was not...friendly. But then she meekly melted once again into the Elf's arms, permitting Stryker to lead her to the stream.
Only then did Roger follow.
He stood behind the line of bushes, in plain sight of the Elves, but not close enough, he thought, to allow his Arcastrian character to inhibit their fun.
And fun they were having! If this was the way Elves always bathed together, he was going to buy a season ticket! It was like his schoolboy fantasies about what went on, or what he wished went on, with the cheerleader squad in the girl's showers after practice: Lusciously petite, but voluptuous in an Elven way, female figures, cavorting in knee deep, swiftly running, crystal clear water...water that was mountain stream cold, cold enough to stiffen conically molded, passion pink flavored nipples to an unbending pebble-like consistency. Writhing, squirming, squealing hourglass figures, rubbing, bumping, touching, clutching, embracing firm, full fat and muscle backed flesh while streams of quicksilver flowed down them, following every curve, dipping into each intimate, pink hollow, smoothly rolling over each uniformly jutting bulge of girl flesh on its convoluted, effortless, beautiful journey back to rejoin the stream from which it had come.
It was a fluid, constantly varying mass of wet, naked, female flesh. Seemingly chaotic in its movements, the Elves and one Human would seemingly spontaneously pair off and then separate. Sometimes they would form random pairs, then another moment they would form a triplet. There was no rank, or order, or bias shown. It was almost as if they were out of control in heat.
Roger, naturally, tried to follow Flare in her seemingly dazed wanderings through the groping group. At first she stayed with Gem, freely pawing her Commander between willingly spread thighs, replying with openly presented and spread buttocks to Gem's talented hands. But after a few long moments, agonizing ones for Roger, of deep throat lesbian kissing, they mutually parted, turning to other nearby partners.
Flare went on, passing and passionately engaging nearly all of the lust seized Elves before abruptly turning from the last...
To face the voyeuristically engaged Roger standing some ten feet away behind a low bush.
Flare smiled at him sweetly. And hungrily!
Roger's eyes, and prick, jumped in response! He took a quick glance at Gem, but she was in the clutches of Stryker at that moment, squatting vividly under the powerful noncom's fingerfuck.
In sudden, brief shock over Gem's uncharacteristic submission to Stryker's penetration assault, for just a moment Roger wondered what had happened to these Elves? He was certain that they weren't this wanton, this horny every morning when they bathed!
Then it came to him...that yellow gunk the sex monsters spewed into/onto them! Must be some aphrodisiac or sex poison, like what Moonbeam used on Victoria...
Then Flare took a step towards him, lush firm suck cones bobbing stiffly, fiery pink nipples dancing tightly before her, and all of Roger's rational, analytical thinking went right out the window. His cock leaped into full, awesome erection, shoving his disguise out a good foot before him.
He was doomed!
At the end of her first stride, Flare glanced back at Gem, who was danger of vaginally swallowing Stryker's entire fist at that moment. Satisfied that Gem was 'occupied', or about to be so, Flare continued to stride towards the Elf pussy stupefied Roger, when another figure stepped out of the group, nearly alongside her.
It was Victoria. And she was leering directly at Roger's 'tent'!
She, too, was hungry!
Then both Elves, Guild and Wood, noticed each other. Roger's blood momentarily froze when he saw the looks each Elf gave the other. For a long moment they stood, looking over their shoulders at the other, presenting expressions that would have killed mere mortal beings. Like the climatic stand-off in a spaghetti western, they stood, silently daring the other to take one more step towards Roger and his divine meat!
If they had been armed...
Roger didn't want to think about that!
Then the Elven stand-off was abruptly settled when an Elf standing behind Victoria turned and noticed the Wood Elf's backside presented to her. With lightning speed and inhuman reflexes the Elf, HardRider Roger thought, slammed her fist in a vicious uppercut right between Victoria's buns and thighs and instantly up her unsuspecting fuckhole!
Victoria's eyes bulged and her jaw dropped as a fist shaped and sized knot formed just above her (naturally) hairless sex mound. The knot rose, bulging farther up her belly, as the now smirking Elf behind the Aesir forced more and yet more of her forearm into Victoria's guts.
Victoria then broke, her knees bending, thighs spreading wide, eyes rolling into her skull, head lolling back upon her assailant's shoulder. HardRider's nearly swallowed arm began pumping, furiously, and the Aesir's belly began to resemble jello in an earthquake. Her warbling cry of defeat and submission to overwhelming Elven fistfuck was lost in the din of Guild Elf group grope.
With a wicked grin of 'take that you slut!', Flare looked back at the panting Roger. Then, her eyes once again fixed on his jumping, wet tent, and her face again a mask of desperate hunger, she wadded right through the stream and up to him.
He was so thankful she couldn't see his shit-eating grin under his hood!
Then she clutched his fully bloated, eighteen inch weapon through his tented up disguise.
"OOOOH!" she squeaked as her hands futilely tried to encompass his thickness.
"Ungh!" Roger groaned, trying not to explode in those tiny, powerful cock clutching hands. "Easy, Baby! I'm kinda loaded..."
"I know!" she replied, giving him the impish smile of a sweet new wife about to show her husband her newly learned skills at cock pleasing. "I want you!"
"Yea! Me too!" Roger gasped, cupping the Elf's left boob and thumbing the furiously stiff nipple. At that moment he didn't care if anyone else (meaning Gem) saw him do it or not. "But where?"
"This way!" was all she said, pulling on his cock, stepping back towards the camp.
Roger took one last look at the others and saw that they, too, were climbing out of the stream, quite soaking wet and still awesomely stripped. All, that is, except for the Aesir and her Elven dominator. Victoria was on the bank, on her back, her long (for an Elf) legs up over her body, her ankles even and below her long ears. HardRider was living up to her name, on one knee behind Victoria's presented up ass, driving her fist and arm violently almost to her elbow into the Aesir's totally stuffed belly.
Roger's cock jumped violently in Flare's greedy hands as he saw the Aesir's belly heave and jump, quiver and shake, as the Guild Elf fisted her with inhuman and inhumane speed and force. Victoria's head rolled back and forth, her grimacing, from pain or intense pleasure, scared face pleading up at the triumphant HardRider for either mercy or more...
Roger couldn't tell.
And Flare could care less. After looking at the fist broken Aesir, then snorting in a most unladylike manor, she looked back at Roger. With an ungentle tug on his meat, she added, "Serves her right! The Bitch wants you, do you know that, Sir Roger?"
Roger looked back at Flare with a jerk of his head. "Uh, well, we...I... Victoria..."
"If you know what's good for you, stay away from that Bitch!" Flare barked back at him like a Chihuahua. "All Wood Elves are sluts! And that one has been entirely too cosy with Desiree!" Then she began pulling and stroking Roger's jumping prick with a much more tender, pleasurable handstroke. "Besides, I'll take care of you properly!"
They began walking again. "But what about Gem...er, Lady Gem? I thought you and her were..."
Flare smiled at him. "You have impressed her with your gift to her troop. She has more...confidence now in your abilities to help us on this mission. Oh, she still won't allow me to service you in front of her..."
Then Flare's smile collapsed when she looked back down at the covered, jumping prick clutched in her hands. "But...I...I..." She bent down as they walked and tenderly, wonderfully, kissed the tip of his wrapped cock. "I need you, M'Lord!" She panted. "Please! I can't explain it, but I need you! Inside me! Please?!"
"Sure, Baby," Roger hastily responded to her frantic pleading. "Of course! Anything you want! What is wrong?"
"I don't know!" she came back, starting to wring out his swollen pole. "Suddenly I just can't think about anything else..."
They had walked through the camp and had come upon where their mounts had been corralled. She quickly dragged him to another clump of bushes, some six feet high. Looking through the brush, Roger saw that the other Elves, still shiny with wetness and blisteringly bare skinned, were making for their mounts.
For breakfast.
But they seemed to be walking much faster this morning. More frantically. More intently.
At least their steeds were their normal, ready selves. Standing calmly as the starved Elves approached in a near trot, their cocks readily and efficiently elongated as their riders closed. By the time their Elf rider reached them their two foot long pricks were bobbing and drooling impatiently for Elven gullet.
The Elves wasted no time with preliminaries, but squatted down under their horses and engulfed the slimy, fist sized cockheads.
Roger suddenly felt air streaming around his own pre-cum soaked glans and he looked down to see Flare tucking his disguise's hem into his waist belt. Her eyes were fixed on his cockhead where a long coiled strand of mangunk hung nearly a foot out of the slit at the tip.
It didn't last long. No sooner than did Roger see the swaying, tacky rope of babystuff than Flare's magnificent tongue lashed out and snagged the pre-cum in mid air. Her retracting lingus dragged the strand to its doom as she sucked it right out of his cock tube and down her throat like a strand of overcooked linguini.
Roger then reached down and gripped her by her long ears. Pressing her face against his still drooling cockhead, he waited for her to open her mouth again.
She didn't.
Releasing his cock, she firmly pulled his hands off her ears. Looking up at him, she said, "Not my mouth, M'Lord! Not this time! I need it...inside me! Please!"
Roger tried not to grin. "Of course! Whatever you want, Baby! You know that!" Then he watched her stand, then turn around. Then she bent over at the waist and spread her stiff legs a good meter apart. Hands flat on the ground, head down and her ass pointing up at him, she waited.
Roger's cock bobbed wildly as he leered at those fabulous cheeks! He had to admit she had the best ass this side of a hentai comic!
Maybe better! Chun Li better!
"Please, M'Lord! Take me!" she literally pleaded to the grass under her chin.
Nodding, Roger took his cock in a shaking hand and guided his wildly drooling glans up against her dripping wet pussy. He bit down on his lower lip to keep from exploding from the red hot wet velvety heat of her labia as they eagerly wrapped around his cockhead tip.
Then Flare's hips wriggled, fast and hard, side to side, and threw his cockhead out of her pussy's entrance! "No, M'Lord! Not there!" she gasped in a high pitched whine. "No, my...other opening. PLEASE! Don't tease me! Use my...backdoor, you call it!"
Then her head shook back and forth. "Oh, Sir Roger! Don't make me beg! Fuck my ASS, Master! I need you in my ass, Sire! PLEASE! I'm begging you!"
Momentary shock giving way to cheap male opportunism, Roger's grin returned, twice as wide as before. Not wanting to look a gift buttfuck in the anal pore, he planted his left hand atop the Elf's tailbone and pushed down, fixing her hips still. Then he once again took his cock in his right and...
No sooner than he press his hugely swollen glans between her firm, full asscheeks and right up against her deeply buried pink pore then Flare pushed back with her arms and drove her anal sphincter completely over and around his flaring crown of his cockhead!
"OOOH!" the Elf squeaked.
"OOOOH! Fuck!" Roger groaned, desperately fighting the urge to spew right then and there. Damn, she was hot! He didn't remember her being this hot the other times he had been in her butt!
Then the frantic Elf kept pushing!
And her wickedly spread anal pore started gobbling up inches, feet of Roger's divine godcock! All he had to do was stand there and watch Flare's fabulous ass slide smoothly towards his hips, gobbling eighteen dwarfsteel hard inches of arm thick shaft along the way!
And Roger whimpered as her velvety walls mercilessly frictioned him off. He was instantly helpless, paralyzed by the wet-hot pleasure of her gut walls buffing his expansive cockhead. There wasn't a thing he could do except submit. By the time she was halfway to his hips, his cock was jerking in its preorgasmic dance and there was nothing he could do to stop it except pull out of her.
And he wasn't about to do that!
Looking again through the bushes, feeling his softball sized nuts press tightly against his loins in preparation of delivering another pint of spooge into famished Elven bowels, he could clearly see Gem squatting under her equally agitated steed. Both males, it seemed, were loosing this sex combat.
Together and quickly!
Gem was honking upon her horses prick the way Roger fantasied she would upon his own...deep, fast, and sloppily! She was swallowing well over a foot of horsecock with each of her sloppy, fast, and enthusiastic plunges. She had tons of precum and spit hanging in long, ropy strands from her chin and tits as she worked for her breakfast. Her mount's impressive nuts, nearly melon sized, were already tight against the doomed male animal's loins.
He was ready.
Then Flare's perfectly curved and bulging buttocks pressed hotly against Roger's hips, and her cock stuffed guts abruptly contracted upon his jumping, Elf swallowed cock.
He was ready!
"Oh Baby, I'm...I'm gonna...gonna..." Roger babbled, filling his hands with Flare's near double handfuls of tit-meat while keeping his eyes locked on the cocksucker Gem.
Flare, sounding strangely triumphant for having eighteen inches of godcock stuffed up her bowels, answered him, "...cum? Yes, Master, fill me! Cum! Cum! Please!"
Then Gem reached out and put her mount out of his misery by clutching his cummakers. With an uncharacteristic whiny, Gem's horse obeyed her ball milking command.
And two streams of yellowish-white gunk, lumpy, slimy, ropy and dribble-wet all at the same time, spewed out her flared nostrils to extend completely to the grassy ground between her squatting knees.
And Roger howled as a red hot wave of molten wadd spewed through his anally sucked off cock and into the deepest recesses of Flare's guts. With Gem's desperate choking and gagging of oral service ringing in his ears, Roger lowered his head to Flare's warm, strong, smooth back and, whimpering like a baby, spewed and spewed into the squirming, squealing Elf's bottomless pit of a butt. Her belly swelled like she was pregnant, but he kept rhythmically cuming. Even when her bowels started their loud growling, he wouldn't-couldn't stop.
He couldn't stop as long as her magical colon continued to massage, milk, suck on his spewgasming cock.
And she wasn't about to let her colon stop. For she didn't want him to stop. She wanted to drain him.
Just like that Aesir had done last night.
And she would drain him. Utterly. Even better than the Aesir and Moonbeam together had done.
It was her destiny!
Carolyn, Ms Hobson, woke immersed in luxury and panting like a cheap whore. For long moments after achieving consciousness she could only lay there upon her sumptuous pillows, bare legs and arms far apart, absolutely still except for her tit heaving panting, while her shocked, confused, and torridly aroused mind desperately worked to calm her racing heart...and her quivering thighs.
Finally, with some semblance of calm, feminine control once again governing her naked body, if not also her feverish mind, she quietly congratulated herself: She had 'survived' her second night in Rita's velvet lined lesbian prison! She had doubted, last night, that she could have denied Rita's terrifyingly seductive lesbian...charms for a second night!
From the very first evening it had been obvious that Christina, Christina Ricci, hadn't been able to, if she had ever wanted to, resist that Elf's traumatic, to Carolyn, feminine seduction skills! The Elf was downright arrogant in displaying her sexual power over the Hollywood actress! While always expressed in a loving, giddy teenager-like way, Rita never let a moment pass where she could not demonstrate her total sexual possession of Ms. Ricci's body and soul!
