THE FINAL RING

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Little did the young ranger know what the Gods had in store for her that morning. As Robyn bathed in the pool in back of the compound she and her companions called home, she marveled at what a beautiful dawn it was. She sank to her shoulders in the cool water, its icy temperature stealing the warmth from her limbs and making her nipples harden painfully.

Not that they needed any help to be painful, she thought with a smirk.

Looking down, she could see the early morning sun glint off the gold rings that pierced each nipple. Robyn smiled, proud to have finally earned this latest badge of rank which marked her as a ranger Guide.

Soon, she thought to herself, I will earn my final ring.

The young warrior was sure she would be the first of her companions to earn the rank of Warden, at which point she would be given her own shire to patrol, probably somewhere along the border of the civilized lands and the southern badlands. Robyn let her mind race with heroic fantasies. She saw how she would save caravans and merchants from goblin hordes, rescue nobility and common folk alike from orc raids, and how she would protect the animals and trees of the great southern forests from the raiding parties of ogres and gnolls. These creatures all too often entered the woods to cause mischief or destruction.

Her breath quickened as she saw herself using her hard-won skill at arms and her quick wits to harass and demoralize her enemies. Her training had taught her that a single ranger was only so effective in simple combat, but by using her intelligence and wilderness skills, she could cause the enemy great confusion and anguish. By using their guerrilla-like tactics, rangers had often stopped these raids, or so slowed larger forces that reinforcements from the kingdoms of Paete and Wiltzford were able to position their troops to meet and defeat these larger incursions.

Robyn smiled at these thoughts, proud to be a part of such an important force of good in the world. Her excitement caused her nipples to protrude painfully and she moaned as she rubbed her callused hand over the ringed nubs. As she did, she could feel that peculiar tingling and wet heat in her groin. She wondered why this seemed to happen so often lately. She still remembered when her druid teachers had told her she had passed her instructional period with them.

The ceremony that followed involved her laying on the ceremonial alter, her limbs spread and bound. The druids, in their dark green hooded robes, spreading special unguents over her nipples, making them harder then ever before, and alive with a burning, maddening itch that she longed to scratch. She remembered looking up at them with fear and anticipation as they chanted holy words and hymns to Elora, goddess of the forests, asking her blessing on the rite of passage.

She remembered how they heated the silver needles to a fiery red, how they held her as they pierced each nipple slowly, watching to see if she would cry out. Robyn thought back on how she had bit her lip, covered in sweat as her naked body writhed under their hands. Not a single sound escaped her lips, despite the agony she felt. After the needles were withdrawn, gold rings were slipped in the holes, and a magic spell cast to join the ends together. The same spell hardened the soft gold till it was as tough as the clear tear-stones the dwarves of the northern mountains found in their mines deep within the earth.

As soon as the rings were in place, the elder druid priestess began to stroke the young woman's inner thighs, causing them to become wet and slick. Her fingers soon found their way to Robyn's bald cunt, and began to caress and play with the sensitive flesh there. Droplets of slippery arousal formed inside her burning furrow, quickly building up and trickling down the cleft of her sex to her anus. Before long, Robyn was panting, moaning in pleasure as the other druid approached, bearing the ceremonial golden bowl. As Robyn watched, the druid priestess reached in and drew out two seeds from the sacred Chula trees. Each seed was dark red and round, the size of a small crabapple.

Continuing her erotic massage with one hand, she slowly began to work the smooth seed into Robyn's weeping pussy. Robyn gasped as the large seed was pressed farther and farther inside, stretching her further than ever before. As she lay there gasping and moaning with pleasure, the priestess began to work the second seed into her, all the while stroking her engorged clit. Both druids began a chant, asking the gods to bless the event, asking their favor to ensure the seeds, now properly germinated, would grow into the proud trees that filled the mighty forests of this region. The druid's fingers soon caused Robyn to scream her climax out into the night. The seeds were gently removed, their outer shells softened by the copious vagina secretions they had soaked in.

The seeds would be quickly planted, thereby helping to bind the soul of the young ranger with that of the forest. In fact, ever since the ceremony, the forest had seemed like new to Robyn, like she was seeing it for the first time. Nor was that the only change. Robyn's nipples had grown since that night, and darkened to a darker scarlet. Their sensitivity had increased as well. Robyn could only wonder if the same would happen when she had finished her apprenticeship period and the druids would pierce the hood of her clitoris, the final badge she would earn. The thought of this caused Robyn to moan, as her fingers busied themselves between her thighs, occasionally reaching up to pinch and twist her hard, inch-long nipples. As she roughly shoved three fingers into her burning cunt she felt her passion peak, and break over her like a large wave, sweeping her conscious thought away and sending her into another realm.

