The Quest to Reclaim the Throne

The city of Gondilfrain was covered in darkness. It was night, yes, but there was a sinister cloud over the place that made the inhabitants of the city cower in their homes and board up their windows.

At least some of the inhabitants.

There were some that seemed to welcome the sinister cloud of darkness building over the once gleaming city. They were citizens who had once been the dregs of society, those that lurked down dark alleyways and hid from the light of day and the gleaming might of Lothdori Brightmane, Elven ruler of Gondilfrain.

These lurkers in the dark had always hid themselves from the beautiful, powerful Elven queen and those who followed her. The armed forces of Gondilfrain were always busy hunting these curs down, imprisoning and chasing them from the city and its lands or even killing the vilest of them.

But things had changed over the last week in Gondilfrain. The darkness had come and with it Gondilfrain’s society had been overturned. The scum who had hid in the shadows now held power and all that was good and honest and innocent had been shackled or driven from the city. The mighty queen Lothdori Brightmane had been overthrown and in her throne now sat a new monarch.

Elayna Chandler was a Silver Elf, a woman of immense natural magical powers, more powerful even than a High Elf as the former queen was. Elayna had once been Lothdori Brightmane’s most trusted adviser and the general of her armed forces. Silver Elves were known for their purity and the former queen’s trust in her had been complete. Her betrayal had been totally unexpected but once she sat on the throne of Gondilfrain she had revealed her true self: a mighty sorceress of dark powers who had given herself totally to the perverse gods of The Corruption.

The streets of Gondilfrain were full of fear and rumors. No one knew for sure what the new queen had done to the woman she had dethroned. Some said she had killed Lothdori Brightmane after a battle where each Elven woman had unleashed all their magical power and that in the end Elayna Chandler had taken the Staff of Power from the former queen. Others, who were more hopeful, said that Lothdori still lived and was simply imprisoned in the palace’s dungeons.

The former queen was stunningly beautiful, even for a High Elf, and it had long been said her beauty was immortal and everlasting. Those of pure heart that remained in the city held tightly to this belief, certain the old queen could never be killed. She had reigned for many hundreds of years and during that time countless suitors had come to try and woo her but all had failed. Yet in the final months of her reign her belly had swelled and she had declared she was with child. No one had known who the father was and she had refused to reveal his identity, not even confirming the father was a mortal man. Regardless, the child would be her heir.

Some say this was why Elayna chose this time to reveal her treachery, striking before the heir to the throne was born and while the pregnancy made the good queen weak. But even as Elayna’s full evilness had been revealed few thought she vile enough to kill a woman and her unborn child a mere month before it was due to be born into the world. This was the main reason why so many in the city believed the former queen still lived, imprisoned in the palace’s dungeons. But none of the rumors were true, although some were close to the mark.

Lothdori Brightmane still lived and she was not imprisoned, although it was unclear whether Elayna Chandler knew the woman she had deposed still lived. For her part Lothdori Brightmane hoped her foe thought she was dead. The battle they had fought had been intense and Elayna had been sure of her victory. It had taken all the power Lothdori had left to cast a spell that would both teleported her out of the palace and make it seem the killing spell Elayna had cast had struck true.

Not far from the palace Lothdori had a small safe house, a precaution she had built when she first ascended to the throne of Gondilfrain. None but her knew of it and it was there that she had been hiding the last few days. Her pregnancy was advanced and it hindered her physical abilities as well as drained much of her natural magical powers. The battle with Elayna had nearly killed her but after resting for these past few days the pregnant High Elf was as recovered as she would ever be.

Her plight was not hopeless, even though she was weakened. Even in this state of reduced physical and magical might she thought she had a good chance of winning should she be able to face Elayna one on one again as she beloved the traitor had only defeated her through treachery and surprise. And Lothdori had escaped with the Staff of Power, a potent weapon and tool worth as much as the entire Gondilfrain military.

Lothdori knew that if she was to reclaim her throne she’d need to do so quickly. If she waited too long the traitor Elayna would surely be able to tighten her control of the city and with enough time perhaps even find Lothdori in her secret hiding place. So she would act now, striking to defeat her foe while what strength she had was returned to her and while her foe was still struggling to gain full control of the city.

Her plan was simple: use her hundreds of years of living in the palace to her advantage. She’d sneak in and make her way through the place, dealing with any traitors that apposed her along the way and hoping, although not expecting, to find a few still loyal to her. She’d work her way up to the throne room and face Elayna Chandler once again, only this time surprise would be on her side.

She would begin tonight, under the cover of darkness. At that is where our story begins…

 

* * *

 

Lothdori Brightmane, deposed queen of Gondilfrain, sat in the dark corner of a one of the most disreputable taverns in the entire city. She wore a heavy cloak, the hood of which was pulled down over her face and she had a scarf wrapped around most of her face, leaving only her bright Elven eyes showing. The bulk of both her impressively large breasts and her huge, pregnant stomach were as well hidden as they could be. Her hope had been that the outfit would leave her looking more like a fat man then a pregnant woman and thanks to a little magic the disguise seemed to be successful.

As she spoke to the figure sitting across from her she also used a spell that altered her voice. “I need to hire you,” she said, sounding like a man and completing her gender bending disguise.

The person across from her was a small, thin woman. She wore robes that were so filthy Lothdori doubted they had ever been washed. The young woman’s face was equally as dirty, long blond hair that was so covered in filth it barely looped more brown then yellow, covered much of her face. There was also a strong unwashed smell coming off the woman that assaulted Lothdori’s enhanced High Elven senses and left her doubting whether not just the woman’s filthy clothing was the only thing that had never been washed.

Dirty and unremarkable, the woman was known as The Waif and she was the most famous (or infamous depending on your point of view) rogue in all of Gondilfrain. Lothdori had heard much about her crimes and had been responsible for raising the reward for the young Human woman’s capture more than once. It pained her to be coming to this woman for help but there was no other person in the entire city that had the skills needed to help her regain her throne.

The Waif was leaning back in her chair, one muck covered boot up on the table as she used a fork to dig the dirt out from under her nails. She stared at her hands, fixated on the fork as she used it to clean her filth covered hands, not looking up at Lothdori as she responded. “And what, exactly, do you need to hire me for?” She paused, flicking some dirt out away from her finger. Lothdori winced, disgusted by such lowborn Human manners. “The person who sent you to me seemed to think you’d be able to pay double or even triple my normal fee. Which is strange, they don’t normally vouch for people.”

Lothdori winced again, thinking about the person The Waif was talking about. They were a captain of the city guard, someone she had always thought loyal to her. But when she had been betrayed they had been there alongside Elayna Chandler. In the days since then she had discovered they were, in truth, one of the most corrupt officials in the city and had long been taking bribes from various criminal elements.

