Sylora wimpered again as she felt something hard and damp being pressed against her panties. Her beautiful face was covered in fear as she looked at Jenessa while the two brutes both held the blonde elf. One rested behind her playing his hands over her now exposed ass cheeks after tearing off her tabard. He had been delighted to find a pair of silky and lace bordered panties protecting the elf’s sweet cunt. His partner in front of him was busy licking over Sylora’s grand bust and she squinted with every brush of the warm red organ. ‘It shouldn’t be feeling this good. I have to focus through just like Master Felgan taught me.’ She thought but the feelings originating from her tits and ass were spilling over her body, eventually meeting a point in the middle of it; right between her legs. If they hadn’t been spread open by her captors she felt that they would be rubbing together if only to increase the heat and friction she was feeling.
The elf let out a small shy moan of pleasure as the thug behind her prodded her private entrance with his cock again. She felt a stain form from where he had made contact with her cloth and she realized that her own juices were leaking out onto the white fabric as well. There was a gruff sniff behind her and then she shivered as she heard the man laugh.
“The elf bitch is already getting a little bit wet boss. Hahaha.” The thug said and when Sylora raised an objection he spanked her ass hard. The elf fighter squealed in the pain but it was soon washed over with the growing pleasure as the naked man in front of her squeezed her bust together and licked over her bare nipples. She had never been touched so coarsely and the fear made her whimper and shake in between a growing volume of moans coming from her lips. It surprised even her and she closed her eyes and tried to think of her homeland and how peaceful it was there. But every attempt at forming a mental image to ignore the current situation was broken apart by the prod of a cock or the squeeze of a nipple.
“Mraaawmmm… Please… please don’t do that.” She begged them as she finally felt the thug stop teasing her and instead push his cock in right against her panties. The material was pressed inward making the front of her panties squeeze against her lips as the man in front of her bit down on a chunk of her breast. She moaned out as her juices flowed even more freely from the rough treatment as her tight canal felt the first thrust of cock in the encounter. The elf’s long blonde hair was plastered to her back as she cried out in rampant pleasure as the man’s hard throbbing cock was shoved inside of her body. Sylora was actually not a virgin but she was still incredibly tight and the pressure from the insertion made her breasts bounce as her entire body shook. The man in front of her chuckled and slapped her tits together before he started to rub his own hard erection against the front of her panties were which were still being stretched.
When the man fucking her pussy from behind pushed her forward and thrust back inside of her she felt him tear open a whole in her stained panties and she moaned aloud as she was penetrated again while the other man’s cock rubbed up and down against her sensitive points. The pleasure fragmented any further attempts at blocking out the procession as Sylora’ mouth opened up in a none to quiet husky moan as the cocks playing with her unlocked her hidden lust. She was always able to keep the friction in her nipples and breasts from spilling over by an appropriate amount of focus and later nightly masturbation. But this time with two men having their way with her the elf’s body betrayed her hidden pleasure even as her eyes shut and her mouth tried to turn her breathy moans into harsh growls through gritted teeth.
While Sylora was feeling the stretching pleasure growing within her Jenessa was experiencing similarly dire straits. Sureeshtan was still in front of her but he had moved her further down the tree after he had made her cum the first time. Her pussy was dripping down her thighs from where she was propped up further down the tree. He still had her hands secured behind her back but her breasts were now free of her top and bottom. The redehead’s bodacious bust hung forward while her nipples pushed forward as the mage sucked and licked on her breasts.
“Merrmmmphh. No… Just let us…. let us go you bastard.” She moaned as she felt Sureeshtan send another spell right against her clitoris. The small pink numb was felt as if had turned into a river of pleasure contained in one tiny point that was too small for everything it contained. The green magic was supposed to be used to heal allies and weaken foes. Now in a way it was still being used for its original purpose but with Sureeshtan controlling the power he was only using it to create a fire within her sex. It was like nothing that she had ever felt before and all she felt was a growing need for his cock. She wanted something to fill her so badly if only to stop the teasing he was doing to her as every moment or look of defiance she gave him was answered only with a green lightning bolt right into her body. Her body quivered and her legs ground against the dirt as she felt her pussy tighten around nothing more than the energy swirling within her body.