Slowly, as reality slipped back into her mind, Robyn slipped her head below the water's surface. Shaking herself, she washed away the traces of her passion and surfaced. She climbed out and dried herself off quickly. She looked up to see Wuufar, another of the apprentices watching her. He blushed and looked away, the small bulge in his trousers testifying to his spying. Robyn smiled, remembering Wuufar's scream as the seeds were inserted into him on his graduation. In fact, as Robyn reflected, he had been walking strangely ever since. She giggled, thinking that perhaps the seeds were still in place.

Glancing at the rising sun, she hurriedly dressed, slipping on the supple leather armor and greaves. Picking up her spear and short sword, she went to find the senior ranger, Dingoo, for her patrol assignment. She found him on the hill overlooking the glade, greeting the sun in his own personal way. Robyn smiled as she admired his naked form basking in the early morning sun. Ridges of hard muscle defined his shoulders and arms. His torso was also well defined, the hard muscles marred by the pale scars from countless skirmishes with the forces of evil. His body was hairless, as were all the rangers, due to the druids' teachings and magical rites. Clearing her throat, she announced her presence.

"Good morning, Robyn," he said without turning around.

He's always doing that, she thought. Probably knew I was here all along.

Dingoo explained the area he wanted her to patrol. She was to cover the hills south of the river Lusmatine, east towards the centaur lands. Robyn listened as he gave his orders. Once she had all the details, Robyn stocked her pack with a week's worth of provisions and set off through the woods.

She slipped quietly through the forest, moving as swiftly as only a druid or ranger could. Indeed the only ones faster at woodland travel, without using magic, were the elves. Robyn wondered if any of the mysterious creatures were watching her now. Stopping for a moment, she reached out with her senses, slowly merging her consciousness with that of the forest. As she felt the area around her expanded awareness, she "glimpsed" a brief flash of something at the edges of her view. She looked at the area, but saw nothing except for a single Chula leaf, slowly floating to the ground. Smiling at her developing skills, she set out again for her patrol area.

As she approached the river, she reached into her belt pouch and removed a single silver dercha coin. Kimi, the mistress of beasts, guarded the ferry. She ferried travelers across the river, and also bred and raised war dogs that were much in demand by soldiers in the northern armies. As she approached the small lodge where Kimi lived, Robyn could hear Kimi's soft cries of ecstasy coming from inside. One of the ways she controlled the savage dogs was by mating with each of them often. As Robyn stuck her head inside the lodge, she could see Kimi's muscular form on top of one of the huge dogs. From her vantagepoint, she could see the huge red cock of the shaggy war dog slide deep into Kimi's vagina. Her breath became rapid and shallow as she watched the beast mistress get her satisfaction from the large shaft penetrating her.

Robyn's hand slipped under the hem of her short leather skirt, gently caressing the hardening bud at the top of her crease. As she watched, the knot at the base of the beast's cock began to swell. While pinching her clit between wet fingertips, she looked on in awe as Kimi rocked back harder, the swollen bulb parting her fleshy folds and slowly slipping into the warm moist tunnel beyond. Kimi grunted and bore down, ensuring the entire knot slipped inside her. Her moans became louder and more frequent as she reached her orgasm with the huge knot inside her. The great dog's legs jerked and kicked, as he shot his load deep into his mistress's waiting womb. Kimi rocked her hips, sliding the knot over her sensitive g-spot repeatedly.

Robyn's fingers were wet with her juices as she watched the erotic spectacle before her. She watched as Kimi rolled over, carefully slipping the still swollen member from her cunt. Kimi allowed the great dog to regain his feet and trot away, his shiny red penis slowly shrinking to its normal size. Kimi's fingers collected some of collected fluids slowly running out of her red, puffy womanhood and brought them to her lips. She looked up to see Robyn standing at the doorway, hand groping under her skirt.

With a wry smile on her face, she asked, "Can I help you, little one?"

Robyn jerked her hand from under her skirt and blushed.

"I was just…that is, I wanted… I need to cross the river, please." She stammered with embarrassment. "I have the toll," she said, holding up the silver dercha.

Kimi smiled at the young ranger's obvious excitement and embarrassment. "No, the toll is a little higher today, young one. A bit more 'personal', if you know what I mean?" she asked, spreading her legs and beckoning Robyn to come closer.