Yet when Elayna had declared her intent to kill Lothdori this person had seemed shocked and she had seen what she thought was regret on their face. She’d taken a huge risk going to this person to plead help and the risk had only half paid off. They agreed not to let anyone know Lothdori was still alive nor to betray her, but the only help they’d offer was putting her in contact with The Waif and vouch for her ability to pay the rouge’s rather large fee for service.

“I need you to help me sneak into the palace,” Lothdori said in her gruff, disguised male voice.

The Waif looked up from her nails, interest on her face. “The palace? I’ve never broken into there…” It was clear the young woman was running the idea through her head, deciding whether she could do it or not. When a smile began to tug at the edges of her thin lips Lothdori knew the woman thought she could do the job. “Do you have a specific destination inside the palace you need to get to?”

“The throne room,” Lothdori said quickly. “But any details beyond that I am not willing to give till you have accepted this job. And you must get me to my destination unharmed. I will only pay AFTER the mission is complete.”

The Waif seemed unsurprised by this stipulation. “Most jobs like this, that’s how it works. Suppose you’re worried I’ll get you half way in then just turn you into the guards.”

“Yes, I’m worried about that,” Lothdori said, certain the small woman before her didn’t understand just how much of a worry it was.

The Waif pulled her filthy boot off the table and let it slam down onto the floor as she sat up, leaning in and getting close to Lothdori’s face. “I’ll take the job, and here’s why. One: although a specific sum hasn’t been named the person who put you in contact with me hinted at how much you’re willing to pay for this which is more than enough for me to retire from the life I lead, at least for a little while. Two: I’m interested in finding out who you are. The spell you’re using to disguise your voice is sublet and impressive and I doubt most people wouldn’t be able to notice it. But I’m not most people, and I DID notice as soon as you spoke.

“Also,” she said as she continued, “the way you’re bundled up its clear you’re not just hiding your identity, which isn’t all that rare in a place like this. Covering your face, disguising your voice, that’s all pretty normal stuff. While I’m certain every other person in this crowded tavern buys you’re a big fat man, I don’t. You’re no man, I’d bet my life on it. And although I wouldn’t bet on this, I’d hazard a guess that you’re not as fat as you appear.”

Two things struck Lothdori as The Waif spoke to her, both revealing much about the tiny Human woman. Even though she was covered in more filth than a street urchin (and as small as she was most who passed her probably assumed that’s what she was) her breath smelt perfectly clean, pleasant even. She spoke with her thin lips help tight around her teeth but when they were visible it was clear that they were flawlessly clean. This told Lothdori that the filthy rag like robes she wore, the dirt covering her face and hair, it was all a mask.

The second thing she noticed was the young woman’s eyes. They were bright and burned with an intelligent intensity that Lothdori rarely saw in Humans and even less rarely saw in any of the lesser races.  Their color was a vibrant blue but there were shimmering purple flecks in her irises that revealed this waif of a girl could control powerful magic (which would go a long way to explaining why she was such a successful thief).

But more importantly The Waif’s eyes were stunningly, breathtakingly beautiful.

Lothdori stared into the young rogue’s eyes and felt her chest flutter. Her face was pressed so close to hers, her warm breath blowing on her face. Their lips were almost touching they were so close and Lothdori had to fight the urge to lean forward and kiss the young woman because under all the filth was something young and vibrant and beautiful.

Lothdori had always had a weakness for such women and as a queen had been accustomed to having them whenever she wanted. And she had always been a woman who had desired other women. When there had been a lady before her she had wanted she had taken that woman, it was her right as the queen. Her preference for women was something she didn’t hide yet the city never seemed to accept her sexuality, or least not talk about it openly. As far as she knew there were none outside of the palace that knew she was a lesbian, which explained why so many male suitors had come to try and woo her. Surely if her preference for women had traveled outside the palace these men would not have come as often as they had?

The thought of male suitors made her want to hold her belly protectively but she forced herself not to do this. Doing so would almost instantly destroy the illusion that she was a man. Her mind also flashed to the conception of the child growing in her belly but only for a moment. It was something she chose not to dwell on and if she had her choice would never reveal the details of the event to another living being.

Desire to kiss The Waif also brought memories back of Lothdori’s most frequent lover. That memory ruined her mood, as the one she had shared her bed most often with had been the one that had betrayed and tried to kill her. Even now she wondered if their romance had all been a ploy to make Lothdori blind to her enemy’s true intentions.

“So,” The Waif said, pulling back away from Lothdori slightly. “What should I call you?”

“Nothing for now,” the former queen replied. “I have a place near here, where I have been hiding. If you really are accepting this job I want you to come there with me now. Once safe there I will reveal my identity to you and explain my quest in more detail.”

“Sure,” The Waif said with a nod, standing up. The ragged brown robes she wore were totally unadorned save for a thick belt wrapped around her narrow waist and a old, but sturdy looking, short sward that hung in a well worn scabbard from her it.

As soon as The Waif was on her feet her hand fell to the sword’s handle. Lothdori had thought at first that the move was an instinctive one, there had been no urgency to it and she had moved her arm as if this was just how she stood. But then The Waif started to speak and she realized the impression was just another mask the young woman wore well.

“I want you to follow me closely as we leave,” she said calmly although Lothdori could hear there was dire urgency hidden in her words. “Our conversation was not overheard but there are those who have been watching us as we spoke. I do not think these men are after you. I had hoped this new queen would drop the bounty on me as she seems to be close to much of the criminal element of the city. But it turns out she only likes those she calls friends. She doubled the price for my head and declared she wanted ONLY it brought to her. The old queen, she might have been a stuck up High Elf bitch, but at least she didn’t kill people like me without good cause.”

Lothdori slowly rose to her feet, trying not to move like the pregnant woman she was and ignoring the insult the woman didn’t know was directed at her. “I’ve weapons,” she whispered as she stepped up to The Waif. The small rogue was barely over five feet tall while Lothdori stood over six feet, standing together they looked an almost comical pairing. They looked even more ludicrous as The Waif, unless viewed close, seemed only a street urchin. For such a big fat “man” to be protected by one so mall must have seemed ludicrous to any who noticed them.

“Don’t draw them,” The Waif whispered back, “no matter what happens. I don’t know you or what you can do and suspect you’ll just get in my way. I think I recognize these men and I can handle them. Just stay close and stay out of the way.”

They then left the tavern, pushing their way past drunken patrons and being closely followed by three large men. Once out on the dark streets they walked quickly, turning down the first alleyway they came to. After getting a little ways into it The Waif threw her arm out and pushed Lothdori back as she turned to face the street they had come from. “Just stay behind me and try not to scream.”

“Why would I scream?” Lothdori asked, but before The Waif could reply the three men came around the corner.