Not only was the actress, much to her expressed utter mortification, seemingly always naked in Rita's presence, the Princess openly and constantly demanded, ordered, no less, the Human to display, no matter how unwillingly, her rather prodigious girl charms whenever and where-ever she found herself in Asgard! Everywhere Rita took Carolyn the afternoon that they had met, from the Elf's fabulously appointed apartments to the very center of Asgard, the Guild Market, Christina went with them...absolutely naked!
Often, while in public, she was clearly not happy, especially when Rita would casually paw her nicely padded asscheeks while talking to a fellow Guild Elf, but, sometimes sullenly, but always naked, Ms. Ricci would accommodate.
The open leering of other, mostly Guild, Elves as they strode through the Market did not help!
Carolyn just couldn't understand, hell, even believe, that such a strong willed woman as Christina Ricci would permit a waif of an Elf, (Inches shorter than the starlet, no less!) such humiliating familiarity and public display!
But instant acceptance, if not approval, came to Ms Hobson when they had returned to the relative reclusiveness of the Princess Elf's apartments and she had watched, mouth and eyes wide open in utter heterosexual horror, as Rita promptly locked Christina into the most torrid, full Hollywood ass grabbing, feminine soul stealing, lesbian enslavement embrace just inside the front door! And Christina, mewing and squirming in total delight and passion, returned the embrace, kiss and hip grind for kiss and hip grind!
Just to impose on the lesbianophobe watching her just who ruled in lesbian Asgard, Rita then broke the wet, sloppy, sex mound grinding kiss, looked at Carolyn with a broad, triumphant grin, and then placed her hands on Ms. Ricci's taller shoulders. With just the briefest of pulling down on the Hollywood actress' shoulders, she sent Christina to her knees...
Carolyn gasped an unconscious, "No!" when, unbidden further, Christina closed her eyes and, a face a mask of dreamy, love filled bliss, she pressed that beautiful Human face right into Rita's soft cloth covered loins! Passionately the actress kissed the Elf's barely covered twat!
And all Rita did was smirk at a now totally intimidated and, frankly, terrorized heterosexual Human! Despair for her heterosexuality and a concrete sense of sexual doom swept the quivering Ms. Hobson.
Rita's bedroom was much more like a palace, with highly polished cream colored marble floors, brilliantly pure white marble walls, and soft pink roof supporting pillars. The collection of rooms had to have the square footage of the near football field sized swimming pool in which she had first met Rita. Furniture, of the traditional Human model, was virtually nonexistent, reserved to low wooden dining tables and extensive, wall spanning book shelves. Instead the entire floor area outside of the dining area was virtually half covered with plush, soft pillows of various sizes from one foot by one foot to those who resembled mattresses in their dimensions.
Ms. Hobson's bed was composed of about three dozen two foot by two foot pillows stacked two deep and all pushed together and backed firmly against one nearly thirty foot long, cool white marble wall of the Princess' bedroom. Collectively they were deliciously soft and warm and comfortable...
Soft and warm and comfortable enough to entice her to sleep naked, and alone, the second evening.
The first evening she wore only her Elven pants, which were just as soft and comfortable as the pillows. Topless that first evening, her own impressively proportioned and formed breasts had proven to her just how deliciously velvet-like those pillows could feel against warm, naked female skin!
She had not relaxed the least little bit after waking from that first evening, even though she had gone to bed just a few feet from the Elf and nary an attempt at lesbian seduction from the Virgin Princess. But that first evening Christine had been literally in bed with Rita. Carolyn learned quickly that the Elf Princess was patient and confident.
Very confident with Humans!
That was the first evening. Abruptly, the next evening when it came time for sleep, her pants were no longer soft and comfortable enough to sleep in. Only her bare skin would be sufficient to sleep in this evening!
She really didn't know why she had that feeling. It just felt right to be naked...
Even as she tugged down her Elven pants right before the already nude Princess she told herself that it was not like her to willingly sleep naked, especially with an Elf in the room. She never slept naked! Not even when alone, and she no longer slept with anyone else in the same bed anymore... Not since Victor...died.
Looking up at the softly smiling, voluptuously naked little Elf as she pulled her pants off her ankles, Carolyn realized, worriedly, that Rita was having an...effect upon her!
She knew that Elves had a powerful influence upon Humans, especially Human women! That notorious Guild influence had been the prime motivation for Carolyn always keeping away from being alone with Guild Elves.
Until now! Now she was standing naked before one of the most notorious Guild Elves who, she swore, seemed to be leering at her!
And not only was the Elf notoriously successful with bedding Human women, but she was a natural, as all Elves were, with the use of magic. Rita was a wonder with White Magic! Teaching her the spells had been so simple, her exercises so successful the first time she tried them. So capable was the Elf that Rita had picked up all of Carolyn's basic White Magic techniques in just one afternoon!
But she would, naturally, when she'd had over three thousand years of practice in the White Arts!
Carolyn's train of thought broke sharply as a wicked wave of hot, wet pleasure surged abruptly through her, electrifying her from head to toe. The woman's eyes popped open, fixed on the ceiling thirty feet overhead. She couldn't help it, but to her eyes the ceiling now looked the color of...semen. With a ragged sigh she shuddered, as if cold. But she definitely wasn't cold.
She didn't have to look down, she knew her nipples were rigid, achingly swollen and hard atop her magically enhanced, full, conical tits. Likewise she knew...she could feel...that her naked, bald pussy was alarmingly, embarrassingly soaked.
All at once!
Without her desiring it!
Was the girl Elf using magic on her? Black sex magic?
She suspected that Rita had the ability to use Black Magic upon the willing. No doubt that Black Sex Magic had been used on Ms. Ricci. That first night proved that she certainly had Christina wrapped around her middle finger...er, fist!
But upon the unwilling, too? Carolyn had put up and steadily reinforced an entire series of past effective personal, sexual attack protection spells before she arrived here. They were still in force, as far as she could tell undiminished since she arrived. Yet that last reaction she had just experienced, overwhelmingly heating up her body almost instantaneously without her being even touched, contained all the characteristics of a sexual seduction attack!
Definitely Black Sex Magic!
If it was, then the magical attack had went through her defenses like a hot knife through butter!
No one, Human or not, had ever done that to her or any other Mage she had ever known!
Abruptly another shock swept her, this one purely mental. As if compelled to, but with a distinctly positive desire component included as a reward for exercising the compulsion, she experienced a great craving to return to her daydreaming. Only it was a particular daydream she craved.
She recalled what she had seen that first night, the evening after meeting the two luscious females at the pool:
They, the three of them, had played and giggled like schoolgirls far into the night, the starlet still, as always, stark raving naked. Even Carolyn eventually relaxed and joined in, from the safety, of course, of her couch, as they wolfed down obscene amounts of outrageously delicious but mostly nutritionally meaningless food obtained from the Guild Market. Then they entertained themselves with tales and other entertainments until well after dark.
Then Rita abruptly ordered Christina to douse the lamps and they went to their respective beds. Christina obeyed instantly and, for all appearances, happily. Then she climbed into Rita's bed without further command.
Within minutes Carolyn heard Christina in the darkness. At first she almost sounded like she was protesting something. Then the actress let out an alarmingly loud and drawn out moan...
Carolyn rolled over and gawked at the moonlit scene before her. It reminded her of something she had...experienced.
On the road to Elfthring.
When she had given the Amulet of Frigg to Roger.
Flare had done the same thing to her...
Rita was all over Christina, hungrily nursing on her plump, pear shaped chest fruit while running her right hand between the Human's squirming thighs. The Human's tits were already shiny wet, her jutting, pebble hard nipples betraying the quick, effective, and juicy nursing talents of the aggressive lesbian Elf!
Christina was looking at the suckling Elf, shaking her head frantically, whimpering for the Virgin Elf to stop, "Stop! Please! Not in-front of her! Please! Moan! Stop before...it...its too...too late...OOOHHH!"
With a sucking slurp Rita pulled off the nearly inch long nipple she had been feeding upon. Her pussy groping hand refused to stop. "It is already too late, for you!" She giggled, speeding up her hand rubbing between the Human's thrashing thighs. "You don't want me to stop, do you, my little Ricci?"
The Elf's thigh parting hand was abruptly shiny with wetness as it continued to powerfully, dominately plunge in and out between Christina's full thighs, always rubbing, constantly grinding down on where the actress' clit should be.
Carolyn realized that Rita both knew what she was doing and was relentless in doing it!
Christina just groaned and her fearful, humiliation scarred face dropped back upon the pillow.
She no longer could stop the Elf's assault.
She no longer wanted to stop the Elf!
Carolyn watched with wide, shocked eyes as Christina's thighs stopped their resistant grinding together around the plunging Elf hand and started to spread.
And spread.
And spread.
Until, with another moan, this one of major frustration and humiliation as well as of submission, the Hollywood starlet abruptly threw her knees 180 degrees wide apart, giving the aggressor all the access Rita could need or want.
Carolyn could clearly see now how wet, dripping, soaking wet, the movie actress' cunt had become. And how glistening wet Rita's twat rubbing hand had become! She was rotating it as she rubbed inexorably against Christina's intimate flesh, coating it with the Human's dribbling juices! Lubricating the entire hand with Ms. Ricci's pussy juice.
And abruptly, Carolyn knew why when she saw the fingers of that soaked hand extend outward and downward, towards Christina's wide open feminine opening.
Rita then proceeded to insert their tips into Christina's wide open puss hole.
Immediately a seriously distressed Christine popped her head up and, wide eyed, pleaded with the Elf for mercy, "Please! Not that! Anything but that! Not in-front of...her! Please! Have mercy! I can't take that again...not so soon after..."
Rita just chuckled, looking down at her now dripping wet hand work open Ms. Ricci's already wide open pussy, "Remember that movie you were in just before we...got together for the first time? Remember that line: 'Be afraid! Be very afraid!'?' Then the Elf looked right at Carolyn, who was making a half-hearted effort to pretend to be sleeping. "I will take away all your fears, Human!"
Then Rita jabbed her streamlined Elven hand into the wide open Human pussy.
Christina's shriek drowned out the sloppy pop of the fist entering her. But she did heave her pierced hips high off the pillows as her pussy opening closed spasmodically around Rita's wrist.
Carolyn saw Christina's nicely rounded and full buttocks hanging down, shiny with the Human's lubricating juices and literally dripping with girl dew. Rita was facing the fisted pussy, her back to the frantically head tossing starlet. Her forearm projecting out the obscenely spread pussy looked more like a baseball bat. Then Ms. Hobson saw the bulge in the actress' belly. It was just above her sex mound, on the way to her heaving navel, and it was about the size of a...
It was Rita's fist, pushing up Christina's belly flesh!
OHMYGOD!
The Human woman nearly jumped up in her fright. How could the girl permit such aggression?! How could she take such penetration?!
Then Carolyn answered herself, "How could you take Flare's fist, on the road to Elfthring?"
Guild Elves were good with their hands!
Christina clutched the Elf's shoulders frantically, her grimacing face scared with overwhelming penetration response, most of which unbelievably pleasurable. "OOOOOH! R...R...R...Rita! It's so...good! You're sooooo gooooood!" Christina warbled, crushed under the inhuman penetration.
Seemingly ignoring the starlet's near hysterical response, the Elf began pumping her arm vigorously in and out of the Human's thoroughly violated bellyhole. She would drive over half of her forearm, easily halfway to her bent elbow, into the Actress, only stopping when her knuckles smashed into Ms. Ricci's cervix. Then she would pull back, accompanied by the noisy, sloppy sucking of Christina's clinging, dribbling puss tube, until the Elf's wrist had passed out of the Human's opening.
Then she would just jab back in until Elf knuckles bounced again off of Human cervix.
Christine's belly swelled. It swelled and quivered. Then, when Rita had established a rapid and rhythmic in and out series of thrusts, that normally flat, smooth belly turned to jello.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Ms. Ricci babbled in an uncontrolled bark of mindless fistfuck as Elf fist repeatedly and relentless smashed against Human womb. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh Rita! Don't stop! PLEASE! Don't stop! It's so...GOOD!"
Rita grinned triumphantly over at the no longer pretending to sleep Human woman. As she did, while continuing to awesomely fist her victim, Christina, howling like a newlywed under the Best Man, threw her knees up over her Hollywood quality chest and sang the song of the fucked, praising her conqueror without restraint.
Rita just smiled, and fistfucked her starlet.
Now Carolyn lay upon her back, eyes fixed on the ceiling, trying to control her old persistent pant and the more recent sexual buzzing that continued to unabatedly course through her. Yes, she told herself, she had survived a second evening with Rita.
But, unlike the first night, last night she had been alone for yesterday Christine had left for Hollywood.
Carolyn couldn't help but notice how the starlet walked as if she had been riding a horse all day! Almost bowlegged!
But now she was alone with Rita, the Lesbian Monster! The Monster who hadn't had a victim the evening before!
Where Guild Elves like vampires? Do they need to..."feed" every evening? "Feed" on fresh Human heterosexuals?
Then she heard a sigh from her left. It was a soft, sweet sigh like a young woman, a teenager would make...
She didn't want to look over at the Elf.
But something in her head said, ordered, that she had to.
Turning her head, it seemed as if she were looking into another world...
A world from her past...
Even if it had never occurred to her, Carolyn knew it could have happened to her.
In her dim, youthful past.
Even if this world hadn't happened to her, she knew that she had once wanted this world to happen to her!
Desperately so, at one time long ago!
The pillows of Rita's 'bed' were only about three or four feet from her nose. Rita was laying across those pillows, her feet facing Carolyn's face, only a foot or so away. Behind the girl Elf early morning sunlight streamed in through lacy, diaphanous curtains swaying in the breeze. The pillars behind Rita's pillows gleamed with early morning intimacy.
Not time yet to get up for school...
Carolyn wasn't sure her thoughts that morning were not being imposed on her. She could not recall whether she had ever had thoughts or fantasies of lesbian lovemaking with another girl, even in her youth at an all girl's high school.
All she knew now was she oh so wished that she had experienced what was being played out before her right now!
Was this Elven Black Sex Magic?
She no longer cared...
Carolyn could see right up between the Elf's spread legs. Right up to her loins!
Rita was naked. Heartbreakingly naked!
And Carolyn could see everything!
Everything!
The Elf's thighs were full (for her height), firm, smooth and, most importantly, parted. Up between them were her loins. Her buttocks rested on the very edge of the Elf's bed's last pillow. Rita's pillow-like asscheeks hung over the edge of the pillow.
Between her thighs was nothing but smooth, hairless flesh broken only by a thin crimson line that was her untouched (by any male) pussy.
Above that pink slit her sex mound bulged impressively, also baby butt smooth. Then her belly, gently rising and falling with her building breathing. Her rib cage rose and fell too. Her breasts just rose!
Like two perfectly conical mountains the Elf's tits jutted upward. Smooth, full, with gravity defying firmness obviously inherited from her mother, the mountain tops were capped with flaming pink snowcaps that were, in turn, conical.