“Niaaaghhh… please. Noo…. I neeeee. pleeeasse. I want your cock….” The beautiful redhead said as the mage licked at her nipple and then grinned at her with a devilish grin as she she finally felt something inside of her pussy. It was smaller than a cock and she realized it was just two of his fingers and that he apparently wasn’t done teasing her yet.
“I know you do. And that’s your weakness. Such a craving and the only thing stopping you from sucking on my cock are the ropes holding you against the tree.” Sureeshtan said with absolute glee as Jenessa’ head turned back and forward as her willpower struggled to maintain some semblance of sanity against the boiling river of pleasure threatening to explode out from her clit. He was right, her body was only held up by the ropes securing her arms and legs to the tree while the mage continued to pump her pussy full of his long skilled fingers.
“Mrmmmnn. Please I …. I have to cum…” She whispered before she moaned even louder while the two thugs continued thrusting into Sylora. The poor blonde was in even worse straits than the redhead as Sylora’s mouth was opened wide as the thug in front of her pushed his big cock down her throat till he could go no further. The elf gagged on the cock steaming inside of her throat as her eyes looked up into his own, begging him to stop before he grabbed her hair and pulled back his cock before pushing his length inside of her once more while his friend behind her ravaged her ass.
“She’s so tight, tighter even then one of those Balucian whores haha!” The thug behind Sylora said. She squirmed, trying to get free but all it did was make her ass bounce more right as the hairy man behind her thrust forward once more. She squeaked around the cock abusing her mouth as she closed her eyes and tried to block out the surge of hard meat flooding her throat. Moaning and fighting back the tears trying to form in her eyes she found that none of her training had prepared her for such brutality. If she could just break free or at least remove her hands from the iron lock hold of the man behind her then she could scramble away and strike at Sureeshtan. Perhaps if Jenessa was freed they’d have a fighting chance against the mage and his henchmen. Without Merella’s magic she felt it was her only chance. But her mind’s potency for plans was failing each time she neared another release.
Her juices were dripping down onto the roots of a tree nearby the three but all she could feel was the incredible pleasure pulsing through her body, spreading her tight around the mammoth cocks inside of her as she felt her body starting to clench around the cock being shoved ruthlessly inside of her soft moist pussy. Her lips sealed tightly around his cock, milking him for all he was worth as her eyes opened again. She found the thug with his cock jammed into her throat smiling wickedly down at her as her eyes started to roll back in her head as the man in her pussy started to cum.
“Marrragggh! Fuck she’s pulling me inside!” The thug yelled before his balls were pressed firmly against Sylora’s body as if to root him completely to the busty blonde. She squirmed, trying to pull away as the hot scalding cum was sprayed deep into her body but she couldn’t escape. She was jammed back onto the erupting cock as the man fucking her mouth never abandoned his own pursuit of pleasure. It didn’t take him long and as Sylora felt the cock inside of her pussy continuing to fill her with the sweet thick feel of cum filling her tight little whole she felt a jolt of pain as thug in front of her yanked her face forward, burying her nose into his thick black pubic hair. She struggled to breath as he held her there strongly and filled her throat with his seed.
“Mrrmmmphhhnnnn.” She moaned around his the cock spewing inside both her holes before suddenly she felt both cocks being yanked out of her with no sense to her comfort. The poor elf fell to the ground, a whimpering cum soaked mess as her timid eyes looked up at the two men.
“Switch holes?” One thug asked and his friend nodded.
“Hell yeah. We’ll just have to. Hey man what’s that behind you?” The one thug asked as he noticed a figure moving behind the two of them right before he also saw a set of roots rising up around his dark leather boots. The thug was able to raise one boot out of reach of the ascending ground branches before another set burst from the ground and held his arm.