They already had their weapons drawn. One had a short sword, the other a club with metal spikes nailed into it, and the final one had what looked like a small blacksmiths hammer. They were gruff and dirty and looked as though they lived their lives as thugs, praying on those poorer and weaker than them.

“Look what we have here,” the biggest of the three said, brandishing his weapon and stepping forward. “The Waif with only an old, unarmed fat man to protect her.”

“Actually, I’m protecting him,” The Waif replied with disinterested disdain in her voice. “We’ve places to go and you are slowing us down.” Her posture was slouched and she leaned one arm against the nearby wall. But Lothdori saw the muscles in the hand resting on the handle of her sword tighten. The young woman was far more ready for combat then she seemed.

“You won’t be making it to that place, where ever it be,” the man said with an evil smirk. “The new queen, she’s put quite a price on your head and we plan on bringing to her. Course, we might not chop it off right away, might not even kill you till later. You is a tiny, malnourished little street mouse but you is still a woman. Might bring you back to our place for some sport before we behead you!”

“I’m sorry,” she said, sounding not at all intimidated, “but I’ve never been much interested in what men have in their pants. I’ve always preferred the company of women.” Lothdori wondered if this was true or just something she was saying to deflect their threats, but asking would have to wait till later.

“A lesbian? Ha! They are the best to fuck into submission,” the man said, moving closer. “Think I’ll enjoy sticking you with my ‘knife’,” he said, grabbing his crotch lewdly at her.

The hand holding The Waif’s sword handle moved so fast Lothdori doubted the men’s Human eyes could have seen what was only a blur to her own Elven eyes. The side of The Waif’s robes flew open and something metal came out. A moment later her hand had shot forward and the thing had been flung forward, moving through the air and reaching its target all in the blink of an eye.

With a look of surprise on his face the man who had been speaking stopped moving forward, stumbling back and reaching up to touch the thing now buried in his neck. He looked down then looked back at the Waif, opening his mouth to talk but instead of words blood came pouring out in a disgusting gurgle.

He dropped to his knees as life began to fade from him, and as he did the knife started to shimmer, becoming blue and ethereal as if no longer solid. It shifted in shimmering air then disappeared completely. The Waif’s hand was back on the handle of her short sword and she now drew it as she casually started to walk forward.

The two remaining goons took a step back, their eyes large and full of fear. The one armed with the club weapon and threw up his hands. “We’re sorry,” he blurted dumbly. “It was all his idea, we’ll just leave you now!”

“I think not,” she said with disinterest in her voice as she continued to stride casually down the alleyway.

Then the air around her began to shimmer and for a moment Lothdori saw a split image of The Waif walking forward. Then one of them leaned down and quickly sprinted forward with her weapon out before her. The other image remained walking forward at a slow, steady pace but flickered and was transparent, as if not really there.

Lothdori knew at once what was happening. The Waif had silently cast a spell that had made her true self invisible and left an illusionary copy of herself striding forward. It was only thanks to her Elven eyes and her own latent magical powers and strong will that allowed her to see the illusion for what it was and see the real Waif running forward.

With astonishing speed The Waif dashed between the two thugs, ducking down then springing up behind the one who had dropped the club and slitting his throat with a knife she had pulled from her robes with her spare hand. At the same time she swung her sword out beside her, lopping the other man’s head off with ease that startled and shocked Lothdori. The two men’s bodies dropped, blood spraying out and the man with the slit throat gurgling as he quickly died.

As soon as she had struck the illusionary version of her had disappeared, leaving only the real Waif standing triumphant. She bent, wiping the blood off of her blades onto the man who was dying at her feet. She then stood, putting her weapons away and walking away from him without a glance back at him.

“Well, that’s taken care of,” The Waif said as if she had just finished a simple and exceedingly tedious chore. “Now take me to this hideout of yours.”

 

* * *

 

Once they were in Lothdori’s safe house The Waif had taken off the filthy, ragged robes she wore. Underneath she had on simple, tight fitting clothing that was far cleaner, confirming that the rags were all part of a costume. Lothdori also noticed the stink that had clung to the girl seemed to disappear and she suspected it actually came from some kind of charm on the robes that was only active while she wore them.

The young woman’s body was short and incredibly thin, looking as if she had probably spent most of her life being malnourished. She looked as though she was just barely a woman of age but it was clear her narrow boyish hips and her flat chest would never fill out. Yet there was a stunning beauty to her slender body and an alluring feminine grace in the way she moved.

Her dusty blond hair was long, hanging down past her shoulders. Before it had been wild and hung down over much of her face. But as soon as she had taken her robes off she had pulled a hair tied form her pocket, pulling her hair back and securing it out of her face. It was a small thing but it totally changed the appearance of the young woman, revealing how beautiful her face was.

Lothdori had been so distracted by the young Human’s beauty that it had taken her moment to notice just how many weapons she had secured to her body. The robes had hidden all but the short sword secured to her outer belt but Lothdori now say that she had  leather straps running crossed over her torso that were covered in daggers and pockets full of throwing stars as well as another belt around her waist holding pouches and even more small weapons.

Noticing Lothdori staring at all the weapons she smiled sheepishly, as if self conscious about them. “You can never be too prepared, nor have too many daggers.” As she said this she pulled one out, holding up to show Lothdori. The dagger glimmered then became transparent and blue. A moment later it faded from her hand, reappearing where it had been drawn form. “It’s also nice when the daggers come back to you on their own.”

“You are not what I expected,” Lothdori said, standing and looking at the woman who she was starting to grow confident would be her savior.  But before they could move on she’d have to reveal her true identify to the girl and see if she was still willing to help her.

Clearly having similar thoughts The Waif bowed slightly and said, “You’ve seen me but I’ve yet to see you. Please, take off the disguise so I can see who, or what, I’ve agreed to work for.”

Lothdori took a deep breath then stood tall as she started to peel of her disguise piece by piece. As she undressed she watched The Waif, observing the way her eyes grow bigger and bigger as she realized who was standing before her.

When Lothdori had escaped the palace it had been at night and she had been dressed in a night garment. It, along with the Staff of Power, where the only possessions she had left to her so it was this night garment she wore under the disguise.

Golden bracelets and leather straps were wrapped up and down arms and on her neck she wore a thick leather choker. Extending from the choker were two strips of semi-transparent white cloth that snuggly moved down over her very large breasts. High Elves breasts were incredibly large and firm by Human standards and Lothdori’s had always been large even for one of her race. Her pregnancy had only led to her breasts growing even larger, although they sagged more than they once had. The cloth covering her mass of chest meat was tucked up under them, connected to a leather strap that ran around her lower chest that rested just under breasts and above the swelling of her belly. The white fabric acted as a kind of sling, keeping her huge milk-swollen breasts in check although the clear fabric made it so her dark pink nipples were clearly visible.