Carolyn had never seen such impressive suck cones!
Carolyn had went through that period, after puberty but before she was permitted to get around boys, where she became infatuated with other girls of her age...but sex wasn't really part of it...
Suddenly noticing her pant hardening, Carolyn briefly retreated from the dreamlike vision immediately before her: Why was she thinking about a nonexistent girl from her girlhood? She had never...
Then the fog outlined tunnel-vision returned, seizing her attention, her very consciousness, with overwhelming seductive potency:
She had spent the night, quite platonically, with the most attractive, well built girl in her all girls high school. It had been the cumulation of over a week's negotiation and planning between the two. And it had been only after they had checked each other out in the girls gym showers that they had finally mutually and quite silently agreed on spending a night together at the girl's house.
Even though they had slept that night, for that matter spent nearly the entire evening, starkly luscious, teenybopper naked, they each had slept in a bed to themselves. She had awoke naked, and alone. But there was a commotion coming from the other bed...
Now she was standing at the foot of the girl's bed, watching her lush naked form in the just rising sunlight...
Carolyn couldn't seem to be able to take her eyes away from that heavenly female form now outlined with misty early morning sunlight. Nor could she control the sudden rise in her breathing rate...
The whole universe seemed centered on the crystal clear visual tunnel highlighted on the Girl/Elf Princess. Carolyn's entire peripheral vision seemed a meaningless mass of swirling shadow and light, some impossible fog, with no amount of concentration could see through. The fog enshrouded periphery made it compulsory that Ms. Hobson concentrate her sight, mind, entire being on the incredibly beautiful figure beginning to writhe on the cushions before her.
Carolyn saw Rita's (For that was the girl's name.) hands rise from her sides to softly caress the broad underside of her jutting boobs. Slowly the dwarfed hands slid up and down the teenagers expansive breast-meat, hardly pressing in as it freely travelled, barely moving the firm skin as the hands passed. For a long, quiet moment the hands just raised and lowered over the taut skin enwrapping the bulging base of the young breast, moving over and over constantly and lightly, never so much as dimpling the sweet, curved surface of the girl's full boob.
Just as the soft, gentle stroking threatened to become habitual, repetitive enough to threaten commonplace status, the girl abruptly clutched herself, cupping and squeezing her buxom babyfeeders with spontaneous, yet quite authentic, passion. Immediately accompanying the dramatic beginning of her self-groping was a moan, just a brief, soft, quiet cry of released pleasure and sexual tension, but it spoke volumes to Carolyn about what was going through the beautiful, half asleep girl's mind at that moment.
Staring at the writhing nude teenager with misty, enraptured eyes, Carolyn saw her as yet untouched, vividly red nipples erect dramatically in time with the girl's self-administered boob squeezing.
Just like her own nipples were doing! Also without being touched!
Damn, she couldn't, or wouldn't, stop her panting!
The hands didn't linger in their tit clutching, though. Slowly they slid down, passing below those throbbing mounds and over her distinctly heaving ribcage. As they passed the edge of the ribs and entered the girl's belly area, the hands abruptly hopped up upon her long, pointed fingernails.
Now with each finger touching her smooth, sweet skin with only the tip of a fingernail, Rita began lightly stroking those fingernail tips across her velvety and taut teenaged flesh.
She started her light flesh clawing just below her navel, where her belly flattened into a broad sheet of gently heaving feminine delight. Moving side to side, each hand taking its own side of her belly, she idly stroked, tickling her belly, slowly moving down as well as repeatedly moving across herself.
Her belly jumped and heaved where ever those devilish claws roamed!
As the girl abused herself, taking her time, moving one fingernail stroke North for every two South, Carolyn nonetheless instinctively recognized the penultimate destination of those lightly scrapping, relentlessly advancing fingernails!
But the girl certainly was in no hurry. Slowly, sensuously her fingers travelled over the fluttering flesh, occasionally her hands moving in the same direction, more often in a more random, independent course. But the two handfuls of torturing fingernails always returned to a more southernly path.
Towards the girl's jutting, hypnotically babybutt smooth mons veneris!
Her advance may have been leisurely, to an increasingly agitated, and voyeuristic, Carolyn, perhaps, but the girl eventually, relentlessly, reached her goal. Seemingly with sudden abruptness, her right hand was tracing a fingernail tattoo over the bulging mound, and the Elf/girl hissed quite noticeably with the first contact. Her thighs visibly quivered as she continued to stroke back and forth over that jutting flesh covered pubic bone.
After just a couple passes her visibly shaking thighs spread further.
And Carolyn noticed that the tight, pink line directly between those full, firm, smooth thighs was no longer tight, or pink, or thin! It had thickened dramatically, and was no longer merely pink, but now more, much more, crimson. And were those the tips of wet, flaming red butterfly wings beginning to extend out about half way down her slit?
And those wings continued to extend as the Elf/girl went on stroking her sex mound. Her breathing built dramatically, her swollen, conical udders rising and falling much more rapidly. Soon Carolyn could easily make out Rita's labia, folded out not unlike the tips of a flaming red butterfly's wings. Her clit was clearly visible, jutting out at the apex of those labia.
Without warning or cause, Rita's left hand abruptly went back to her hard nippled boob, gripping it, squeezing it rhythmically. She was panting openly, wantonly now, her legs spread nearly twice as far apart as when she had started, her mound fondling hand stroking continuously, round and round her flushed, heated sex mound.
Then the nipple of her pawed boob lengthened further, growing wider, redder.
As if satisfied with her nipple reaction, Rita's hands simultaneously left both her boob and mound and, again applying their fingernails, slipped over the edge of her loins and plunged between her legs. With each hand stroking upon its fingernails down the flesh on each side of her wet, blatantly aroused pussy, the Elf/girl sent her knees back and apart until they were opposite each other, as far apart from each other as knees on a Human could go. She was giving herself all the room she had...she needed...to continue...no, to finish...the self torment of her wantonly displayed loins.
Her hands sent those fingernails down the inside of her wide spread thighs, then over the flesh between the inside edge of her thigh meat and her enflamed sex slit, and finally over the quivering plump muscles of her bulging asscheeks. Up and down again those fingernail armed hands went, only this time it was the lucky flesh under her mound and between her knees that was being mercilessly assaulted.
While the fingers were ever so careful to not actually touch the Elf's visibly wet, brilliantly crimson twat, her masturbatory assault produced an impressive display of feminine arousal down the middle of her loins! Her as yet untouched labia extended further, incredibly growing even more passionately red and glistening sodden! Her jutting clit became ever more demanding of attention in its throbbing and pulsing ostentation, sticking out a good half inch between those swollen labia.
All while those wicked fingernails stroked relentlessly up and down from the Elf's taut flesh flanking her mound all the way down to her buttocks hanging over the edge of her pillows.
Carolyn bit down on her lower lip to stifle a suddenly rising moan as, feet before her wide eyed, gawking vision the sweet girl's hips began to writhe, to rotate around an imaginary shaft driven straight up through the middle of her being, centered right where her, as yet unviolated, feminine opening lay. Faster and faster her loins danced, quicker did her teasing fingers slide up and down alongside her now literally dripping wet and fully open pussy. It was as if she were going to orgasm without actually touching her virginal womanhood!
But remarkably, at the very moment where the panting Carolyn was certain the girl had lost all control, all self restraint, her stroking hands abruptly abandoned her ready to explode loins! Immediately they rushed up and cupped, no...clutched, her swollen udders. Deeply those fingers dug into her boobs, her digits sinking into her generous breast-meat. She squeezed and milked her melons, and Carolyn found herself helplessly entranced as the Elf's nipples swelled further...
And turned even more vividly fiery red!
Then...
Carolyn cried out in shock when both nipples gave forth with twin spouts of...milk! Suddenly each nipple was spraying, like a lawn sprinkler, multiple thin, tiny jets of creamy milk! Pure white, almost misty jets of mother's milk!
The sprays were unending, not ceasing even when the Elf's boob milking hands released her plump babyfeeders. The sprays jetted inches into the air, the aerosolized milk then falling gently as a shower of love to soak down their swollen feminine source. Soon her boobs were soaked to bright glistening with the stuff.
And still her magnificent jugs refused to stop spouting!
A big, satisfied smile on her lush face, though her eyes were still closed, the girl/Elf sent her right hand to run its fingers over the spouting nipple of her left milk gland, soaking her digits in sweet, wet mother's love. Then that milk dripping hand dove between her very wide spread thighs!
And two fingers of that hand immediately plunged between the girl's already wide spread labia!
Rita sighed wantonly as the two fingers travelled down her well parted labia, hesitated dangerously at her still sealed sex pore, then, admirably resisting the temptation of opening up her temple of virginity, rose up to her impatiently throbbing clit.
Skillfully she caught the throbbing little love nubbin between her index and middle finger. Then she began sawing the two fingers together...with the clit trapped between them!
"OOOOOHHHHH!" the girl moaned, long, loud, and lewdly, as Carolyn gawked right down between her wide spread legs, the flying fingers locked in her voyeuristic sight. For a long moment the girl/Elf panted and whined as her fingers expertly twirled and pulled on her little phallus. Then, as if the pleasure had overwhelmed her last measures of self-respect and propriety, the girl's/Elf's knees rose right up into the air and then back while her knees pressed back into her mattress just below her armpits and her thighs were flat against the bed alongside her waist.
Shuddering in nearly uncontrollable excitement and sexual emotion surging through her, Carolyn bit down, hard, on her lower lip to keep quiet. Never had she seen such an...obscene display by a girl!
As if she abruptly decided that the clit sawing was not sufficient for her purposes, the ever more desperate girl released her clit, then placed the pads of her two fingers upon the jutting little girl-prick. Then she began rotating those two fingerpads around and around over her unhooded clit, pressing down firmly as she spun. Faster and faster she ground down, trapping her clit between the unyielding bone and flesh of her finger and the even less yielding pubic symphysis. She began frigging herself off in a blur of rotating finger sweeps, right before an awed, shocked, horribly excited Carolyn, in no uncertain terms!
Her breathing increased in depth and loudness, but, in compensation, it also became more rhythmic and patterned. As the pattern of her gasps became more regular, the depth of her gasps became deeper, ever more forced. Her fingers flew around her now nearly invisible clit, and the girl's bent back thighs began quivering violently as she tilted up her loins towards her imaginary, and very skilled, lover.
Higher and higher the girl took herself, forcing herself to head tossing, sweat streaming, lip gnawing, toe curling passion. Her pants became more like that of a mule, or horse laughing. Her heaving chest, arm and belly muscles in tetanic lock, her furious grimace made Carolyn, panting herself, fear the girl's heart would burst!
Higher and higher she drove herself, tilting up her loins at Carolyn as if reaching with her little clit for a desperately needed orgasm. An orgasm just out of reach. For a century long moment the deliciously beautiful, wet dream naked, teenaged sex fiend froze. Toes curled, teeth sunk deeply into her lower lip, sweat streaming down from plastered down hair, arm, leg, belly muscles locked in rock-like relief, nipples swollen and still spouting milk, the only part of her moving, besides her wildly heaving ribcage, was those two fingers furiously twirling around her nearly purple clit.
Then the moment passed and the girl, with a barely suppressed scream of utter, terminal frustration, dropped her hips back to the pillows and released her button. She collapsed into a whining, sweating heap, her knees still up over her ribs, her belly quivering in near-orgasm.
Carolyn stared at her throbbing, unfulfilled clit, fiery red and nearly an inch long.
The girl had not cum.
Then the girl opened her eyes and saw Carolyn standing there, at the foot of her bed, gawking at her wide open twat!
The still panting girl didn't hastily drop her legs and close her thighs, nor did she cover herself.
Instead, she smiled. Right at Carolyn!
"I...I cannot seem to...get myself off!" she said in a high pitched, Chihuahua voice. "I was never very good at making myself cum! I've always been good at getting others...my friends, off!"
Carolyn blinked. She suddenly felt the boiling need for...relief in her own soaking wet loins. Abruptly, looking at that stacked, wide open, sweaty and smiling girl/Elf had made her own achievement of orgasm the most important thing of her life!
"Are you my...friend?" she asked coyly, flashing a devastating smile. "I love to...have friends in the morning!"
Carolyn could see the girl...with unusually long ears?...leer at her own nakedness. Her eyes openly, slowly travelled down Carolyn's teenaged body, from her smaller, though still bigger than average, firm young tits capped by pebble hard, pink nipples, past her own heaving ribcage to her softly curved belly centered by a deep, dark navel...
Then the lecherously leering eyes of the girl/Elf locked on Carolyn's bulging, hairless (Like, it was the STYLE in high school this year, fur shur!) sex mound...and the stiff, unhooded, little pink clit peaking out from below it!
Just like Carolyn was now staring at the girl's upturned, dripping wet, passion pink pussy!
"If you...do me," the girl husked in a surprisingly high pitched, passion filled voice, "I'll do you! Real good!" she added, big boobs heaving with a shuddering sigh of pent up passion. "I'm good...with girls!" she added, shyly.
Carolyn's tunnel-vision was almost complete. All she could see clearly, all she now wanted to see, was the lush naked teenager laying before her, legs back, loins offered up, all wet, hot, pink! All the youthful firmness, beauty, wantonness, NEED she wanted in a girl so long ago, when in high school, was now here...for her! She wanted Carolyn to take her! Except for the ears, she was the spitting image of that girl...sophomore year...what was her name? Oh, yeah! Rita! Damn did she have a crush on her that year!
And now that long lost love was presenting her precious pussy to her, Carolyn! And begging her to eat her! Begging!
Never pass up a gift second chance for lost love, or at least a good fuck!
Even if the girl, and the situation, even the hypothetical high school, had never really existed, Carolyn now believed the Elf Princess' hallucination, heart and soul.
That was the power of Black Sex Magic! It was all in the subconscious mind.
Tears welling in her eyes, Carolyn suddenly found herself nodding, over and over.
Now the long eared teenager was holding her arms out to her, her smile dazzling as her legs stayed back against the mattress. Then Carolyn was climbing upon the girl's mattress, supporting herself on her own extended arms, right between those well parted thighs and not more than a foot or so from that delicious, soaking well, spread wide pussy...
She crawled forward, without orders, into the girl with the incredibly long ears' arms. As soon as her head slipped between the girl's hands, those hands gripped her by her own, much shorter, ears and directed...no, not accurate...forced Carolyn's wide eyed face right into that upturned twat! As she pressed Ms. Hobson's face into the first pussy the woman had ever tasted, the increasingly Elf-like teenaged girl added, quite sincerely, "I love you, Carolyn, my woman!"
Carolyn didn't, couldn't reply for her face was nearly enwrapped with soaking wet, red hot Elf labia. But she didn't mind. She had never tasted anything as...wonderful as Elf pussy! The coppery taste, the endless flow of crystal clear, sweet tasting pussy juice, the deep belly heat was divine!