Sylora gasped in surprise as the other thug grabbed for a hatchet and approached his friend. Her body was still breathing heavily from the brutal fucking as she noticed the figure creeping up behind the man who was now focused on his friend.
“Merella?” She whispered before a flash of powerful fire slammed against the back of the man with the hatchet. The beefy thug screamed out as the fire slammed against his back; igniting him with its elemental magic. The pain it appeared to be causing him seemed anything but magical and he clawed away at his back trying desperately to remove the pain but the fire just kept spreading. The man contenting with the roots tried to fight but his resistance was crumbling as suddenly a new figure appeared with his hand raised against the thug. More roots reached out from the ground; wrapping around his neck and securing his arms at his sides and slowly cutting off his air. Sylora ignored the strangling man and instead focused her attention on the newcomer. He looked strange and nude… she noticed and his ears looked… elven?
Jenessa was too busy being used to absorb more and more pleasure spells to see the beginning of the rescue. Even when he just heard the sounds of disturbances from his thugs Sureeshtan had simply cast another pleasure spell to form right at the tips of Jenessa’s nipples. The erect nipples became harder than he could ever think possible and he had been right in the middle of flicking one with his tongue and the other with his finger when suddenly a wave of kinetic energy slammed into his side. Rolling to a crash at a nearby tree the mage stood up quickly while Jenessa felt the ropes binding her to the tree disappear in a cloud of fire and smoke and she crumpled to the ground with a whimper. The redhead looked up just in time to see the trees around Surrestan reaching down with dangerous looking branches. The mage spat a curse and the branches ignited right before a purple slash of energy lashed into him. Blood splashed out from his robes covering his chest and he howled in pain. Merella strode forward with her staff and cut another swipe into the air. Another spell of fell energy burst into existence. The purple energy pulsed for the barest of seconds before it slashed into the mage’s arm.
“Mwwaaaghh. Fuckin Bitch!! How did you escape?!!” He cursed and reached out to thrust his arm against her for another spell when he found that the branches that he had burned had simple been replaced by more. Many more. “Nooo!!! Let me go. I command you! I am Sureeshtan!” He shouted as Jenessa glared at him as she stood up. Her legs felt shaky and suddenly she found Sylora at her side. The quiet elf gave her a warm smile as she held Jenessa’s sweaty body. unfortunately it did little to calm the redhead’s dire need for release.
“I think I should just sit down Sylora…” Jenessa said as she chuckled lightly and Sylora let her down gently. They both turned to see the mysterious figure approaching Merella. The raven haired mage’s eyes were glowing the same ghastly purple of her spells.
“You should never have messed with my friends bastard. I would have been fine getting worked over till it was time to bring you in. But once you decided to do more than just try to do them harm… well that’s where you really made a mistake.” Merella said with a cruel smile.
Sureehstan spat at Merella in defiance and was attempting in vain to utter one last spell when suddenly Merella held out her hand towards the captured mage struggling against the roots. With a simple snap of her hand there was another curve of purple light right next to the mage’s throat. Jenessa did not look away as the blood dripped from the newest wound and the mage that they had hunted and then in turned been trapped by struggled to breath until he could breath no more. The trees that held him slowly seemed to move back away from the area and pulled the mage with him. The man that Merella had cast a fireball on had not lasted long after she had fallen on them and the man who had been secured in the roots was not moving anymore. The stranger with Merella nodded towards her and gave her a small smile.
He bowed his heads to the trees around him. “My thanks my friends…Perhaps now peace can return to our home once again.” He turned to Merella who moved away from him to her friends. Her eyes stopped glowing purple as she looked over her friends and gave them a wave of healing that didn’t set their bodies aflame with lust. Sylora gave a hearty sigh as she felt her scratches and cuts heal but it didn’t change the emotional damage to her but she was very thankful to Merella.