The white fabric was secured to the leather strap around her lower chest then ran down her body, hugging the sides of her huge swollen belly. They met around the bottom, tucked under her belly where they met a small cord that wrapped around her thick waist. The ends of the two clothes were pulled together and hung down by a few inches, a bit of fabric that barely covered her womanhood. Her back end had no covering at all and her large, plump ass was left totally exposed.

She knew the outfit left her almost naked, with nearly every inch of her pale skinned body on display, but she refused to wear anything else except her one disguise that made her look like a man, and even then she kept the garment on underneath. She was rightful queen and her body was a wonder to behold and only in the direst of circumstances would she hide it.

By the way The Waif was openly admiring Lothdori’s ample Elven curves it was clear she had really meant what she had said about preferring women to men. It was also clear that the magical aura all High Elves had was affecting the small Human woman. She took a step back and whispered, “Your Majesty,” then bowed. A moment later she blinked and blushed, embarrassed to have bowed. “That was rather silly of me,” she said, looking away. “I should refuse to treat you with such courtesy,” she quickly added, looking back with anger on her face. “How many times did you send your guards out to capture me?”

“Too many to count,” Lothdori Brightmane said, standing tall and proud but giving her a look that made it clear she had taken no joy in doing so. “I knew not what an exceptional individual you were and was thinking only of keeping law and order in my kingdom.”

“Law and order,” The Waif said with a derisive scoff. She looked at Lothdori, trying to maintain eye contact but her eyes kept wondering down to her large breasts. They were by far the biggest The Waif had ever seen in person and it was clear from the fire in her eyes as she looked at them that she was a fan of large breasts.

She forced herself to look up and meet the Elven queen’s eyes before she spoke again. “Everything makes sense now. You want me to sneak you into the palace so you can confront the woman who deposed you and reclaim your throne. And should you do that you’ll have all the riches of Gondilfrain to reward me with.”

“Yes,” Lothdori said, running her hands through her long blond hair then reaching down and holding her belly. “But it’s not just for me that I wish to regain the throne. I’ve this one to think about. It is destined to be a monarch just as I am, if not greater. I need the throne so that one day this child can sit upon it.”

The Waif furrowed her brow. “You look like you are about to pop, there can’t be more than a month before you are due. Can you really handle a mission like this? It will be tough going and we will almost certainly need to fight our ways through parts of the palace. You’ve seen I can handle myself but I won’t be able to fight all of your fights for you and in your state you may even be a hindrance to me.”

Lothdori smiled. “Elven women are not as useless as Human women in the same state. What I am still capable till astonish you. But my might never came from physical prowess, it came from magic. And this,” she said, raising a hand up. The air shimmered and then a golden spear appeared in her hand. It was tipped with a glowing blue crystal that was pointed as if it was more deadly looking then the blade of a normal spear. Floating beside it were two more such crystals, each hovering a couple of inches lower than it, and together they made the staff look as if it were a trident. The Staff of Power hummed with magical might, strong enough that The Waif could feel it from across the room.

“I’ve this,” the Elven queen declared. “Armed with the Staff of Power my pregnancy and the small way it hinders me physically will not matter. Yes, I’d not be able to take an army on and survive, but I suspect with your help we’d only ever be encountering opponents a few at a time. And there may still be those in the palace who are loyal to me and seeing that I am still alive may aid us.”

“And in return,” The Waif replied, crossing her arms, “I get riches, yet as soon as you are in power your armed forces will simply come to arrest me for my former crimes. No, Your Majesty, knowing now who you are and what you want me to help you do I don’t think I will be taking this job.”

For a moment Lothdori’s heart sank. What would she do without this young woman’s help? And if she was not helping her would she turn on her as well? Had coming to her for help only helped doom her all the quicker?

“Unless,” The Waif said, making hope spring back into Lothdori’s chest. “Unless part of my payment is that you will wipe away all of my crimes. Once back in power it will be as if I was the most outstanding citizen in the city.”

It was a simple request and Lothdori saw no reason to deny it. “Yes, of course,” she said quickly. “So you will help me?” she then pressed.

“Yes,” The Waif said slowly, as if she hadn’t been sure of her answer till she had spoken it aloud. “I will help you. But we must plan this out. I’m sure you know secret ways into the palace and so do I. I say we sit and write out what we know, compare notes as they say. I also know the movement of the guards, or at least how they used to move. The woman who disposed you, well, she’s running the city differently. Either way she should be able to come up with a plan.”

So the two women sat and then they began to plan…

 

* * *

 

As a plan formed both women grew accustomed, even comfortable, with each other. Lothdori had lived many hundreds of years, through so many generations of Humans that there were times she struggled not to look down at them as lesser beings. And this woman before her, The Waif, she was young even for a Human! Yet the life she had lived growing up on the streets of her city had been hard and that life had made her wiser than another she had ever encountered who was so young.

As they talked hints at the life The Waif had lived were scattered before Lothdori and they shamed her, knowing such pain and suffering thrived in her city. She’d sat on her throne, dealing with larger issues and forgetting her people were mostly poor overworked peasants. Yet this remarkable young woman been a lowly peasant, she had been even less. The Waif said she had no idea what had happened to her parents and had no memories of them. Her entire life had been that of a homeless, orphan street urchin.

Her life had been misery where those bigger, stronger, and older had prayed on her until she had learned the skills of the rogue. That had changed her life. It had remained hard, maybe even grown harder. But she had gained the skills to wrest control of her life and the hardships she suffered became ones she chose and that had great rewards.

The more Lothdori found out about The Waif the more she admired her. And the more she admired her the more she noticed just how attractive the youthful woman was. In fact, by the time the night had grown late and they were both growing drowsy, Lothdori had a hard time thinking of nothing other than how alluring the young Human was.

The Waif stood from the table they both sat at, stretching and yawning. “We’ve a plan,” she said, looking at the papers spread out on the table, “but we can’t begin till tomorrow night. And we are both tired so I say we sleep through the day. That way we will be well rested for the long night before us.”

Lothdori nodded, pushing her chair back as she held her belly with one hand and stood. “I agree. I’m very tired yet…” She’d been about to say she was horny. She’d often found sleep hard without sexual release no matter how tired she was and as queen she’d only needed proclaim her need for a woman to come and give her what she desired. But she was no longer queen, not truly while she cowered and hid in this place, and The Waif, although serving her, was not her servant.

The Waif smirked. “And yet,” she said, repeating her words and moving around the table with the grace of a cat, her eyes focused on the curvaceous High Elf with predatory lust in them. “It doesn’t make sense for me to head to my home. Honestly, there might be some more thugs waiting there to do me harm. In a way enlisting with you might be the only way to save my life if I want to remain in the city. The new queen, the price she’s put on my head, it will be known by all soon and there will be few I’ll be able to trust. The people I call friends, well, every friendship has a point where a big enough bag of coin will put an end to said friendship.”