The hands gripping her ears let her have a couple of licks across the sealed opening into Elf belly before hauling her face up to the demanding little prick at the apex of her labia.
As if on instinct, Carolyn's mouth opened and captured the stiff pebble. At once she began to suck, hard and long.
Immediately Rita howled, "YYYYES! Oh YES! That's IT! Oh you darling! Right there! Please don't stop! PLEASE! I'll do anything! Just don't...urgh! Cuming! YES! DARLING, YES!"
Then the Elf's hips heaved, driving Carolyn's head a good foot higher up off the mattress. Then the Elf froze, arched madly up, with Ms. Hobson most eagerly nursing on her fully unhooded love button. For an eternity (Maybe a minute in 'real' time.), Rita held the actively clit sucking Carolyn atop her arched up hips. Then she broke.
Carolyn gripped the Elf's hips as Rita howled her orgasm, holding her against her face as they dropped back to the bed. Then, with Rita's hips writhing in the pillows and Carolyn's face eagerly nursing on clit, the Elf exploded all over the Human's cunt licking face! Suddenly Carolyn's face was drenched with the Elf's clear lubricant! And it was so hot! Delicious!
Slurping up the juices, Carolyn's upraised hips began to shudder, then sway, then jerk up and down, violently, as if she were humping an invisible male's organ. Without warning Carolyn was cuming herself! Physically untouched nor stimulated, without the least warning from her pussy sucking obsessed body, unstoppable waves of piercing pleasure originating from her stiff little clit surged through the woman, irresistibly forcing her to explode violently in mind dissolving orgasm with her face still deeply buried in gushing Elf twat.
Carolyn's eyes, above the Elf's bald sex mound, rolled up into her skull as the will crushing orgasmic pleasure surged through her, reducing her mind to fucked mush. The fuck possessed Human filled her hands with wet, plump Elven buttocks and hefted Rita's pussy up even tighter to her slurping face.
Rita smiled sweetly in gratitude and stroked the jerking, whimpering, white eyed Human's hair as Ms. Hobson jerkily exploded for her. When Carolyn finally came down, the powerful orgasm dissipating, she collapsed, her face still half buried in Elf twat. Minutes later, when she could focus her bleary eyes once again, she saw Rita's face from between her towering tits.
She wasn't smiling. Her lips were silently moving, and her eyes were almost closed.
Casting a spell? Carolyn thought just before her big ass demanded that she raise it high up into the air again!
She immediately obeyed for she felt her own clit, just as furiously stiff and throbbing as the recently sucked off Rita's, began sending the most torrid and unstoppable signals of pure pleasure back to her brain. The trouble was, no one was touching it!
Yet the pleasure built, relentlessly, ruthlessly. The more Rita prayed, the more desperately hot Carolyn became.
Carolyn finally whined. She was so hot! So desperately hot!
Rita stopped her spell casting and looked into Carolyn's wide open eyes. "Do you want more? Do you?" She already knew what the answer would be.
Carolyn quickly and desperately nodded.
"Good! Then take care of me and I'll take care of you! I'll have you cuming harder than any man who has ever known you!"
Then Rita hesitated.
Carolyn, with a start, remembered the deal she had just agreed to required that she initiate the action. At once she latched onto the Elf's clit and began sucking.
"AAAH!" Rita signed, smiling. "That's good! You're getting good! Very Good!" Then she started up the speel casting...
As her hips began jerking, and then vigorous humping an imaginary horsecock to the accompaniment of will crushing, mind blanking, scream inducing pure sexual bliss, Carolyn began to understand the...uses of Black Sex Magic! When, seconds later, she helplessly exploded, squirting, drenching the insides of her thighs with her own liquid passion and squealing uncontrollably into Rita's face enwrapping pussy, she knew how effective it was.
And that it, and Rita, had her!
Drow Queen Embla was not happy. That, in and of itself, was not that unusual for Queen Embla was usually not happy whenever she was forced to deal with non-Underdark dwellers or persuaded to leave the comfortable duskiness of Svartalfheim, her capitol. It made nothing better the fact that she was standing in the subterranean floor, the former dungeon, of the ancient ruins known as the Guilguid Watchtower, waiting to meet an admittedly treacherous Wood Elf! And not only just an untrustworthy Elf, but one allied with the Dark Lords!
The only thing worse in Embla's mind than being forced to wait on that Mage Desiree was to be forced to wait on a Guild Elf like that cow Thora!
Loki had created the Drow along with the other Elven races back in the beginning. Embla, of course, believed that the Drow were created first, but that is another story. Loki knew, being omniprescient, that the Dark Lords would try anything and everything to overthrow and then destroy His world of Lokin. That included filling the Impassable Mountains with all kinds of mentally defective, brutal, bestial things to deprive His Elves of their just share of the riches of His Land.
The Drow were created to patrol the Underdark, within the Impassable Mountains, and keep such riffraff in control. Thus they had much the same duties as of those Elf that patrolled the plains and low hills of Alfheim, the Guild (or Light) Elves. The Drow were the Dark Elves and kept the darkness for Loki, for when He, and His Cock, of course, returned.
Of course, Loki had additional purposes for the Drow! Personal purposes! They were Elves, after all!
The most beautiful of all Elves!
There were many a day, week, century that Loki, and His Cock, would light up their underground cities, most often in Svartalfheim-Embla's Throne City. His Cock would glow and reflect off their shiny ebony faces, taut, ribbed, swarthy bellies, or curved, firm, bulging slate-hued asses just as vividly as any weakly pale Wood or Guild Elf's. And any Drow belly or mouth was just as accommodating to His Divine Prick, more so even, than any Guild Elf on any day!
And the Drow's missed His...disappearance just as painfully...more so...than any Guild Elf!
All the more so for, to Queen Embla, the Great Lord Loki had not fulfilled her destiny, her holy responsibility. He had visited her regularly, as often as she could possibly expect considering the thousands of Elves He was responsible for fucking...But ultimately He had not given her, nor any other Drow, the satisfaction of her great Want: Of giving her Drow people His child.
Worse, she knew that, in the shame of shames for the Drow, that Loki HAD left an offspring in Lokin before He had departed. But He left it with the wrong Elves!
For three thousand years Queen Embla had been forced to accept that the Great Lord Loki had impregnated Thora, the cow Queen of the Guild Elves, instead of Embla! The realization that Queen Embla had been slighted by her God, had not been given child by Lord Loki, had burned away in her for Eons.
It had contributed to the Drow's utter hatred of the Guild. There was no opponent, no enemy more distrusted, more disliked...no, hated, then the light skinned, yellow haired Elves of the plains.
It was a good thing that Loki had made all Elves immortal...
The Drow were skilled above all other Elves in personal combat and merciless when their blood was up in battle!
But the problem did not lay with the Drow or some nonexistent lack of beauty! Queen Embla was not unattractive! Hardly! Drow were the most beautiful of Elves! True, they were not as...filled out as Guild Elves. But then no self-respecting Drow could traverse the near blackened corridors of the Underdark with a pair of udders like Thora hauled around! But Lord Loki had provided them with physiques that permitted Him to enjoy their bodies, repeatedly, nonetheless!
No! The fault lay not with the Drow! It was the scheming, shameless hussies of the Guild! They tricked Lord Loki...played on His male weakness for bosoms: big, jutting udders...They seduced her Lord Loki with a cow of a Queen, Thora!
She would get her revenge!
Embla was tall for a Drow, almost five foot four inches tall. Her figure was typical Elven hourglass, just not as dramatic as a typical Guild Elf like Flare. Her breasts were large by Drow standards, nearly a handful and a half, and her hips, too, were wider than Drow average. All in all she wouldn't be kicked out of any God's bed, that was for sure!
But the Drow in general were less voluptuous than other Elves, especially Guild Elves. Their breasts rarely exceeded an adult Human male's handful, (Which was plenty for any male god!) and their hips, while looking almost girlish next to a fully developed Guild Elf, still were quite feminine and could accommodate Lord Loki's Organ with ease.
Their skin was uniformly black: deep, reflective, glistening as if wet, black. Their red eyes and brilliantly white hair made for a dramatically beautiful contrast that bewitched other Elves. That and the sex poisons and black sex-magic they were justifiably noted for producing. Their sex poisons were merciless upon an Elf, or Human, and never failed to produce the desired, the demanded, overwhelmingly heated sexual response in the Drow's victim.
Even though they officially hated other, especially Guild, Elves, they were not prevented from...enjoying the occasional Elf captive thoroughly! Drows were famous in Lokin for their 'persuasive' abilities with other Elf. They had raised the level of their lesbionic interrogation and, yes, torture, skills to a fine pitch, unmatched anywhere, even in Jotunheim.
Once in the expert hands of the Drow, no Elf, Drow or otherwise, could resist their inquiry, could deny them the truth, for long. Worse, for the Guild, no Elf could deny their lesbian power to enslave...
Drows were the only Elf race to enslave other Elves. It wasn't for hard manual labor in the mines that they did this. There were dwarfs and other mentally slow, usually male creatures, that were more than happy to pound away on the endless rock for the mineral wealth the Drow used in their trading. Such males were at their happiest best using their muscles instead of their menial minds anyway.
No, Elven slaves were purely sexual toys, means of demonstrating a Drow's ability at lesbian enslavement, to show the weakness and inferiority of the other Elven races. They were also valuable bait to induce ransom from their families and villages.
The only problem was the slaves then had a very difficult time leaving their Drow Mistress'! The Drow were that...persuasive!
Embla stood on the dirt floor of what had been the dungeon of the mostly ruined Tower, hands on her hips, looking around with a displeased countenance. Like the rest of the Tower, the lower floor was round, some thirty or so feet in diameter. Outside of bare block walls the only structure was a centrally located stone altar nearly three foot high and four foot on a side.
Nothing else.
"Well, Desiree, I am here, as you requested!" she spoke loudly, irritated by Desiree's tardiness. She looked at her two personal guards behind her, then grinned at them. "Are you afraid of facing the Queen of the Drow?"The guards grinned back.
Her guards were both fine examples of Drow warrior: Elfish tall, they were slim with typically Drowish shiny ebony skin and nearly asscrack long bright white hair. Their Drow red eyes now glowed with alertness. They wore simple soft tights-like pants with thigh and hip guards, and armored breastplates with underlying leather padding over their smooth, naked chests. A cone shaped iron battle helmet sat between their long, black ears to protect their heads. They were armed with short swords at their hip and a five foot long hardwood lance topped by a eight inch long, dwarfsteel spear point. A two foot wide, round shield finished their equipment.
Embla continued to look around her, her right hand unconsciously and slowly dropping to her own short sword hilt. She wore a similar pair of soft tights, these dark instead of her guard's light brown, that clung to the Queen's round, firm ass just as much as Flare's did across her own lush Guild tail. Above her waist band was a tunic that left the inner half of her breasts exposed as well as the Queen's entire narrow, flat, smooth midriff.
Other than her long, black ears, and the pre-knowledge that she was actually older than the Human Western Civilization itself, she looked not unlike a typical mall-rat teenybopper. A mall-rat that was becoming more and more irritated by the minute over the tardiness of her 'date'.
Then, with a sharp 'pop' and a brief out-rushing of air, Desiree was there. Even though, in reality, she was only a couple inches taller than Embla, she appeared like she was looking down upon the Drow Queen from on high. She wore only her split side dress, the outer parts of her hips and legs naked with only two floor length strips of cloth in front and back. Like Moira's dressing style, Desiree was now topless to accentuate her new chest. Since her 'meeting' with Moira she had magically enhanced her tits, and wanted to show them off. While still Elven perfect cones, they now looked intimidatingly huge compared to Embla's.
They were exactly twice as big, Desiree knew.
She had planned it that way.
Desiree glanced first at Embla's two guards who had immediately presented their spears and took two strides towards her in response to her sudden and unexpected appearance.
Queen Embla held up her hand, her formerly sword hilt resting hand, and stopped the guards in their tracks. "There is no need for protection," Embla calmly said to Desiree through her guards. "For this is Desiree, my Friend! There is no need to protect me from my Friend, is there?"
Desiree smiled serenely. She knew full well, as all Elven folk knew, that Drow had no 'Friends'! Just other females that they fucked, either willingly or not! "Of course not, Queen Embla! I hold your friendship as most valued of all my...acquaintances!"
"Please, my Dear, call me Embla!"
"I am honored! And I am honored that you fulfilled our agreement to meet here!"
"If I can be of any service to you, the Drow only need to be asked!" These pleasantries were rotting my teeth, Embla thought while maintaining her sweet, completely insincere smile. "You have made good use of the sex-poisons we provided your...agents, I trust?"
Desiree's smile broadened...dangerously, "Oh, I assure you that my Cockbats and other...assistants have, by now, injected, and doomed, many a Guild Elf with your brilliantly researched and skillfully prepared alchemistic weapons. And I recognize my debt to the Drow for their assistance! I have come to do the Drow a service, in small payment of this debt! To do you, My Queen a...service! I just have a simple request of the Drow, first."
"First?"
"I need you to capture a woman, a Human, for my use...er...interrogation."
"This woman, where is she?"
"She will be nearby, on the Plains of Karlisbad..."
"Why do you need the Drow? Why can you not obtain her yourself?"
"She is a Mage of some renown, and the Plains of Karlisbad provides no above ground locations to plant an ambush."
"But the Drow have the extension of the UnderDark nearly completely under the Plains of Karlisbad..." Embla said, nodding in understanding, and not a little respect of Desiree's knowledge of the Drow lands...the UnderDark. "It could be done. But why? For what purpose? Is this for the Dark Lords?"
Dark Lords where nearly as high on the Drow hatred list as Guild Elves.
Desiree smiled, but not as broadly. "We will be warring with the Guild, with Queen Thora's Army, soon. I need...knowledge that the Human has."
"Why should the Drow help the Dark Lords? They are no allies of the Drow! Never have!"
"Because you hate Queen Thora and the Guild worse than the Dark Lords!"
"Is this woman under the protection of the Guild, then?"
Desiree nodded briskly, once.
"We have a peace treaty with the Guild! Taking that woman when under Guild protections would violate that treaty! The Elven Peace has been kept for three thousand years! Why should we invite clan war over your wanting a Human?"
Desiree smiled more broadly. "Because, firstly, there will be no Guild to fight a war with the Drow. I will defeat Queen Thora!"
Embla laughed. "With the Dark Lords!? How? With Orcs? The Guild could cut an army of Orcs to ribbons almost as easily as the Drow!"
Desiree's smile continued. "But I will not use Orcs! I have Loki-Kai!"
"What? Loki-Kai? What are those? I have not heard of such..."
"Let me show you!" Desiree interrupted, rapidly circling her head with her right hand three times.