“I had worried for your safety. Seeing what he was doing to us I thought perhaps I would lose you.” Sylora said as she jumped up and hugged the mage. The black haired powerful women smiled arrogantly at her.
“It takes more than a few cocks to break me. Although I had help in this case, Jenessa, Syl please meet Treock. He says he is one of the last wood elfs of the Baan forest.” Merella beamed at her new friend. The wood elf closed his eyes and bowed before the two girls. It was the first time that Jenessa had truly looked at the stranger. His skin had a rough wooden quality almost like an unreal puppet. And yet she could see his chest move as he breathed and she also noticed the sway of his…
“Oh my…” Sylora said when she noticed it too. “ummm I well that’s I mean I never have actually heard of elves made of ‘wood’ ahem.” Sylora said feeling her cheeks redden as she looked away from the long branch that descended from Treock’s pelvis.
“Anyhow, his low hanging fruit aside Treock says that Sureeshtan was into all sorts of bad stuff. And worse not the good kind of kinky stuff but more like creating some sort of horrid creature mutants that he’d use to attack the village. It’s good we came we did.” She said and then gave a sly smile. Jenessa nodded in acknowledgement but as she sat on the ground all she could think of was Treock’s big hard looking cock and her own burning lust. The spells had not vanished with Sureeshtan’s death and given it was the closest cock at hand she couldn’t help but inch a bit closer towards him.
“Treoc… I am so grateful for your help. Please.. I .. I must ask one more favor of you. I think to undo the damage of the mage’s lust spells I need your cock.” She said and her eyes slowly rolled up towards him. The wood elf looked at her with raised brows.
“Well of course if I can help I am more than..”
“You know what I think I’ll be able to cast some healing on you and get those spells all sorted out. I think you and Sylora should take some time off and go clean off. I’ll be right behind you.” Merella quickly interjected as she moved in front of Treock, covering half his body before her hand started gliding down across his hard wooden chest. The redhead could have hissed at her friend but instead all she found herself doing was inching closer as the black haired mage smiled at their rescuer.
“That’s really not necessary Merella. But then again perhaps we should both give our appreciating for Treock’s bravery.” Jenessa said with a warm friendly grin until she saw Merella turn her head from the wood elf’s neck. It appeared from the smile on the mage’s face that Jenessa’ acquiescence was exactly what the black haired witch had planned for. As the mage’s fingers finally met with Treock’s root the elf let go a small sign before he looked over at his fellow elf.
“Wait what about Sylora?” He asked her as if wanting to make sure that the girls did not forget about her. Luckily Sylora was quick to make her own answer, not trusting either of her friends at the moment. “Oh don’t worry about me.. I’ll be just fine. Really do not sweat it as the humans say.” Treock nodded and then he raised a hand to rest against Merella’s cheek as he kissed her wet playful lips while he grunted more as the mage grasped his cock and aimed it right for Jenessa’s lips as the redhead eagerly sought out a way to relieve her lust as her hands squeezed her breasts together, trying as best as she could to get her nipples to rub together as if that would setoff the explosion inside of her that she desperately wanted to release.
Sylora did not look away, well at least not immediately and then she decided to gather up their gear. She had found her armor and organized Jenessa’s small fragments of clothing when she found that a chair of roots had been constructed for her. She did not really just want to watch but she wasn’t comfortable jumping in either but a chance to sit down felt good. As she settled in and looked at the three as they began to truly explore each other’s bodies she couldn’t help but feel a bit feverish and she noticed that now her juices were leaking free of any molestation. In short order just as she had after getting drunk after meeting with Gregor the elf bit her lip as her hand traveled across her body and her smooth well manicured hands experimentally slid over her lips. She let go of a breathless moan as she played with herself and then her eyes changed course when she saw part of the chair’s arm rest changing.