She moved up the Lothdori, turning so her back was against the High Elf’s side and stretching up against her, wrapping her arms around her neck and staring up into her eyes. “Can I sleep here? With you? I’m very small and won’t take up much room in your bed.” She slipped a hand back behind Lothdori’s head and ran her fingers up into her golden hair, caressing her scalp. “And I could help with any needs you might have before bed. I’m sure you’re used to servants taking care of your every whim. Let’s play make believe, that you are still queen and I your loyal servent.”

Lothdori started to lean down to kiss The Waif then suddenly stopped, shoving her away from her. “Is this some trick?” she said, shaking. She had realized that she wasn’t just painfully horny and in need of sexual release. She was also scared and felt more alone than she had ever felt in her life. She wanted to be with someone, anyone, to feel less so alone. But it was all jumbled up inside her, making her feel reckless and confused and vulnerable.

The Waif twirled gracefully as Lothdori pushed her away, moving with the grace of a seasoned dancer and ducking down under her arms only to springing back up towards the tall High Elf. “It is no trick,” she said with a light, charming laugh, then sprung up on her toes to kiss Lothdori.

Her arms instantly wrapped around the small Human as she leaned down and opened her mouth to return the kiss. She needed this and didn’t care how reckless this might be, she was giving into the need to be with someone. Besides, she told herself, if the rogue had meant her harm surely she’d already have attacked her. No, she was safe, safe to give into her desires.

Their height difference, as well as Lothdori’s overly large breasts and huge belly, made kissing each other while they stood awkward. Almost at once they both moved to the bed in the corner of the room, climbing up into it where kissing could be done with more ease.

Lothdori was happily surprised to find The Waif was as skilled with her mouth as she was with her blades. Before long the High Elf’s eyes were closed and she was lost in the bliss of making out with another woman.

As they kissed The Waif’s small hands wandered all over Lothdori’s body, gently caressing and squeezing as they went. But after a few moments her kisses and her hands began to grow more frantic and desperate, more firm and slightly less skilled. The Waif pulled away from Lothdori’s mouth and gasped, looking confused. “What is happening to me?” she asked, her face bright red.

Lothdori realized at once what had happened and blushed, looking away. “It’s my saliva,” she whispered. “I’m one of the purest bred High Elves in all Alaria. My blood is so pure that to a Human my spit acts as an aphrodisiac. I had forgotten, it’s been many decades since I’ve been with a Human.”

The Waif chuckled. “So kissing you is going to just make me hornier and hornier?” She grabbed hold of Lothdori’s chin and turned her face back to look at her. “That’s not something to turn your head in shame about. It’s… hot!” She then leaned in, pressing her thin lips against Lothdori’s full lips as her tongue invaded her mouth.

They lay, side by side and kissing, for what felt like hours but was probably only minutes. Lothdori was desperate and in need of physical intimacy while The Waif was having her desires altered and supercharged by Lothdori’s spit. Soon they were both so worked up and horny that they had each wiggled out of their clothing (although this was much less work for Lothdori). Once totally naked they had blown out the last candle in the room then retreated to under the covers to continue kissing, although now their hands wandered more freely across each other’s naked bodies.

As Lothdori got more and more worked up she moved her hands lower down The Waif’s body. It was so small and narrow, free of almost any feminine curves. Her breasts could barely be said to exist, although the nubs of her small nipples were exceedingly plump and hard, something she found very attractive. Her fingers had stopped there to lightly pinch and pull at them before moving on, her hard nipples having been only a temporary stop over towards her fingers true destination.

The Waif moaned appreciatively when Lothdori’s hands finally came to their journey’s end. One hand was wrapped around her little body and grabbed hold of one small, firm ass cheek. The other hand had slide down her stomach till her fingertips reached the edge of the woman’s thick bush.

Lothdori had shuddered with anticipation as she started to move her fingers into the tangle of thick, curly hair. Elves had no hair below the neck so the bush Human women had between their legs was something alien to an Elf. Many were repulsed by it but Lothdori had always liked that hair. It was exotic and exciting and she enjoyed the way the scent of a Human woman’s cunt soaked into the wiry hairs. She was already looking forward to burying her face there and inhaling that scent as her fingers slid down to explore the moist folds of the Human’s womanhood.

“Your Majesty,” The Waif gasped quietly in her partner’s ear, “you’re so skilled with your fingers.” She pressed in, adjusting so Lothdori could finger her with more ease. At the same time she adjusted so her mouth could more easily reach the High Elf’s large breasts.

From the amount of attention she had been giving to them it was clear to Lothdori that The Waif had a strong sexual fixation with breasts. But strangely the young Human had yet to use her mouth on her nipples. She’d groped and pinched and tweaked them, even giggling as some milk had leaked form them and she’d spread it around her nipple making it slippery. But with her mouth she’d only kissed her breasts away from the nipples. She’d run her tongue down the side of their impressive bulk, moving the breast up with her hand to lick all the way down under their fleshy underside. That had made Lothdori moan loudest. Few paid enough attention to the often neglected underside of her breasts, yet The Waif was licking and kissing them enough to make up for one hundred neglectful lovers.

Still, all the breast play was making her nipples ache. She wanted to feel the woman’s mouth around them, wanted to feel her sucking her nipples as her tongue did… well, anything to them. And then there was the fact that when her breasts were as full of milk as they were now the pressure felt maddeningly intense. Having a lover drink her milk was an exquisite joy of pregnancy she had not anticipated but had wholeheartedly enjoyed once it was discovered.

“My nipples ache for you,” she cooed softly to The Waif. “Please, suck on them. I need your mouth!”

The Waif started moving her mouth towards the nearest nipple, planting soft little kisses on Lothdori’s thick, firm breast-meat as she moved closer. When her mouth was a mere inch away she stopped and whispered to the Elf in the dark. “Are you sure? Your milk…”

“Yessssssss,” Lothdori hissed, pulling her hand away from the woman’s firm little ass and grabbing the back of her head. She pulled her up her breasts and pressed her mouth in around her nipples. “My breasts are so full of milk. They are so dense they ache to be drained. My milk will be like my spit, it will further arouse you and it will also make you cum easier. Please, drink your fill.”

As soon as The Waif started sucking Lothdori moaned loud and deep, arching her back slightly as pleasure spread through her body. She plunged two fingers deep into the little woman’s cunt while she held her head to her breast with the other hand. “Yessssss,” she hissed again. “Suck my nipple, drain my tit!”