With lightning like abruptness there were two more, even louder, detonations and air swirled violently around the dungeon for a brief, but dusty, moment. When the dust had settled after the stiff breeze finally subsided Embla abruptly made out that there were two other...things in the room with them!
They were tall, over seven foot she quickly estimated, and hairy with brutish, ape-like faces. Beneath those faces hung long, immensely muscular arms, and further down were short, but even more impressively muscular, legs. Those appendages were attached to a massive, furred trunk that, seemingly naturally for these creatures, also bulged with improbable amounts of flexed, ribbed muscle.
Then Embla hissed when she saw the "muscle" jutting up from between their huge thighs!
It looked like...it glowed like...but no! Impossible! It couldn't be! Not for three thousand lonely years!
Loki's Cock?!
Fifteen inches of glowing, jutting, throbbing Divine Dong!
As she gawked in startled immobility, her guards responded to the abrupt presence of the towering invaders with admirable courage and celerity. Instinctively each Drow turned to face the snorting, grunting beast to her side, raising her tucked underarm spear in one arm and bringing her shield before her in the other in preparation to defend her Queen.
But the beasts were too close to the turning guards already, and they, too, demonstrated surprising quickness for such huge, cumbersome appearing creatures. As each Drow swiftly turned, each opposing beast caught the shaft of the Drow's spear just behind the long, deadly spearpoint in one dexterous hand and, with a simple snap of its thumb and forefinger, shattered the forward half of the spear shaft into splinters.
The beasts then grinned, both stupidly and with totally evil arrogance, at the shocked expressions on the Drow guards.
But Drow were made of stern, courageous stock, and the guards immediately reached across their hips for their short swords. At the distance they were from their adversaries, those swords would be even more threatening to the chortling apes standing over them than had been their spears!
But, as if the Loki-Kai had been anticipating such a move, once each Drow had seized the hilt of her sword but had not had the time to draw it, each beast sent its other hand to grip its own Drow guard by her waist, nearly encircling that most Elven-like narrow midsection, and trapping the Drow's sword hand in the beast's palm!
Then the smirking ape-like creatures, before the anguished faces of their Drow opponent, pointed down to their loins with their free hand.
Simultaneously the guards glanced down to see the glowing, straining, drooling fifteen inch long cocks of the Loki-Kai beasts nearly thrust into heir faces.
And the Drow guards' struggles stopped in their tracks!
Embla strained her will to fight down the awful rush of submissive lust, anciently programmed into all Elves by Loki, that just seeing...they just couldn't be...Loki's Cock instantly, and involuntarily, forced upon her. Even with a maximal expression of Royal Discipline and the rock solid logic of her extensive and most advanced education of over three thousand years, the deeply startled, ebony skinned Queen barely maintained her composure before the heart pounding thrust, and belly melting glow, of those impossible organs.
She suddenly and oh so desperately wanted to drop to her knees on the dirt floor and orally worship those Cocks till each drenched her in Holy Semen!
But she was the Queen of the Drow! She would not debase herself before such unworthy, un-Drow beasts!
Unfortunately, her guards were not made of as stern a material as their Queen. They had not the benefit of the education, training, and discipline of the Drow Royal House. They were frozen in place, eyes wide and locked on apparent Loki Cock.
But they were not locked in place out of fear. No, it was fascination! The Drow were seized by a fascination, a devout love, really. They were literally drooling over a God's Cock they hadn't seen, touched, tasted in three thousand years...
In their minds.
Desiree stepped up to Embla and put her arm around the Queen's shoulders. Holding the quivering, panting Drow intimately close to her powerful frame, she softly spoke, arrogant, almost motherly pride dripping from each word, "Don't worry, my Dear! Just watch what my Loki-Kai will do to your enemies, the Guild! Then we'll talk about what I will give you!"
To Embla it was horrible, and humiliating, what the Loki-Kai did to her guards and how easy a time they had doing it. Like huge, monstrously powerful apes they resembled, the animals literally toyed with the Loki Cock mesmerized Drow.
While it rapidly became obvious that the beasts were quite slow on the uptake, once they learned the solution to a problem, most often quite by accident, the leather knots that held the Drow armor on to her guard's bodies for instance, the clanging of falling metal was deafening.
Embla was mortified to her core when she, as well as the proudly smirking Desiree, saw how fiercely hard the untouched nipples of her guards were when their breastplates were taken from them. Not only were the Drow mesmerized, but furiously aroused as well by the towering hairy brutes! Then the potentially devastating strength of the beasts was amply demonstrated when the Loki-Kai simply shredded the guard's remaining pants as if they were the thinnest tissue!
Even crudely, demeaningly stripped naked, forcibly exposing bright white pubic hair patches atop absolute black sex mounds that contrasted vividly with the gaudily crimson slashes of their floppy lipped pussies, the guards still couldn't take their wide and bright red eyes off the jutting penile monsters before them.
But time was up for the guards. Without further delay the Loki-Kai hoisted its Drow by his grip on her waist high into the air. Then, with its other hand, the ape effortlessly forced each Drow to spread her pussy defending thighs wide. After a moment of almost clinical inspection of the Drow's nether area's just exposed and most feminine charms, the Loki-Kai, satisfied with the Drow's wide spread pose, simply and mercilessly forced the fully betrayed and presented guard's womanhood down and then brutally around the Loki-Kai's overwhelming pricks.
Embla gasped and jerked in Desiree's strong shoulder grip, shocked into near hysteria as her helpless guards thrashed and screeched upon the evil, monstrous poles of Desiree's beasts. Relentlessly, no...handily, the Drow were driven down around the nearly upright, arm thick pricks of the snorting, chuckling Loki-Kai. Their bellies swelled readily, spreading for the invading slabs of bestial meat. Their knees bent and then raised in order to open their hips further to give yet more room to their assailants! The vision drove home the horrible, inescapable truth to the panting, sweating Queen: Her guards were wailing in utmost and irresistible bliss, more than happy to be impaled on glowing, divine-like bestial prick!
"Now you see the power of my Loki-Kai!" Desiree proclaimed. Her shoulder gripping hand slipped off and dropped to Queen Embla's jutting ass. She dominately gripped the smaller Elf's right asscheek.
Embla gasped when the Mage's fingers dug into her butt meat. It sent such a submissive thrill through her.
Then, as if on command, the two beasts lowered the honking, shrieking Drows until their were horizontal, laying in their rapists' massive, hairy arms. Then the Loki-Kai knelt, dropping gently their fuck-toys to the dirt floor. The overwhelmed, wildly thrashing Drows disappeared under their 'partners' as the Loki-Kai proceeded to easily and fully mount them.
For Loki-Kai use.
Then there was only the powerful, masterful driving of divinely endowed hips into wide open, receptive Drow girl guts.
Desiree, pawing both of Embla's jumping buns, turned to the openly sweating Queen. "Let them...enjoy each other, shall we? We have business to discuss!"
Embla swallowed noisily, then slowly turned away from the monstrous orgy. Desiree kept up her outrageous groping of her ass the entire turn around. Facing the Mage, the Queen tried to regain her composure. "Now, let us finish with our business, D...Desiree!" She pushed at the offending, ass grabbing hand. "Must you do that?"
Desiree flashed her broad, and dangerous, smile. "Oh, I must! I must get closer to you, and the Drow, if my plans will reach fruition! Besides, from the look of your nipples poking through your vest, I think you...appreciate what I am doing to you!"
Wiping sweat from her brow, Embla gave up trying to remove the ass attached hand. "Just what do you need the Drow for? Besides obtaining that woman for you, that is."
Desiree probed into Embla's deep asscrack, tucking the material of her tights into the cleavage. "Queen Thora has sent a troop of Guild Elves to invade the Impassable Mountains. Part of that troop is protecting the Mage, who calls herself Ms. Hobson. This troop is lead by...Gem..."
"I have heard of her," Embla said, trying to ignore the rising pleasure of Desiree's goosing exploration of her tailcrack. "She is a formidable warrior."
Desiree's smile dropped a bit. Reluctantly she briefly nodded. "She is leading a party of Mages and troops, and, I believe, a Man into your territory..."
"A 'Man'?" Embla broke in, disbelief in her voice.
"I am almost certain of it. An Agent of mine, the Fairy Moonbeam, has reported that there was a Man in the party. I do not understand how he has survived this long, but I am not really concerned about him. It is a Mage, Hermione, that concerns me. She has the Amulet of Frigg."
"So?"
"It has the location of the Brisingamen. Do the Drow know of its location? It is in the Impassable Mountains."
Embla parted her thighs slightly as Desiree's asscrack buried fingers dug ever deeper between her legs. "S...Some Dwarfs claim to know...b...but they will never tell...W...W...What good is the Brisingamen, anyway? No one knows what it is for, not even the Dwarfs. They want it because of the mineral wealth it is made from...and...because Dwarfs are contrary creatures who only want to...f...f...fuck Drow..."
"Hermione, and that bitch Ms. Hobson, know something about it. I think they know of its power and how to get access to that power! And Thora wants it. That is good enough for me!" Desiree growled, sweat breaking out on her forehead, too. Damn this Drow had firm, round buttocks, Desiree thought, leering down at Embla's pebbly nipples jutting through her vest.
Desiree's uncovered nipples were just as rock hard.
The Wood Elf Mage slipped her hand up to Embla's waistband and dramatically pulled the back of the Drow Queen's tights down to her thighs, completely exposing her perfectly black, perfectly domed ass. Groping naked Drow assflesh, Desiree leaned in, "You get me that Amulet, and that Mage, as well as Ms. Hobson, and I'll give you a gift you, never in your wildest dreams, ever thought you could receive! Let me show you!"
Then, with a dramatic pull on her own waistband, Desiree's skirt fell.
And Loki's cock, all sixteen inches of glowing divinity, flipped up into Embla's sweating, panting face, spraying that face with long coiled ropes of holy precum.
Embla's face shone like polished ebony marble as her red eyes locked on the drooling cockhead some inches from her nose.
Desiree leered down, panting as much as the Drow Queen, nostrils flared, eyes wide and white, "Oh, it is real, my Queen! Lord Loki's Cock! The only part of Him left in Lokin! Here, let me prove it to you!"
Then she finally released Embla's quivering buttocks and, taking the formerly ass grabbing hand, took Embla's right arm in it and draped the Queen's right hand atop the huge shaft.
The huge, glowing shaft.
Instantly Embla's hand gripped the hot, firm meat. Almost desperately, she dug her long fingernails into the firm mass of the hot, throbbing, obviously male meat under the smooth, sliding skin.
Desiree smiled more broadly when Queen Embla moaned, long and loud. The smile only broadened further when the Drow brought her other hand up to cup the shaft directly underneath where her other hand gripped.
Her two hands together couldn't get more than halfway around the prodigious cock shaft!
Embla lifted the cock up, pointing the piss slit directly between her eyes, and a nearly foot long strand of precum that had been hanging out the tip broke loose and flopped upon her smooth, flat, heaving black belly. The tacky, yet slimy, coil of cum slowly oozed down her until it disappeared into her brilliantly white pubic patch.
For the first time in her recollection, Desiree saw a Drow gnaw on her lower lip. And it was the Queen!
So much for the famous Drow composure!
"Do you believe, now?" Desiree asked, with all the arrogance in Hell.
Embla, not taking her eyes off the again drooling cockhead, could only nod.
"Hold His Balls!" Desiree said.
With a little start, Embla lifted the cock further and looked underneath, suddenly noticing the...huge orbs hanging in their sack halfway down the Mage's thighs. Taking a hand and hefting them, she actually cooed at their size, heat, and weight.
"They are His...with some modifications!" Desiree said. "I have genetically modified them, with genes from sperm, sperm...given me by Moira..."
Briefly, for the first time since Desiree had dropped her skirt, Embla looked up at the Mage's face. "'Genes'? 'Genetically modified'? I do not know what that means."
Desiree's leering grin never wavered. "It means that I have corrected the...deficiencies of Lord Loki's Testicles that prevented Him from conceiving with all of the Elves He fucked so often for so long before He...left! It means, my delicious Drow Queen, that I can impregnate you with this...His Prick! You can at last have a child by Him!"
Now the Drow Queen's jaw dropped! Was that possible? Could she dare hope to finally have His child!?
But it was HIS Cock, she was certain of it now! She remembered the almost forgotten, nearly disbelieved 'promises' that Lord Loki had given her, many times as she served, blissfully, under Him, to impregnate her. She remembered the humiliating pleading, the prideless begging for a child from His magnificent Cock and Balls as He took His pleasure, for over a thousand years always His needs first, from her tight, hungry Drow belly.
Neither could she resist His demands for feminine service under Him, nor her demands for His Child to give her people...
She had never denied Him any moment or position of feminine submission!
He had, however, denied her everything she had wanted...desperately needed, from Him!
Until now!
Embla looked up into Desiree's triumphant eyes. "Do you...promise to...give me a child, His Child, if the Drow do what you want?"
Suddenly Desiree's hard smile softened...dramatically. Much more, suddenly, her feminine self, she replied, "I do! I have nothing to gain by misleading you or your Drow."
Glancing again at the jerking pole drooling yellow-white worms all over her perfectly firm and curved figure, she looked back up. "You can...impregnate me? You are certain?"
"As certain as my Magic and Science can make me! Here, let me show you!" Then Desiree pulled Embla's nearly forgotten tights down completely to her ankles. With a push between her tits, the Mage sent the Drow Queen stumbling backwards.
Embla felt the cold, hard marble of the altar against her bulging buns, stopping her.
Desiree stepped up and, reaching between Embla's legs, seized the Drow Queen by the back of both her thighs and effortlessly lifted her upon her back atop the altar. With Embla gawking up at her with wide and blazing red eyes, Desiree continued to raise the Queen's thighs until her legs arched over her body and her dainty, soft booted feet were even and over the Drow's long, black, beautifully pointed ears.
Desiree drew the Queen's rolled up, ankle enwrapping tights behind Embla's head and down until they were securely hooked behind her neck.
Now she couldn't put her legs down, even if she wanted!
If she wanted!
Desiree flopped her huge Loki Prick upon the Drow Queen's upturned, completely revealed, and thoroughly swampy puss.
Embla just gasped and gawked at the monstrously thick organ drooling a tacky mess all over her rib cage and heaving belly.
Taking her holy hose in hand, Desiree smirked as she brought the glans against, and then in, Embla's wide open twat. Bulling open and then aside the already swollen and floppy labia of the defenseless Drow, she ran the cockhead up and down Embla's slit, milking the cock so tons of testiclepudding drenched the already drenched Drow cunt.
All the Drow Queen could do was shudder and whine under the sexual assault. Suddenly she wanted to do nothing that could cause Desiree to withdraw that cock!
A sloppy, copious mixture of gooey precum and Drow lubricating juices dribbled and slid down the insides of Embra's buns and through her upturned asscrack to fall down the face of the altar.
"Believe me now, my Queen?" Desiree smirked, not bothering to even look at the strained, sweat drenched face of her 'partner'.