The arm of the chair began having a protrusion that stretched forward. In short order the protrusion started to resemble a branch and then soon enough into something much more… male. She licked her lips at the impressive sight and reached out to the phallic shape. The wooden dildo formed by old elfish magic fell right into her hand. It felt strange, too smooth to be wood but just shy of smooth enough to be skin. But she knew one thing. It was definitely bigger than her all of her fingers combined could be. Lowering the wood cock to her body she just looked up in time to see Treock wink at her as both Merella and Jenessa settled in to start licking over every inch of his great cock. It looked as though his pelvis was covered in brilliant red and black hair as each girl moved and up and down over his length while his rod hardened even more and began to leak his own special sap. Sylora’s chin lifted and as she pushed the magical dildo the first few inches into her body her big breasts hitched up as her mouth opened in a perfect ‘O’ of astonishment.
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Back in the village Indica was washing up after another fantastic evening serving the guardians who decided to visit the Horn Gal once they were off their shift. It was late and she was just enjoying a nice bath on the porch area. The magically warmed waters washed every inch of her luscious frame. People thought it was just magic that kept the 40 something year old looking barely over twenty eight but she always accounted it to keeping herself in good shape with the occasional bout of five to seven hard fucks a night along with some other well one might call them kinky exercises that helped keep her lean and fit. Sure there was some magic in play but she definitely enjoyed the process of maintaining her figure with the other amorous activities. The night air felt good on her face as her huge breasts bobbed against the water with her pert nipples occasionally breaching the surface.
She was about to call one of her maids or bartenders in from the pub to check on the state of the business and perhaps join in her in some more exercise when she heard to deep toll of the village’s alert bell. She instantly stood up, her gaze narrowing as her red hair fell around her shoulders. The length tickled even her nipples as she stepped out of the pool while casting a heating spell over her body before summoning her robes. The clothing rushed from its folded perch nearby and with her last few steps into the pub one boot slipped onto her foot and then the other.
“Balthis!” She shouted to one of the bartenders. “Make ask if any of our guests are trained fighters just in case. I am off to meet with the guardians. If you don’t hear back from me in ten minutes then be sure to lock the doors till I or one of the guardians returns with word.” She ordered as she stepped out towards the front door of the pub when her staff sailed from upstairs and right into her outstretched hand.
“Yes mistress of course!” Balthis replied and then raced off to rouse the guests and ask for any with combat experience to help in settling whatever disturbance had arrived in the night. Outside the chill hit her again but this time it was not the relaxing cool from a day well spent. Instead this time and in a short span it had changed to an edge of lurking trouble. She immediately went off towards the northern gate where she detected the bell tolling was coming from. When she arrived she was hardly winded but her eyes widened as she saw the glow of fires behind the wooden palisade and the guardians were rushing back and forth.
She spotted Gregor. “Gregor what is going on?” She asked as she mentally prepared her body and mind to be casting spells, she had a feeling she would need the added focus.
“Orcs…” He told her and then nodded to the ladder that would take her to the guard tower. She nodded and bounded up the ladder with quick footwork and magically enhanced strength. Her robes billowed, exposing her naked flesh to the two sentries and four archers inside of the box of brick and mortar.
“Indica… I’ve never seen so many.” One of the guardians said as she looked past them. Her jaw nearly dropped. There were at least a two hundred torches waiting her purple eyes and three times as many green and black skinned humanoids waiting. She immediately recognized the hunched necks and squatty blunt nosed faces. Indica had fought them before but never in this capacity. Worse her fears instantly manifested as she realized they were not rushing forward. That meant order, that meant leadership and command. It meant a warchief.
“Have you sent riders to Evecroft?” She asked as she looked for any sign that they were organizing a move. It was unsettling seeing the usually brainless thick necked warriors holding their position. It did not bode well for the village. Their only hope was reinforcements from the larger city to the north.
“We didn’t have the chance. They were on us all of the sudden and the two riders we sent were cut down before they could get past the orc line.” One of the archers said. Indica nodded and her hands clenched as she let the her energy flow through her.