After a moment The Waif pulled away with a wet breaking of suction. She gasped in some fresh air before speaking. “Your nipples are amazing! Even your areolas are… I’d heard being with an Elf was beyond description and now I understand. Your body, it’s so perfect I don’t even know the words for it.”

“Then don’t bother trying to use them,” Lothdori said, pushing The Waif’s head towards her other breast. “Please, just drink more of my milk. It will help you feel more pleasure and I enjoy the sensation of having them drained.”

She fingered The Waif as she drank her milk, wrapping her free arm around the little women and keeping her pressed in tightly against her body. Before long she felt how her milk was affecting the Human, felt how wet her pussy was becoming. Soon it was leaking so much moisture that it ran down her hand and began to leave a wet patch on the bed.

For her part the Waif was hungrily moving from breast to breast, gasping for air before attaching back onto Lothdori’s breast. Her hips danced and she ground her body down against the Elf’s hand and before long Lothdori felt the Human’s insides tighten as she cum.

The Waif pulled away with another wet breaking of suction and a deep gasp for air. Her breathing was heavy and intense. “Never cum so fast! How can I replay you, my Queen?”

Lothdori grabbed her head and pressed her down back into her breast, not caring at all that the small woman had used her title mockingly. “Just suck on my nipples. They are my weakness… and the ecstasy of having my milk drained is the greatest. Keeping working my tits and I’ll cum before long without you even touching my pussy.”

Her words were quickly revealed to be true as her back arched and her body tensed. She howled in pleasure. She plunged the fingers in The Waif’s cunt deeper, pulling them back out and pound her pussy relentlessly while her other hand pressed the little woman’s face so tightly into her large firm breast that she momentarily suffocated her. As soon as her orgasm began to subside and her grasp was released The Waif pulled away and gasped desperately for air.

“I want to taste your pussy,” The Waif demanded, pulling away from Lothdori and sliding down further into the blankets. The woman’s milk had worked her up into a barely controlled sexual rage and before the High Elf could respond the small Human woman had crawled between her legs, spreading them open and pressing her face into her cunt. There was no gentle build up, no kissing of thighs as she approached. She simple pressed her face into the moist fleshy folds of Lothdori’s cunt with desperate carnal hunger.

Her mouth was open and her tongue pressed out, running once up her slit to lick up the taste of her then back down to savor it once more. She shifted her body slightly and pressed her open mouth around the Elf’s cunt-hole and then started ramming her tongue in and out of it, tongue fucking her.

Lothdori lay on her back, propped up on her elbows and her legs spread wide open. Her large breasts felt slightly deflated, less firm with so much milk having been drunk form them. They hung down her sides, framing her huge belly as she looked down. The room was dark but her Elven eyes could still see, although her view of her partner was obscured. She wished she could see The Waif eating her out and tongue fucking, as watching was something she enjoyed, her but her belly was too big, its bulk totally hiding the Human’s head form her sight.

It didn’t take long for Lothdori to cum again and this orgasm only left her wanting more. “Deeper,” she demanded. “Your tongue isn’t enough, use your fingers.” The Waif did as she was told, shifting and throwing the blanket off of her as she sat up. She rammed two fingers deep into Lothdori’s cunt but they were too small. They were neither thick nor long enough to truly fill her the way she desired. She hissed in frustration. “I need you deeper in me.

“I can’t,” The Waif said, pounding her cunt with her fingers as hard as she could and trying to please her but growing equally frustrated that her efforts weren’t good enough.

“Oh, but you can,” Lothdori said, her eyes starting to glow with steaming magical energy that slightly illuminated the dark room.

The Waif gasped and pulled back away from Lothdori. A frightened look suddenly spread across her face. “What are you doing to me? I can feel the magic!”

“Look down,” Lothdori panted, desperate to be filled as she used her magic on the Human.

Looking down The Waif saw glowing blue energy coalescing around her waist, taking the shape of straps that wrapped around and under her body. In the front a thick, long phallic shape took form and a moment later it all solidified, leaving her wearing a magically summoned strap-on. The phallus was made of a material that was both perfectly smooth yet had a slight bend to it that perfectly imitated a man’s flesh and blood cock. What’s more the faux cock glistened, helpfully already covered in lubrication.

Fuck me,” Lothdori growled, turning her hands over beside her. They glowed and she pulled them in, becoming her partner forward. The Waif felt herself magically thrust forward, the strap-on sliding easily into the Elf as their bodies collided.

She let out a little “Oh,” of surprise then fall forward, hands braced on the bed beside Lothdori. This was not the first time she had used such a device with a woman, although this was the first time she had seen one magically summoned in this way. She knew what to do and at once started fucking Lothdori, pounding her with enough vigor to make her cum almost instantly.

As the High Elf lay cumming under her The Waif started to moan as well. Where the device pressed in on her there was a pleasurable tingling and then she felt the thing changing shape. A moment later something plunged into her cunt, a second dildo making it so the shaft inside Lothdori was now double sided. Each time she thrust into her partner the shaft in her pressed into her own insides. This was something that was new to her and although at first she found it disorienting she quickly warmed to the pleasure it bought.

She pounded Lothdori as the High Elven queen moaned and howled in delight. “I’m cumming!” she screamed. “Cumming so hard!” As she yelled this she grabbed her tits, squeezing them tight and causing thick jets of milk to come shooting out. “I’m cumming and my breasts are squirting!”

 

* * *

 

Later, after both women had furiously fucked till their bodies were sore and exhausted, they lay naked in bed, wrapped around each other. Their various fluids had left much of the sheet on the bed damp so they had put the blanket under themselves and now lay in the open air, wrapped together for warmth.

Lothdori’s numerous orgasms had left her pleasantly drained as well as washed away much of the stress she had felt. She was already falling asleep, sated and feeling relieved. “

You were loud,” The Waif whispered with a nervous giggle.

“The safe house has magical wards on it,” she replied, already half asleep. “No one will have heard.” The High Elf was asleep by the time the last word left her lips.

The Waif lay wrapped around her for a time, one hand on one of the woman’s large, firm breasts. She had a satisfied smile on her face but as Lothdori fell into a deeper sleep the content expression melted away. Very carefully she pulled away from the sleeping Elf and got up, sitting on the edge of the bed. She sat, one elbow on her leg and her head resting in that arm’s hand, deep in thought.

“Fine mess you’ve gotten yourself into,” she whispered to herself then looked back at Lothdori. A soft, wistful moan slipped through her lips, a swoon of desire that made her realize how hard she had fallen for the stunningly beautiful woman laying asleep beside her.