Embra raised her head, staring right at the huge length of divine dick torturing her flaming red fuck slit. She could only nod...fast and hard and repeatedly.
"Do you want me, Drow? Does the Queen of the Drow want to be fucked by a mere Wood Elf?"
Head falling back to the unyielding marble of the alter, a 'thunk' resonating as hard Drow skull bounced off harder marble, the head tossing, sweat flinging Queen answered in a breathless cry, "Oh yes!...Please!...Fuck me! Fuck me all you want, M'Lord! Use me like you did so long ago! I need You!"
She looked up again, looking straight at the broadly grinning Desiree's face, "My Master, use me! Please! Fuck me! Give me a child! I'll do anything! The Drow will do anything! Just give me Your Child!"
Damn, Desiree thought while staring in disbelief at the out of control Drow Queen. That Holy Bastard really programmed this Bitch, but good! Well, I promised her...
She quickly lined up her cum coated cockhead with the soaking wet hole of the Drow Queen. After a moment's hesitation, the Mage drove with her hips, hard.
Embla's pussy gave way surprisingly easily for not having been used in three thousand years. After a syrupy pop and a single loud shriek, Desiree, or Lord Loki, was once again 'back in the saddle'.
Desiree's eyes closed as the incredible heat of Drow belly cooked her...Lord Loki's cockhead. Damn, but Drow guts are hot! She hesitated again, trying not to explode into Embla's belly before she could get some more pleasure from the increasingly frantic Drow.
Then she felt Embla's long fingernails dig into her hips. "Please!" the wild Drow pleaded. "More!"
Desiree leaned over, bracing herself on her extended arms planted alongside the Queen's shoulders. Their faces were only a foot or so apart. Then Desiree looked up at the two Loki-Kai dumbly and happily fucking the shit out of Embla's completely sexually compliant guards.
"Don't worry about your guards," Desiree said back at the glassy eyed Queen, who hadn't even suggested she was in any way concerned about her guards since Desiree first shoved Loki's meat into her face. "The Loki-Kai cannot maintain their 'mimic' of Loki's Cock for more than about eight hours. So you're guards will be back to themselves, at least mentally, in another seven hours or so."
Then Desiree drove in again, sinking a good half foot of arm thick meat into the thrashing Drow Queen's guts without encountering any resistance. Only the long, loud, forced moan that escaped Embla's wide open mouth betrayed Desiree's awesomely wide spread penetration of Drow puss tube. Now Desiree chewed on her lower lip...to again stave off premature orgasm.
"Damn you Drow are hot and tight!" she gasped, fighting down the sudden wild jumping of her nearly half buried cock.
"More!" Embla moronically wailed, now pulling on Desiree's furiously seized hips. "Oh, PLEASE My Lord! Use me! Give me a...Your Child! Fuck me! Fill me with Your Seed!"
Shaking her sweat dripping head, Desiree thought, Drow are selfish, alright! Then she thrust again. And her eyes suddenly popped open as she swore Embla's girl guts began sucking her in, forcing her to drive deeper, faster than she had planned! Suddenly she was falling in a out of control, boiling hot liquid plunge into willingly swelling Drow belly, being given no choice in how much Divine Dick she drove into the Queen's hungry guts!
She was going to give all of her...Loki's cock to Embla! Period!
Both Elves howled when Loki's glans smashed into, and then smoothly passed right through, Embla's cervix.
Then Desiree collapsed upon the cooing, stuffed Queen, tucking her face into Embla's sweet smelling shoulder, as the Drow brought her long nailed hands up to the Mage's own shoulders. Continuing to coo, just like she did when Loki Himself was in the position Desiree was now in, she began running her claws up and down the incredibly and Divinely hung Wood Elf's back and shoulders, sublimely urging a monumental fuck out of the Mage.
And she got it!
With an all too masculine growl, Desiree's hips pulled back about a foot. Without further hesitation, then, she sent them rapidly back in, smashing brutally into the roof of the Drow Queen's womb. Not waiting for the scream of blissful, holy penetration from the Drow, Desiree instinctively, mindlessly, started pulling back again.
Then all rational thought exited both Elves as Desiree proceeded to fuck the shit out of and a baby into the squealing, toe clenching, eyes rolled up Drow Queen.
Roger dismounted with the other Guild Elves, maybe not more stiff in the legs but certainly more stiff in other places then they! Once again he had been riding all day, with hardly a break. But this time there had been some differences...
The one that he recalled most vividly at that moment was the unusual emphasis in the conversations of the Elves riding with him. It seemed that on this day all the Elves seemed preoccupied with...penetration.
Very sexual penetration!
Always the lecherous voyeur, he usually tried to catch the Elven crosstalk as they rode across the monotonous rolling hills and flat grasslands, hoping to get some good, horny lesbian gossip! But until today he had never expected to experience the downright pornographic nature of the Elves' all too obsessive talk this day on the penetration of the Elf pussy by so many varied and...huge objects! The subject was incessant and enthusiastic!
There was talk on the proper way to achieve, the pleasure received from, and the taste that accompanied, deep, gut dislocating, soul piercing pussy stabbing by tongues, fingers, fists, dildoes, and things he had no idea what they were except they obviously were intended at occupying every available space within an Elf's belly! And the wicked, most arousing 'fucking' conversation was endless, the Elves quite immune to verbal exhaustion about the subject, beginning from the moment they first started out that morning!
Roger had had a stiff, painful, downright unpleasant bone from that merciless chorus of sex talk since before lunch!
The second difference in today's ride had to do with the fact that Gem and Flare were not there with him...
Right after the Elves had, rather more vigorously than was typical even for Guild Elves, drained breakfast from their mounts, and Flare had delightfully though frantically demonstrated the true primary function of a Guild Elf's bowels, Gem had received a message.
Roger had not seen, nor heard anything of or about this message when it had arrived. It apparently had been delivered directly to Gem without anyone else noticing a thing.
Yet the other Elves took what Gem said about the message as gospel.
Naturally.
Abruptly the route and schedule of their mission had been changed.
The Guild Army, and Queen Thora, had marched. Lady Gem's mission had taken on a new, even more crucial importance upon the departure of their Army. Apparently there was a Human Mage, a Ms. Hobson (Roger's own!), who had critical information that they needed. She was so important that Thora couldn't risk sending her this close to Desiree's sanctuary in the Impassable Mountains, so Gem was going to meet her at a place where Desiree's Agents couldn't ambush her.
It would require a further day's delay into the Impassable Mountains. Stryker would take command of the troop and direct them upon a more roundabout path that would take them two days to reach the foot of the Mountains. That would give Gem, with Flare, Hermione, and Victoria, time to meet Ms. Hobson, and then rejoin the troop at the foot of the Mountains.
And, most importantly, the Arcastrian (Roger) would remain with the troop!
The look Flare...and Victoria...gave Roger when the orders went out spoke volumes to him about what their plans had been for him that evening! Flare and Victoria were just as...affected by the yellow monster semen that sex squid injected them with as the other Elves! They were just as mind distractedly horny for a good ol' fashioned belly stuffing as the next Girl/Elf!
Only, unlike the other Elves, they knew of someone who possessed a cock big enough to provide that desperately hungered for 'satisfaction'!
Roger was convinced that Gem, too, was under the influence of the monster 'goo'. She had sucked her mount off in record time, and nary a drop nor coiled, hanging worm was visible upon her regal chin after she had forced her mount to reward her. After she rose from under her animal, she gave all the appearances of having authentically relished gulping down her horse's spooge!
And not only her mount's eggwhites! He busted her not a couple moments later, sucking off his ride, also, when she thought his back was turned! She noisily and hungrily drained that mount as if she hadn't squatted under a horse in a week!
But that had been the extent of her sexual satisfaction that morning. Once the last ropy strand of horsechowder had been licked up, her remarkable self-restraint re-established itself. Even though she took a long moment to look at Roger's face, then an even longer moment to stare at the bulge he still had in his disguise after butt fucking Flare into near unconsciousness, she turned aside with a sudden scowl at a sheepish, still naked and most adequately buttfucked Flare walking up to her.
That damn Guild Elf nobel self-control kept her from walking up to Roger and thrusting her big, beautiful Elf ass into his face (and Cock!), like Flare had just done and which Victoria still, he was certain, wanted to do!
Well, her loss! For the time being! He still had plans for parting those buttmeat boulders!
Gem had probably ordered Victoria to accompany her party because Flare didn't want Roger alone with the cock-crazy Elf Bitch! Flare was determined to keep her eye on the Wood Elf and Gem went along as a favor to her favorite face sitting Elf!
Stretching his back, and dick, he looked around the soon to be campsite. Roger wasn't worried about Victoria, who he knew was as hooked on his 'lance' as Flare was! And Gem wasn't really going anywhere that she wouldn't be soon returning from. There was still time to get alone with that haughty, prideful, delicious Nobel Elf tail and exact his messy revenge, and Roger had learned that, when it came to Elves and his 'divine' Member, patience with Flare was always rewarded for, even without her, there was always another hot assed, god-cock worshipping Guild Elf to take care of his 'needs'...
And Flare knew it as well as he did!
His eyes abruptly became locked on Stryker's broad (for an Elf), powerfully round and firm ass sticking out towards him as she dismounted her steed. Her mount was already a yard long and stiffly erect in its most important part (at least to her at the moment) department. As she immediately, and most enthusiastically, climbed under her mount Roger swore, when the horse looked back aside its shoulder, that the steed gave him the biggest shit eating grin!
Stryker hadn't even finished climbing under the big, round belly of the conspicuously male animal before she was gnawing, choking, gulping down its willingly offered, more than ready Elf feeding tube.
As the Elf eagerly nursed, Roger could clearly see the wet patch in her pants that extended fully from her tailbone completely between her strong, full thighs to above her jutting, no doubt Guild Elf bald sex mound.
From riding her horse?
From riding her horse. From grinding all day her loins down on that warm and vital, firm and flexing, smooth and softly furred back!
He had never seen an Elf so worked up after a day's riding since he had had Flare alone on a horse oh so long ago!
And every damn one of these Elves where in the same wet, whimpering, desperate condition as their leader!
Now Roger looked around at the troopers making camp. They had been riding all day, not only gossiping about various means of stuffing their pussies, but also routinely, sometimes blatantly, humping their barely covered pussies upon the warm, firm, furry backs of their mounts! As they exchanged tales about Lord Loki, what he used to do with/to them when he caught them alone in the wild, what they had fantasied about doing under their Divine Lord, almost subconsciously they had ground their soaked, no doubt flaming pink pussies upon strong horse back.
No wonder Roger's bone hurt so much!
It would be a dark camp tonight. This close to the Impassable Mountains, Stryker thought it best not to have a fire. There would be a full moon in a cloudless sky tonight, of course, which would provide enough illumination for a lookout.
The camp was much more quiet tonight, too. The Elves were in distress, their monster semen induced craving for outrageously big and deep penetration had not let up in the least. If anything it had intensified. Now fingers, even fists, were not enough.
They needed the real thing!
Which they all knew meant the evil cocks of the Dark Lords and Desiree's minions...
Cockbats.
Sex squids.
And worse...
A sense of doom permeated the campsite as the Elves, naked, sweaty, soaked between their lush thighs, bedded down early. Even their guard upon the lookout rock was naked, idly rubbing her stiff little flaming pink clit as she gazed unblinking at the day away Impassible Mountains.
Roger sat in his usual place, against a log at the edge of the campsite opposite where the Elves bedded down. They had treated him with much more respect, and even friendship, this day. He even could have bedded down with one of them.
Any of them.
Not a few had offered, actually.
Probably wanted some of that famous Arcastrian tongue action!
He would have been more than happy to show them a...different appendage's ability in Elf snatch, but he thought it best that he kept his unfulfilled prick well away from all that dripping wet, wide open Elf snatch!
Less temptation to betray his gender and mission!
And less chance of having one of his heads removed by a male-hating Elf! With his luck they'd probably collect the part of him that qualified for a 'trophy' and leave the rest of him alive!
Then he saw an Elf rise from her bedroll. Instantly he recognized her in the moonlight.
Stryker!
Only one Elf had the combination of a body builder's musculature with Flare's hourglass figure! She stood a moment, gloriously outlined and illuminated in the moonlight. Roger could easily make out how stiff her little nipples were, and how shiny wet the inside of her thighs appeared!
Then she made for the nearby stream.
Rather hastily!
Roger instantly knew that she wasn't going there to relieve herself!
At least not relieve her bladder!
As quietly as his disguise permitted, Roger rose and followed into the shadow filled brush. Peering through the bushes that separated the stream area from the campsite, he found her. The Elf was on the stream's edge, facing the stream. She was standing, stiff legs wide spread, head thrown back, both hands buried between her wide apart thighs.
He could see her glistening girl lubricant dribbling down to the thick grass below, liquid crystal-like, from her furiously working fingers between her flexed, perfectly defined thighs.
Her up-tilted, sweaty face was a mask of straining frustration as her hands worked frantically but futilely at her dripping wet twat.
Roger swore he could hear the 'squishy' sounds of her fingers working stiff Elf clit and floppy wet labia, even with the stream's gurgling nearby.
But after just a moment's voyeuristic observation, it was obvious to him that the Elf wasn't satisfying her 'needs'.
She needed help! Some stiff, thick, lengthy help!
And he knew just what kind of 'help' she needed!
Straightening his back, Roger stepped noisily through the bushes and strode right for the suddenly startled Elf.
After a moment of wide and white eyed alarm at his unexpected approach, Stryker quickly made out the Arcastrian walking purposefully towards her. She visibly relaxed.
Then she smiled.
To Roger the smile looked almost...hopeful.
Was she thinking that the Arcastrian was coming to take care of her 'needs'?
She had no idea!
Thinking only now with his more important, lower head, Roger, about six feet away from the almost dreamily smiling Elf, thoughtlessly threw his hood back.
The moonlight immediately illuminated Roger's five days growth of beard and the unnaturally short cut of his hair. Stryker made out the clues at once, and her dreamy smile abruptly melted. Then her brows furrowed and a scowl crossed her beautiful face.
Suddenly, seeing the fury on Stryker's face, Roger realized his stupid, all too male mistake. She didn't know he had Loki's Cock! She just knew, now, that he was a MAN!
To be killed on sight!
He saw Stryker reach for her sword hilt!
Only she wasn't wearing it! The craving from the sex squid semen had distracted her from putting it on when she rushed to the stream's edge to jack herself off! She was truly naked!
As Roger reached for the hem of us disguise, Stryker turned to bolt for the camp.
And Roger's doom, hacked to pieces by rabid, horny Elves!
But the grass on the stream's edge was thick, and luxurious, and wet, and the ground beneath was soggy. When Stryker pivoted and pushed off with her magnificently muscled right leg, there was no traction. Her leg flew out from beneath her.