“We’ll have to find the warchief… maybe if I can find him I can.” Her words were cut off by a horrible scream. The archer and mage turned and realized it was coming from inside of the town. In her heart Indica knew. The orcs had managed to find a way inside the town. She immediately hopped down and raced towards the sound of the screams. If they couldn’t deal with the raiders then when the warhost decided to move in they wouldn’t last a minute. Thinking on her options she knew there was little she could do against just so many orcs.
“Prepare another set of riders. We have to get word out. They’ll be taking slaves for those of us they don’t kill. We have to send word and warn the other villages.” She yelled as she raced forward. Moving nimbly through the houses she found the orcs that had snuck in. Their bodies were painted all black with only their yellowish white eyes appearing in the darkness. Their deception undone some had already lit torches to guide their path. Two warriors lay dead at their feet. Indica growled back a curse and raised both her hands sending a wave of lightning directly into the orcs. The orcs immediately caught in the blast were blasted with the powerful discharge. Their bodies snapped and hissed as they were covered in the blue lightning that scorched their skin. The roar of their blood cries fueled Indica on but those that had escaped the initial blast were closing in around her. She snarled and snapped her hands out with a wide sweeping motion that sent a wave of kinetic energy right into them.
The first orcs were simply crushed by the strength of the force and the others were hammered back like ragdolls. But more just kept coming. She had no way of knowing where the breech was when they kept coming at her. Worse she could hear shouts and sounds of fighting not far. She knew that if the orcs hadn’t begun their attack on the gate yet then they would soon. Blasting another orc and spinning out of the way of another Indica grabbed the fool’s axe and cleaved his head in a smooth strike.
Two more rushed her side and cut fast slashes across her robes. The fabric opened up from the tear exposing more of her body with each graceful and fluid movement. She smacked the pummel of her axe into the chest of one orc before cleaving another in two. Following this she spun the orc in a quick circle, imbuing it with the power of her magic. As she raised it up to the sky she unleashed a hurricane of unrelenting power. Orcs all around her tried to shield their eyes from the pulsing wave of deadly energy. The ones nearest her exploded into dust and then she finally let the axe go. It spun with deadly purpose, rending orcs left and right and shocking others. Unfortunately more continued to pour into the area between the small knot of houses.
The powerful magister knew she only had a few moments before she would be overwhelmed. Powerful or no she had no support in this battle, perhaps with forty skilled warriors or her daughter and her students. But here in the dark surrounded by the horde she knew she couldn’t resist them for long. Her eyes looked to find a group of people nearby fleeing from another band. Somewhere a woman screamed and Indica didn’t have think much to figure out what was happening to her. She had to do something drastic. Closing her eyes Indica enveloped her body in a sphere of brilliant white light. While the sphere only extended about two feet away from her it immediately stopped the orcs and repulsed the ones closest to her.
Entering into a place of absolute focus Indica prepared her spell. She had never used one so powerful but to save the village she knew she had no other option. Chanting words she had learned years ago from an ancient Rhosarian mystic she could still hear the hissing and roaring of the orcs continued as they began beating on the shield orb protecting Indica. Her eyes remained closed but she could feel every strike as if it was against her own body. She grimaced but continued saying the words to charge up a smell more powerful than any she had used before. Finally she uttered the last word.
“Martadash…” she said as her eyes opened. Some of the closest orcs took a step back seeing the ghastly white eyes staring out at her. Then suddenly there was a loud blasting thunderclap as the orb exploded forward from Indica’s body. The powerful wave dispersed with her as the epicenter. It spread across the entire village and any time it contacted one of the villagers they glowed the same ghastly white before they were suddenly popped into nothingness. The last act of the surrounded mage had been to teleport her entire village away from the orc horde and their reaches.
“Niaaahh..” Indica said when she spell finally finished. Her breasts heaved as she breathed heavily, trying to recover her strength for the next assault. But when she looked up to the orcs to raise her hands it was already too late. They had fallen upon her with surprising speed. She shoved one away before another struck his club against the back of her head. Indica was knocked out before she hit the ground.
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