The realization shook her to the core. She’d always been on her own, caring about no one because no one cared about her. She’d had sexual partners, although far fewer than she’d liked. Even though Lothdori had been domineering during their sex she had been the most attentive and caring partner she’d ever been with. And that, she realized, was something special in a world where physical love between two women was so rare. Female on female love wasn’t something considered a crime in these lands but neither was it something openly acknowledged. Her impression had always been that the society around her didn’t know what to make of it so for the most part simply pretended it didn’t exist.

She’d never felt such an instant, powerful sexual connection with another person. The passion they had just shared… She didn’t have the words for it. But why? Why had this been so different? Why had fucking the deposed Elf queen made her feel so different?

Her mind wandered back to the very beginning, when they had started kissing. That was the moment it was clear to her that this was something different. Lothdori had said her spit did things to non-Elves. Could that explain everything she was feeling? There hadn’t just been uncontrollable lust, there had been overwhelming emotional bonding that left her feeling as if she would remain by this woman’s side till the very end, dying for her if that’s what was needed of her.

As the thought ran through her head she chuckled derisively at herself. “Die for her?” she whispered, barely believing she’d heard herself think such a thing. She wasn’t the kind of woman to die for someone else. She had always followed one rule: self preservation above all else.

Yet here she was, offering to aid someone who, if it was known she still lived, would be the most hunted individual in the city. And it was clear that the woman who deposed her thought little of killing those who opposed herself and there were rumors she’d do far worse depending on her mood.

It was insanity to help Lothdori. The quest to reclaim the Elf’s throne would be dangerous and almost certainly doomed to fail. They’d both end up imprisoned, dead, or worse. It was insanity not to betray Lothdori at the first chance she got. The woman had endangered The Waif simply by coming to her for aid and every minute she didn’t turn her in only increased the danger she was in.

But she couldn’t. Even just thinking about betraying Lothdori made The Waif feel sick.

The Waif shifted, looking at the sleeping Elf. She was… Stunning. The most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. She’d seen Elves before and had always been awed by them. They all looked so eternally ageless, beautiful in a way that seemed beyond mortal beauty. But this woman, she was beyond all of that.

She lay sleeping on her side with those enticing massive breasts laying one on top of the other and her huge pregnant belly filling much of the bed. She looked so peaceful, so vulnerable, so innocent. How could one look upon so perfect, unspoiled beauty and not desire to do anything it asked of you?

The Waif pulled away, silently getting up from the bed. She started to nervously pace about the dark room, her bare feet moving with perfect soundless grace on the wooden floor. “Perhaps she’s put a spell on me,” she whispered, sounding frantic and slightly mad. “Or it’s just her biology. Elves are so magical they can’t help but enchant lesser beings. Her spit… if it could do what it did to me what did her womanly juices do? I did, after all, spend quite a bit of time with my face buried between her legs.”

All of her survival instincts were telling her to run. To gather her things and slip out the door as Lothdori slept. Not just leave her but leave the city, get as far away from all of this as she could.

“I can’t,” she whispered, stopping her pacing and staring at Lothdori. “I have to help her. I…” she paused, trying to put what she felt into words. She’d never felt this before, never felt an emotion so overpowering and reckless and selfless. And then it dawned on her what it was she felt.

No, she’d never felt this before. But she knew what it was. “I can’t leave because I love her,” she whispered, the words a soft sigh of acceptance. Silently she moved back to the bed and climbed back up, moving to curl her body next to her new lover’s. She wrapped her small little limbs around the woman’s thick bulk, shivering in joy at the touch of skin on skin.

“I love you,” she whispered, knowing it might mean her doom but not caring. “And I will be by your side till the very end, my Queen.”

 

* * *

 

They slept through the day, just as they had planned. The next night, once the world was dark, they prepared as best they could then took to the dark streets. The Waif stayed protectively close to Lothdori as they traveled. The order of the new Queen was far from a perfect one and the nights had grown more dangerous. On top of that the armed guards that patrolled the streets had to be avoided as they would prove even more dangerous to them then the crime they fought to contain.

The palace sat in the center of Gondilfrain, looming over the sprawling city. Partially this was because it was so large and tall, but mostly it was because it was built onto a large rocky upraise, its lower levels partially carved out of the living stone.

It was an ancient place and no one knew who had first built it, although all agreed that it had been constructed before the Great Collapse. It had been rebuilt and added to countless times through the ages and no one living knew all of the secret passages and areas it contained, especially when it came to what lay UNDER the palace. Few even knew that the rocky outcropping it was built upon contained myriad caves and tunnels. Lothdori didn’t know all of them, she wasn’t even sure what the passages would need to be taken from the hidden entry they crawled into, she just knew it was possible to travel through the caves and up into the palace.

The Waif had been hesitant about taking this route but Lothdori had won her over, informing her of how few people even knew the caves existed. Even the royal guard hadn’t been aware of the caves. It might take them time but they WOULD find their way up through them, she was certain.

As soon as they were in the darkness of the caves The Waif pulled out an emberstone torch. She unwrapped the cloth tied tightly around the top of it, revealing a chunk of semi-translucent orange rock that glowed as brightly as a torch, only without the flickering of flame. Holding the emberstone torch up before her cast the cave tunnel they were in with an eerie, steady orange light. Cautiously The Waif began leading the way, with Lothdori close behind her.

“I never liked the glow of emberstone,” Lothdori said quietly. They had quickly found that talking too loud caused echoes. They knew there wouldn’t be any guards down here to hear them but they had no idea how far the echoes would travel. There was also the chance that the caves, although free of people, might have other inhabitants.  “I could use some of my magic to cast some mage-light and we could put that ugly orange thing away.”

No,” The Waif said firmly. “You need to save your mana. In fact, it’s probably best if you try not to use any magic yet. I don’t even think you should summon the Staff of Power unless we REALLY need it.”

Lothdori stopped, grabbing The Waif’s arm. “What do you mean? I’m… pretty defenseless without my magic and the staff is my only weapon.”

The Waif turned and looked up into the High Elf’s beautiful eyes. “I know. But I’m here to protect you. Save what you have for when I get you to the throne room, till then let me take care of things. I’m also worried if you use your magic it might give us away.”

“What? How?”

The small woman tried not to roll her eyes. She got the sense that although she was a powerful High Elf she was not immune to what the common folk called “pregnancy brain”. In their short time together The Waif had noticed Lothdori forget things she had just mentioned and saw that frequently she seemed not to know or remember basic facts that should have been second nature to her.

“If the woman who deposed you is as magically powerful as you said don’t you think she might be keeping her senses attuned to the kind of magic you use? You told me it was unique, especially what emanates from the staff. You think she believes you’re dead, but what if you are wrong? Our only chance is stealth so that means you need to hold back from using your magic unless it’s really necessary.”

Lothdori furrowed her brow and looked as if she was going to argue but she didn’t say anything. She had come to The Waif for help and knew listening to her was the best chance she had. “Fine,” she eventually said, clearly the closest she would get to admitting The Waif was right. “Let’s just get moving.”