"OOOFFF!" went the buff Elf as she fell flat on her face. For just a count she was stunned. For one count. Then her superhuman reflexes returned with awesome speed. Not deterred at all in her sudden racial fury, Stryker started scrambling back up to her feet.
But the stumble gave Roger the precious, life saving seconds to pull his disguise completely off over his head and then, in totally irrational desperation, dive at the struggling to rise Stryker. He smashed into the half upright Elf like an NFL linebacker, the bone jarring impact hardly romantic, even between Humans and Elves. It bowled over the squawking Elf, causing the locked duo to roll across the thick, fragrant grass of the water's edge, over and over.
Even with the near professional football quality impact, the Guild Elf demonstrated her remarkable fighting reflexes as they rolled. With their first roll, as Roger triumphantly (he thought) rolled atop the very unhappy Elf, Stryker, in nearly mid-air, viciously gave him an elbow right across his jaw!
Roger's image of triumph was instantly replaced with stars as his head snapped to the left, his ringing chin touching his left shoulder. The blow had been murderous!
But his momentum continued, forcing them into another roll. This time, when they were in the exact same position as in the first rotation, and she let loose with yet another elbow, Roger's head hadn't had time to return to center, so the blow glanced off his still vibrating jaw.
But the Elf grabbed his shoulder with her other hand and, adding her own momentum, forced them into another roll. This time, his brain still stunned by the first elbow, thoughtlessly his head had centered when they got to that same, painful point...
WHAM! Another head snapping elbow, crushing his jaw (it felt). In no mood to argue with the Elf at that moment, Roger let the buff Stryker flip him onto his back. With a "AAAH-HAA!" she landed upon him, straddling his hips like she was upon her horse.
Stunned much more by the blows to the jaw than their initial collision, Roger's head cleared eventually to find himself on his back with Stryker atop him!
Straddling his upper hips, and soaking him halfway up his glowing, over sixteen inch long Loki Cock with her copious and hot pussy juice, Stryker sent her claws at Roger's throat. With a grimace of pure hatred and blood lust, the Elf sent her awesomely powerful fingers into his throat, expertly blocking off his carotids.
Once again, as when he was under Gem, Roger felt the buzzing fill his head. "Damn! They must practice this!" he thought, looking up at the furiously ugly, naturally beautiful face of the throat throttling Elf. He was in trouble, again!
However Roger had learned a few things since his first experience with Man hating Elves. "But not this time!" he added aloud as he instinctively flexed his main 'weapon'.
Abruptly Stryker's eyes widened as she was lifted a good couple of inches up off of Roger when his prick powerfully pulsed. Quickly looking down from his reddening face to what her lusciously naked hips were straddling, her eyes widened further when they suddenly reflected holy light!
Her grip on his throat relaxed perceptibly.
"W...What is this?!" she gasped in a barely suppressed battle cry. Nonetheless the wild Elf warrior's cry still sounded more like a chihuahua. "It cannot be! You cannot be! Not Lord Loki..."
Roger knew she wouldn't be confused for long. She was entirely too pissed. Then those fingers would finish the job!
Again without thinking, he acted, only this time it was the right move. Just as hard as he could he slapped her right shoulder and ribcage with his left forearm, unbalancing her. She squealed and grabbed for support, but she was falling over to her left, and Roger wasn't about to do anything to prevent her! He just rolled with her.
She flopped upon her back in the soft, cool grass, her former hip straddling thighs still wide spread. He was right behind her, slipping smoothly between those welcoming wide thighs as if she were inviting him. In no time at all he was atop her!
Atop her and in the Elf's wide open and soaking wet saddle, her thighs still straddling his hips, her red hot and soaked pussy still against his throbbing prick. Only now he was atop her!
First thing he did was to manage to grab her left wrist in his right hand and pin it to the down covered ground. The second thing his did was take another head snapping blow, this time a lightning fast, open handed slap from her not as yet pinned right hand!
But Roger was learning. Slowly. Painfully. But learning.
Extreme pain is a good inducement for learning when it came to Guild Elves!
Even before the superhuman reflexed Elf could draw her hand back for another male humbling blow, Roger's left hand caught her wrist and, with entirely more force than necessary, he slammed her right wrist to the not nearly hard enough for justice grass covered ground.
That one hurt! was his first thought upon recollection of that blow.
Then he saw Stryker wince...for the first time ever as he pressed her wrist down, and he began to feel a little better.
Then she tried to wrench that supposedly damaged arm from under her hand!
"OOOO! Damn you!" she said, forcefully but not very loudly, once she realized she couldn't, as yet, escape his grip. "Damn you to Loki, Desiree's scum! Release me!" Her 'if looks could kill Roger and his entire progeny for the next three generations would be hanging from meat hooks from the walls of Asgard' face should have sent chills through Roger, but his was too pissed, in turn, from his bruised, and broken, probably, jaw!
He merely grinned grimly (It hurt too much to really grin!).
Her wrists securely pinned, after her next totally useless attempt at forcing her wrists free, she let out with another "OOOOO!" of furious, delicious frustration. Then she tried to heave him off her with her hips.
No good, he was simply to heavy to lift up.
So she tried rocking her hips side to side, hoping to flip him over. But, almost at once, the strangest expression crossed her face.
That mask of hatred and masculinicide abruptly melted into an open mouthed, wide eyed gape of horror!
Then Roger felt it! Her clit, stiff as a pebble, was rubbing across the slick underside of his hugely swollen dong! He could feel that hard little nubbin slide back and forth across the underside of his cock with each of her hip rocks.
How...good did that feel to her? he asked himself quietly while looking carefully into her suddenly worried face. It was obvious she was fearful...of him finding out how...Loki-damn good it felt when she ground her clit against him!
He experimented by pulling his hips back a few inches while letting his weight down upon her loins. His swollen hard cockshaft slid back those inches in pussy juice lubricated velvet friction right over Stryker's helplessly unhooded and rock hard clit.
Stryker's eyes widened, and then she whimpered!
She whimpered, right into Roger's face!
"No!" she gasped. "Don't do that!" she said in a choked off pant, biting her lower lip.
"Why not?" Roger replied, grinning helplessly at her reaction. Then he slid his hips, and his arm thick, sixteen plus inch cock, back up over her sex mound and jutting little girl Elf phallus.
He heard Stryker catch her breath as his nearly fourteen inch slide progressed. He felt her thighs, alongside his hips, and her belly under his sliding cock, quiver as the electric stimulation from her crushed and ground off clit electrified her brain. When he stopped his slide, when his balls settled into her dripping wet pussy, his cockhead was just short of her chin.
After he stopped Stryker finally exhaled...raggedly. Her eyes were fixed on his glans where a tablespoon sized glob of precum was slowly running from out of his slit down the front of his cockhead.
"Don't..." she panted, openly staring at the glob of cum nearly over her chin. "Don't...no more!...But I won't give...I won't...give...in to you! Desiree will not..."
"I'm not from Desiree," Roger replied, sliding back down. He grinned meanly as Stryker winced and whimpered as her legs unconsciously climbed even higher up his waist. Halfway down his torturous slide she abruptly looked away, eyes closed in humiliation, as her toes alongside his ribs clenched in near orgasm.
Roger stopped then, not wanting her to cum...yet. He waited, patiently, until her whimpering died away and she was just panting.
She refused to look back at him.
"I'm on your side!" he said, quite softly and, actually, sincerely. "Let me show you..." Then he thrust forward, again right over her clit.
"No!" she nearly screamed with his first movement over her button. Now she faced him, horror on her face, eyes locked on his advancing cockhead. The glob of cum at the tip had doubled in size, and was continuing to grow as more and more drooled out the slit as Roger slid forward. Within a foot of his slide it was a teardrop shaped glob hanging from a thick, coiled rope that extended out Roger's slit.
When Roger's balls again slapped against Stryker's soaked girl hole, his cockhead stopped its onward plunge, again just south of Stryker's chin. But the glob of goo continued to swing forward until its end was just above her little pointed nose...
Then it dropped to plop down upon her nose point. The rest of the thick, totally disgusting gunk settled down the septum of her nose, down the center of her upper lip, across her open, panting mouth, and down to the end of her chin. Another worm continued to arch magnificently from her chin to the slit at the tip of his bobbing cockhead, to disappear inside.
As if unconsciously, her tongue began flipping out, catching the tacky goo worms laying across her face as she tried to talk. "You...lap!...disgusting...slurp!...evil!...gulp! ...lick...swallow!...MAN!" she cursed at him. Yet, in order to curse him, she had to open her mouth, thereby forcing her to take in the cum draped across her open maw! In short order, mixed in with her fluent, fervent curses about Men and their...MANHOODS, her tongue was willingly and effectively lapping up all of his 'offering' to her!
Including sucking into her mouth what was still buried in his cock!
"Taste good?" he asked after her windshield wiper of a tongue had finished off the last of his manpudding. "Believe me, now?"
After smacking her lips, again, certainly unconsciously, she looked back up at him. "I don't believe a single word out of you, MAN! You're like all MEN...liars! If I could only get my hands free! I'd carve you to pieces! You are so dead, MALE!"
"Sounds like you are not convinced. Okay!" Roger interrupted her rant, and again began sliding down that pebbly clit. As soon as he reached the end, he started right back up.
Stryker's rant lasted about halfway down. Then her jaw dropped and her eyes became wide in terror again as unholy pleasure seized her. When Roger slid back up, he swore her eyes nearly rolled up into her skull.
She did moan. Real nice and long.
When he came to a stop, she was shuddering on the very edge of a life altering orgasm. There was no more struggle, no more resistance from the orgasm possessed Elf.
When her eyes could finally focus again, they focused on his cum dripping cockhead. Then her tongue extended and she meekly licked him clean.
No sooner cleaned, than she looked up at him, and snarled. Kinda.
"Don't you ever do that to me again, MAN!
"Well, okay, but I don't think you're going to like where I'm going to have to put it next, then!" Roger replied, trying to suppress, but not very effectively, the growing smirk on his face. Then he began to slide down again.
Grimacing, the Elf gasped back at him, "Don't...no more!...don't you...What d...d...do you mean? Don't...stop this...at once!"
Roger continued the long slide. "Well, there is only two places for a godlike cock such as mine! Either outside, upon you, or..." He put her two no longer resisting wrists together into his left, then, leaning upon the inside of her right thigh, he pushed her equally non-resistant left thigh farther apart with his freed right hand.
Then he took his cock in his right hand and directed the drooling cockhead between her wide open legs...
"Don't you dare!" she squeaked, but still not very loud, when she felt his velvety hot glans press between her already floppy and wide apart labia. "You can't do this to me! OOOO! When I get free I'll..."
But she was making no attempt to get free, Roger noticed!
He began running his cockhead up and down Stryker's soaked and more than ready fuck slit, easily bulling aside her labia and grinding down on her furiously aroused clit with each brushstroke.
Stryker shut up with a ragged gasp upon the first contact with her clit with his glans. She still made no attempt to hinder him, nor to escape. She just stared down between her hard nippled tits and wide spread thighs, gnawing on her lower lip, looking terribly worried.
Roger worked on that Elven pussy until Stryker's hips were flipping up into his strokes, real quick and hard. Then he released her wrists and rolled directly atop her. Bracing himself on his extended left arm, his right hand guided his ready to go cockhead into the Elf's more than ready to go puss hole.
Stryker kept her arms up over her head, even after he released her.
Then his glans began entering her.
With the first stretching, the Elf gasped, then shook her head vigorously, "No!" she gasped, quite quietly. "You can't do this! I cannot permit this! I am a Guild Elf! Desiree's beasts may not...AH!"
Her babbling protests sharply cut off when, with a syrupy pop, her pussy obediently gobbled up Roger's cockhead.
She turned her grimacing face to the side, gasping through clenched teeth, "I cannot...OOOOO!...don't...please!...don't do this...grunt!...do this to me! PLEASE!...OOOOO! So big and...gulp!...good!...OOOOO!"
She still had made no move that could be construed as an attempt at resistance.
"This is for your own good, baby!" Roger grunted, rearing up over her. "You'll thank me afterwards!" Then he thrust.
"OH, NO...OOOOOO!" Stryker cried as he slid into the deliciously snug and hot fuck tube, bulling aside her tissues, plunging into her depths.
Stryker, after her brief cry, looked up at him initially with an open mouthed, wide eyed face of pure betrayal. Then, as his plunge continued, suddenly a sweet, crooked smile crossed her face! Then her hands came down to grip the sides of his moving hips and her already raised legs rose further until her knees were pressed into the grass alongside her pointed tits and her feet were tucked into Roger's armpits!
Then it was Roger's turn to wince as the Elf's long fingernails dug into his hip flesh and she began pulling on his plunging hips.
She was urging him on!
Just like that!
Roger, cock half engulfed in sloppy, boiling hot Elf hole, really couldn't find any reason to disagree with Stryker's apparent urgings upon him, so he went with it. Increasing the power of his initial drive into Stryker's belly, he smashed into the Elf's up and presented cervix, driving his cockhead through it into her womb with the first thrust.
"Yes!" she mewed up at him, her face angelic in sexual satisfaction, as he quickly pulled back. "Oh, you're so good!" she squealed as he plunged wildly back into her.
Then he began to plow some new orders into Stryker!
And the Elf clawed his back, scratched his hips, licked his face with her over foot long tongue, endlessly and fluently praising him for his prowess atop her! And none of it was for the purpose of escaping him!
His heavy balls spanked her upturned buttocks pink, the crack of wet, firm testicle against firm, round, soaked Elf bun only lost in the gurgling of the stream behind them. Roger was tireless upon Stryker, his hips rising and falling in a quick, deep plunging rhythm that reduced the proud, haughty Guild Elf into fuckpuppy status in record time.
"OHHHH! My Lord! You're go good! Right there! Go there! Yes! You go so deep! Deep and good! I love you! Don't ever stop, M'Lord! You are God!" she babbled in wild, fuck induced praise as Roger did journeyman work plowing her swelling, heaving belly. "Are you married?"
Roger snorted like a bull, then just kept going, feeling his first load (of many, he hoped!) build as Stryker hungrily nursed on him with her stuffed belly.
"OOOOHHHH! Use me, M'Lord! Anything you want! Just don't stop using me! It's been so looong! Fuck me, M'Lord!"
He fucked her. Smoothly. Powerfully. He plowed her super-tight tube and watched her convulse in orgasm after orgasm blissfully beneath him.
"You are magnificent, M'Lord! Don't ever stop!"
But all good things come (cum?) to an end. Elven pussy was never designed to permit a divine bone like Loki's very long in it without being sucked off, and Roger proved to be no better than Lord Loki at withstanding nursing Elf fucktube. As he bravely, heroically tried to continue his plowing of Elf belly, he felt his nuts rise and his cock fill with babystuff.
"Don't stop, M'Lord!" Stryker babbled, eyes glazed and a big, shit eating grin fucked upon her luscious face. She was beginning to sound more and more like Flare with each thrust. "I love you, Master! Use me! I love your cock!"
"Gotta...G...G...Gotta cum...baby!" Roger gasped, his cock jerking wildly in its Stryker sheath.
Suddenly the Elf was back to the world, looking up at him with clear eyes and an expression that was part blissful smile and part almost motherly concern. "OOOOO! M'Lord! Yes! I want it! I want it in my mouth! It's been sooooo looong since M'Lord Loki favored me with His feeding! Please!"
Roger, panting and plowing, could only nod as he neared the end. Then he felt claws...fingers with long, pointed nails, sink into his Elf ass bouncing balls!
He looked down in surprise at the suddenly fierce looking Elf receptively servicing under him. She was no longer smiling. All business now.
"NOW!" she roared up at him in her high pitched voice, and those claws gripped his two babymakers viciously.
"Oh, fuck!" Roger gasped as he saw Stryker's eyes close and her mouth open wide. Then he was desperately pulling his ready to spew godcock out of hungrily sucking Elf pussy. He barely escaped the cum hungry pussy monster before his first blast jetted from his just freed cockhead, flew a good three feet from behind Stryker's wide open pussy, to land down the middle of her forehead and nose.
Then, with typical Elven reflexes, Strykers right hand gripped his cock by the shaft and pulled him forward while her other hand pulled his jumping balls up from against her bulging buttocks. As he flew forward, loosing his balance, her jacking hand became a blur up and down his nearly foot and a half long cockshaft.
He landed on his hands and knees, arched over the legs tucked back Elf. His cockhead stopped about a half foot from Stryker's grinning face, his balls settling on her hot, heaving belly.
Then he closed his eyes and unloaded onto Stryker's unprotected face.
"Unprotected sex" he thought with the first loud splat of supersonic cum spewing into the middle of the Elf's face. Then came the squeals, gasps, gurgles, choking, desperate swallowing, whimpering moans, cum smothered praises as he delivered a good liter of manchowder into the Elf's wide open mouth and all over her presented face.
Long minutes later, when his fierce spewings subsided, he felt Stryker's long, talented tongue go to work buffing off his still huge glans. When he opened his eyes he saw what appeared to be a roundish cake covered with about three inches of yellowish-white, high protein icing.
It was Stryker's head...
After a couple minutes of tongue cleaning, his cockhead was shiny with a new coating of Elf spit. Roger then rolled onto his left side and watched Stryker's tongue go to work on her own face.
It took her a good twenty minutes to lick her face clean.
With that task done, she finally looked at Roger, a thankful smile on her face. He returned the smile, and thought of what to do next.
She decided for him by looking down at his elephant trunk of a cock hanging over his hip. Her smile dropped. Now she gave him a face of total and complete, downright desperate hunger.
Grabbing his meat in one hand, she looked up at him, "Please, M'Lord! More? It's been so long...I need more! Please?" Then she pushed him on his back and climbed over his stomach, her back to him. "I owe you something for...fucking me!" she added, then 'gulp!'
Roger gasped at the typical red hot wetness of the Elven oral cavity as Stryker effortlessly mouthed his swollen glans. Then he tried to rise up on his elbows, "Hey, Baby, you don't owe me a thing! It was my pleasure...Damn!" he broke off, dropping his head back to the ground as the Elf started up swallowing him. In no time at all she had half of him going down her gullet!
Looking down her back, he admired Stryker's bulging, firm ass. "On second thought," he went on, nonchalantly dropping his left hand to slip into the Elf's deep, dark asscrack. "You DO owe me! You owe me plenty! And now," his hand slipped clear down to that traditionally virgin asshole, "I'm going to collect! You just go on and thank me as much as you want!"
Stryker jerked and then wriggled her nice, firm, full butt when Roger's finger slipped up her butthole. Then she nodded rapidly over his half swallowed dong, and began to noisily and enthusiastically start swallowing the rest of him!
She nearly made it! Only about four inches remained outside her horribly spread mouth and distended throat when she finally gave up the ghost and, reluctantly, pulled off his sloppy, jerking, fully renewed belly busting organ.
After surrendering his meat, she turned back to him. She grinned at him as he saw her runny nose and tearing eyes. "You are one big God, M'Lord!" she croaked to him, her vocal chords stretched by his throat fuck.
"You made a mighty, honorable effort to serve me!" Roger replied, groping those Elf cheeks. Stryker, for her part, never once stopped jerking his magnificently huge cock.
"I exist to serve you, M'Lord!" she replied, turning to kiss him...on the tip of his cock.
"For such a courageous effort at swallowing me, you deserve a...trophy!" he added, leering at her with his sudden scheme.
"Anything, M'Lord!" she jumped back. She was acting more and more like a godcock broken young fuckpuppy.
"There is one...opening that I have not...enjoyed using!" he carefully said. He studied her face for her reaction.
Her smile dropped almost immediately, especially when he goosed her again! She shook her head, concern, downright fear, crossing her beautiful face. "Lord Loki never...I have never...it cannot be done..."
"Now why do you say that?" Roger wheedled in return. "How do you know it cannot be done unless you try it?"
She looked at his towering, throbbing, nearly eighteen inch long godcock drooling over her jacking arm. "You're so...BIG!"
"Now look," Roger said, taking Stryker by her shoulders and rolling her upon her belly. "Lots of Elves have...taken me up there and lived...er, loved it! Some you know..."
"You mean Flare?" Stryker interrupted, looking at him suspiciously.
Roger hesitated, then nodded.
Stryker looked back forward from on her elbows, her face still concerned, just not as much. "I thought so! She hasn't been normal since we started this mission! Hasn't sat on her horse right! Did you...that Aesir?"
Roger nodded again.
"Probably broke the spell on her! Served her right! Do you think it would break that damned spell the Sex Squid put on me with its semen?"
Roger nodded again, trying not to grin at his lie. He did not have a clue whether fucking this bimbo Elf in the butt would do anything but empty his balls! But, never look a gift virgin ass in the...ahem, 'hole'!"
Stryker closed her eyes, then nodded herself. "Very well. I have to get rid of this Loki be-damned spell or I'll never complete the mission! Besides, you are correct, Arcastrian..."
"Uh, the name is Roger."
"Very well, Sir Roger. But I am indebted to you! I am also in...'love' with your Cock, for you truly have Lord Loki's Prick! Tastes better than his, if I recollect properly, in fact! But I am in your service!" Then she looked at his drooling monster drooling thick, wormy precum down her deep asscrack. "Besides," she added with a little, worried smile, "I can't say 'no' to that Cock!"
Roger bunched up his disguise, then tucked it under Stryker's hips, jutting up her defenseless ass. "I'll be gentle," he said, caressing her presented asscheeks. She had a nice pair! "I will not hurt you, I promise, Stryker!"
She smiled sweetly, then lowered her head to the soft grass. "I know, M'Lord! I just want to give you good service! It is my destiny!" Then she reached back and, sinking her claws into those firm, round buns, pulled her cheeks wide apart until her pink asshole was readily visible and available. "Fuck me, M'Lord! Break me of this spell!"
"Good Service" went through Roger's fevered mind as he mounted her, kneeling between her spread thighs and milking his cock so tons of precum dropped into that spread crack and covered her virgin rosebud. He pressed his cockhead against her butthole and she immediately gasped.
He stopped. "Okay?"
She nodded. "Take me, M'Lord! OOOO! I've never felt anything like that!"
Roger smiled worriedly, then pressed on. But, just like with Flare the first time, just a little pressure caused the most unexpected reaction in the anally virgin Elf. There was another loud gasp, and then her hips jerked back and her formerly closed tight sphincter opened up and literally started gobbling up his tapered glans!
Before his startled eyes he watched her dilating hole engulf nearly half of his fist sized cockhead in one rearward thrust! And the heat! The tightness! The suction! He had completely forgotten how good Flare had been that first time she took him up her butt.
It had a similar effect upon Stryker, too. "OOOO! M'Lord! Don't stop! More! It feels so...good!"
"But I haven't..." he started, but had the good sense to drop the "started yet!" and take advantage of the Elf's sudden, new found enthusiasm for anal penetration by jerking his hips forward and popping his terribly wide cockhead crown past her clenching sphincter!
"OOOOH!" the Elf moaned, feeling for the first time her bowels filled with something as big, round, and hot as a God's cockhead!
"OOOOH!" Roger went, fighting down the urge to spew right then and there as the remarkable heat, snugness, and suction of virgin Elf bowels gripped him for the first time...in awhile. "Oh, Baby, you sure feel good!" he thoughtlessly gasped into Stryker's ear.
Stryker just nodded quickly.
Then Roger noticed that the Elf wasn't panting. In fact, she wasn't breathing!
"You okay?" he added, fast.
Stryker replied by reaching back and painfully gripping his hip. Pulling powerfully on him, she nearly screamed, "YES! Oh, fill me you beast!"
With the Elf painfully pulling on his hip, Roger immediately responded by thrusting. Once he began sinking into Stryker's hot, tight butt tube, he realized that he wouldn't be able to stop. The pleasure encompassing his prick was too good! It was like Flare the first time. Nothing could stop him from burying every gut spreading inch of his cock into that Elf's guts!
Stryker simply took him in. Oh, she reacted, alright! Chewing on the knuckles of her right hand, pounding on and tearing at the grass covered ground before her with the other, she thrashed and squealed and spread for Roger's lance. But she didn't do a thing to delay or stop him!
And spread her Roger did! In one soul stealing, mind dissolving, Elf breaking plunge he spread her most muscular buns with ease. Her bowels could no nothing but submissively engulf his eighteen inches of Elf enslaver. Her mind could only relish in the pain...pain that relentlessly transformed into never before experienced pleasure when Roger's holy cockhead reached that spot...way, way up inside her.
When Roger hit that spot, he knew it as well as the Elf! He swore Stryker's eyes, popping open with the impact, glowed, lighting up the grass before her. But he knew for sure that he had 'hit that spot' when Stryker's bowels, like Flare's had done so long ago, clamped down on his anally buried bone and proceeded to suck/milk his balls dry!
And she did! Roger had nothing to say about it! He couldn't even choose when to unload! When that Elf went apoplectic under him, his work was over! All he needed to do, all he could do, was reach under the Elf, fill his hands with her nice babyfeeding handfuls, with their furiously hard nipples digging into his palms, and grind his completely swallowed cock into her delightfully round and firm asscheeks.
And she did the rest! Within two more minutes Roger was biting down on her muscular shoulder as her overwhelming anal cock milking forced him to unload, for the first time, into her guts. All he could do was wince and moan, for real, for he couldn't control nor deny the Elf her gooey, copious reward far, far up her bowels.
Her growling guts were almost deafening.
But she wasn't finished! No sooner than did he plant about a pint of slime into her noisy colon than that growling, cock filled tube began sucking, milking, stroking again! Roger wouldn't be able to dismount the Elf, she wouldn't release his mighty cock, until she got two massive spews up her formerly virgin tail!
But after that second orgasm, nearly twice the volume as the first load up Stryker's butt, Roger, somewhat 'drained', was finally released from the Elf's cock death-grip. Gratefully he slid off her, his departing cock giving off the loudest, most disgusting syrupy fart when it finally exited Stryker's cum filled butt, then lay on his back, panting like the Elf.
Stryker, still face down, guts still growling vividly, stayed where she had been buttfucked for a good couple minutes longer. Then she opened her eyes and smiled at the calming Roger.
Then she looked down at his only slightly deflated Cock! Literally licking her lips, she reached out and grabbed him.
Roger barely was able to open his eyes in time, when his still prodigious organ was seized again in desperate, hungry Elf hand, to see Stryker's head fly past, going for his meat. In turn, she barely had time to bark, "I love you!" before her mouth was silenced by about eight inches of divine dong.
Then she began noisily slurping, licking, oinking and gagging on him. She had him clean and drenched in her sweet, copious saliva within a minute.
Roger, feeling his meat come alive again in that hungry Elf maw, couldn't believe it! He had unloaded three times into this fuckbunny, and all she had to do was go down on him again to get him up and ready for more!
"More!" she gurgled, lapping and slurping on every inch of him she could reach. "I love you! Cum for me again!"
He grabbed the Elf by the hair and, not very romantically, pulled her off his meat. "Wait a minute! You can't be serious, can you? How about cuddling a little, huh?"
Her sweaty smile was delicious. "You cured me, M'Lord! I no longer have that damnable curse from the Sex Squid! Please, let me thank you properly!" Then she tried to dive back at his fully erect dong.
"Wait a moment, Baby! I'm flattered, but think a moment. You have, what, seven more troopers who have the 'curse'? What about them? I'd better rest up if I'm going to help them..."
"Of course!" Stryker jumped in. "I've been so selfish! Yes, you must cure them, too!" Then she jumped up.
Standing above him, gloriously naked, she beamed down at him. "You stay here until I come for you! I have some 'things' to set up back at camp!" Then she was gone.
Idly Roger dropped his hand to his, again, throbbing, eighteen inch cock. This was all becoming very strange! His balls were literally burning again! Pretty soon, if his divine cock continues to act the way it has been the past hour, he's going to be back in the state he was in when he had been going days without pussy!
Then he heard Stryker's chihuahua voice barking orders. Within seconds Elves were scrambling about the camp and shrilly barking responses to Stryker's orders.
Just a couple of minutes later Roger was fantasizing about what else he could do with Stryker as his jumping cock drooled once again a pool of precum upon the grass before him. Then Stryker came through the brush, as naked, and attractive, as when she had left.
Roger rose eagerly, his prick bobbing as she stepped up. The first thing she did was bend over and kiss him...on the tip of his cock.
Well, alright! Roger thought, grabbing the Elf behind the head and driving a good half foot or so of cock down her slick, hot throat.
After gagging noisily, Stryker slapped his head grabbing hand away, then noisily pulled off him with a slurp! "No!" she hoarsely gasped. "Not me! Remember, you have the others to help...first! Then you can do to me whatever you want!" Taking him by his saliva slick, precum drooling cock, she pulled him hurriedly through the brush.
The sight that greeted him in the camp nearly floored him! Draped across the log he had been resting against, illuminated only by the moonlight, were the other seven Elves! They were on their bellies, feet on the ground on one side of the log, their hands on the ground on the other, just like Flare had been that night...
And, like Flare, they were all naked!
And their 'moons', those typically perfect, round, firm, plump Elven buttocks, were all mooning him! As he gawked the moonlight shone off those fourteen perfectly formed buns, all offered up...
For his use!
Stryker cupped his low hanging, grapefruit sized balls in one hand. "There they are. Cure them!" Then she bent over and began lubricating his cockhead with Elf spit and tongue.
As his cock jumped mightily in Stryker's jacking hand, a BIG shit eating grin broke out on his face. Well, it was a difficult job, but someone has to do it!
Right?
Was this place GREAT or what?!
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