Shortly after that they came to section of cave that split off in multiple directions. “Do you have any idea which way we should go?” The Waif asked.

“No…” Lothdori replied, clearly unhappy about how uncertain she was. “But I think if any of these passages or caves seem to lead up that’s the way we should take.”

“Okay,” The Waif said, stepping forward and pointing the emberstone torch down each path. “This way, it looks like the ground goes up slightly.”

They traveled for a time in silence, the twisting cave they took slowly heading upwards. Eventually the passage narrowed so that they were barely able to walk side by side. After ten more minutes the passageway started to widen and The Waif started to pick up their pace but Lothdori placed a hand on her shoulder and held her back.

“Wait… can’t you… sense that?”

“What do you mean?” The Waif asked in a whisper.

“There’s a… not a smell, but something. A feeling in the air, a sensation. Not magic, but something like that. A force… I’ve felt it before. It’s becoming more common in the world but I don’t know what it is. It’s not evil but it’s… I don’t know the right word. Antagonistic? And there is a perverse sexual undertone to it…”

“I don’t feel anything,” The Waif said. Regardless, she had no doubt Lothdori was picking up on something. She’d seen countless times the way magic users were able to sense magical currents and auras in ways that others could not.

She started to reach for one of her blades but Lothdori stopped her. “No. We don’t want to antagonize whatever is emanating this feeling. Let’s just press forward, quickly and quietly, and hope we pass by this thing before it takes notice of us.”

The Waif didn’t like this but did as Lothdori said, leading the way unarmed. As they moved on the passage opened up further till they were in a large, wide, tall cave that the emberstone torch was unable to fully illuminate.

“I can smell something now,” The Waif whispered, slowing down nervously. “It smells like—”

Before she could finish her thought the smell grew more intense, becoming a heavy stench that assaulted their senses like a brick wall. It hit them so hard and so suddenly that both women stumbled back, dizzy and disoriented. The two women ended up colliding into each other then falling to the cave floor, the emberstone torch rolling away from them.

It illuminating something that was slowly emerging from the darkness before them and both knew at once it was this thing that the overpowering stench was emanating from. It stood about five feet tall, a slender phallic-shaped tube of flesh about as wide around as a Human’s torso with a slightly bulbous top. At first glance this might have been mistaken as a head but closer inspection would reveal no facial features of any kind. It was propelled forward by a swarm of small tendrils that extended out from under it, countless little arms of flesh that reached forward and pulled the thing towards the two disoriented women.

The Waif rolled over, looking up at the creature moving towards them and pinched her nose closed. “The stench! It’s coming from that thing! What is it?” She turned and looked towards Lothdori but found the disorienting smell had hit her twice as hard as it had hit herself.

The High Elf was lying on her side, one hand protectively on her swollen belly. Her other hand had grabbed one of the see-through strips of cloth that kept her huge swollen breasts in place and pulled it to the side. She was now squeezing her breast and pinching her nipple in a sexual manner, causing milk to stream out onto the cave floor. At the same time she was turned so she could stare at the thing coming towards them. It looked as if the very sight and smell was causing the powerful woman to drool and play with her breast.

“Pull yourself together,” The Waif cried desperately, watching as Lothdori started to crawl towards the thing, then stopping to reach down between her legs to begin touching herself.

The Waif’s instinct was to reach for her weapons but her body seemed not to be following those instincts. To her great horror she felt herself crawling towards the thing as well, one of her hands fumbling with her clothing to open them and expose herself. She summoned all her willpower to fight against whatever this thing was doing to make her so horny and had just grabbed the handle of one of her blades when the creature stopped moving.

She looked up as a strange, loud squelching sound echoed through the open cave. Thick veiny tentacles shot out from all sides of the thing’s body, huge long tendrils that undulated and flew wildly about as they extended. Then, almost as quickly as they had appeared, the tentacles lashed out grabbing both Lothdori and The Waif.

The Waif screamed, holding tightly onto the handle of her blade. But one of the tentacles had wrapped around that wrist and was pulling her arm and preventing her from using the blade. She kicked and screamed, momentarily losing track of Lothdori as her world became just her struggle to escape the thing’s grasp. But the stupefying stench had done much to slow her body and dull her mind. On top of that the tentacles were too numerous, too strong, and to fast to resist for long. Within minutes the thing had torn her clothing off and disarmed her blade.

In near perfect unison two of the tentacles started pushing their way into her mouth and her pussy. She thrashed even harder as the fleshy things invaded her body, revolted at the taste and feel of them. The feeling of them invading both her mouth and pussy reminded her to much of when men had forced themselves on her.

She resisted, but not for long. Both tentacles started ejaculating a thick gooey fluid into her, into both her cunt and her throat. She choked and gagged on it but there was just so much of it, she couldn’t help but swallow some. The stuff started working on her body almost at once, working its evil magic on her body as it was soaked into her cunt and down her throat. It calmed and aroused her. Soon she was no longer struggling nor was she revolted form the now semi-rigid tentacle’s fucking her. She was enjoying feel of them plunging in and out of her mouth and cunt-hole.

It wasn’t long before she started moaning in pleasure that she became aware of Lothdori once again. The High Elf’s clothing had been pulled off as well and she was also ensnared by the tentacles as they fucked her, although unlike the flat chested Waif there were many tentacles wrapped around Lothdori’s huge breasts. Some even seemed to have suckers on the end and were attached to her nipples, drinking her milk!

The creature lifted the two of them up and began repositioning them. The Waif ended up before it on her back, legs pulled open so that a large, thick tentacle could start fucking her pussy. The tentacle in her mouth was removed just as Lothdori was lifted up and flipped over and placed on top of The Waif. Partially supported by tentacles, the High Elf was left sitting on The Waif, bent over so her large breasts were pressed into the smaller woman’s face.

As the thick tentacle pounded her cunt The Waif started sucking Lothdori’s tit, horny thanks to the creatures “cum” and hungry to taste her milk. The creature, its stench, the cum like fluid it had been shooting into them, it had put both women into a stupefied sexual haze and now that their naked bodies were pressed together they couldn’t help but start to fuck. The creature even let go of their hands, allowing them to grope and caress each other as the thing kept fucking them, invading both their cunts with similarly thick tentacles.

They were being fucked by the larger tentacles for a reason. Unseen to them there was a large circular bulge slowly moving up each of these thick tendrils. The thing, the Phallic Slither as it was called by those that knew of its existence, was preparing to insert an egg into each of the women. Except Lothdori was already pregnant and her body would not be able to take the Phallic Slither’s egg, which was a fact the creature was about to discover as the egg closest to insertion was the one meant for her.

 

 

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