Robyn licked her lips as she saw the sloppy feast before her, still wet with the combined juices of the beast mistress and one of her hounds. On trembling legs, she set aside her spear and knelt between Kimi's muscular legs. She bent down and lowered her mouth to the mistress's waiting treat. She slowly stuck out her tongue, softly licking at the bittersweet fluids rolling down the puffy lips before her. Kimi took the young ranger's head between her hands and directed her eager tongue. Robyn greedily sucked and licked at the warm offering before her. She could taste the two separate tastes in the copious juices flowing over her tongue. She marveled at how the two tastes went together so well, the bitter tangy dog's sperm mixing so well with the sweet, musky juices that made up Kimi's most intimate scents. Robyn sealed her mouth over the entrance to her new lover's cunt, her cheeks hollowing as she tried to slake her thirst at the free-flowing spring of passion beneath her. Kimi arched her back, thrusting her crotch into the ranger's face, grinding and mashing her sensitive clitoris into the tongue and lips fastened ravenously to her burning cunt.

"Oh yes, that's it. Clean me little one, eat Zeus's passion from inside me!"

Kimi pulled her young lover's head closer, closing her thighs around it to hold it in place. She noisily climaxed again, flooding Robyn's mouth with her sweet nectar. Slowly relaxing, she pulled Robyn up and kissed her young mouth, probing deeply with her tongue, tasting herself and traces of her dog's coupling there. The muscular warrior spent several minutes hugging the young ranger close and running her hands freely over the young woman's body.

"You have earned your passage today," she said with a smile on her flushed face. She got up and slipped on a leather tunic. She went outside and quickly ferried Robyn across the wide river. "Remember that I may want you to earn your passage again when you return," she smirked. Robyn blushed and nodded her head eagerly.

Once across the river, Robyn set out for the rolling hills that she had been instructed to patrol. She slipped the though the lush woodland, staying inside the cover of the trees for concealment. As she covered her area, she picked up the sounds of a conversation somewhere up ahead of her. She moved silently through the trees, coming upon a small clearing. From her vantagepoint, she could see three figures within the glen, having a discussion and sharing an afternoon meal.

The largest of the figures was a handsome centaur, a member of the half-human, half-horse race that owned the lands bordering the forest. The magnificent creature was lying on his stomach, his equine legs folded and tucked underneath him. The second member of the trio was a muscular forest troll, clad all in deep brown leather. His massive build strained the stitches holding his clothing together. His craggy features were weather-beaten and tanned. To his right sat one of the feral satyrs, resting on a small boulder. Between them, several small fish were cooking over a small fire and the friends were passing around several bottles of centaur wine, the powerful magic beverage favored by their race. As she watched and listened, she gathered that the centaur was named Bowsar; the satyr, Pa'Aey the wanderer; and the troll, simply Troll. She hid behind a small tree, eavesdropping on their conversation.

"Pa'Aey, lets hear a little music while we eat," she heard Bowsar ask. Glancing around the tree, she saw the satyr reach into his rucksack and pull out a set of pipes. For some reason this sounded a warning bell in her mind but she couldn't remember exactly why.

As Pa'Aey began to play, Troll broke out into a light-footed jig, dancing around the edge of the clearing. Bowsar raised up, standing tall and proud. The mighty centaur apparently felt like dancing as well, as he stamped his hooves in time with the lively melody. In fact, as she listened, Robyn felt like joining them. Too late she realized the danger. The magic nature of the satyr's flutes was affecting her, wrapping her in its spell. As the tune became wilder and more primal, Robyn struggled to resist the call of the dance. As the melody changed again, wild erotic images began to form in her mind's eye. Scenes of wild animalistic orgies flashed through her head. Without realizing it, she began to rub the shaft of her spear between the joining of her thighs, further weakening her control.

"What's this?" a gruff voiced asked as two powerful hands grasped her arms and pinned them behind her back. The spear fell from her fingers as the troll thrust her into the clearing.

"A guest for our little party?" the satyr asked, pausing in playing his magical pipes. He quickly began again, the magic even more powerful as she stood restrained next to the source of the erotic spell. The centaur walked over and grasped the front of her leather armor. His powerful arms flexed briefly and the knots holding her breastplates together snapped like simple strings. Her ringed breasts fell forward, the scarlet nipples hardening under the hungry gazes of the three friends.

"A ranger guide by the looks of things," Bowsar said, "unless she's a full warden?" Reaching down, he pulled down the skirt, revealing her hairless womanhood. "No ring," he chuckled while rubbing the hard nub of her clit with one of his large fingertips. Under the satyr's spell, Robyn watched in horror as her hips bucked against the digit, completely beyond her control. "Not a warden, but then a warden would have known better than to fall under a satyr's spell, as well as having the manners to avoid listening in on other people's conversations."

"Please…<pant>…I'm sorry. I didn't mean…<pant>…any harm. Let me go, okay?" Robyn struggled against the powerful troll's grip, all to no avail.

"Since you shared our conversation, it's only fitting that you share our wine." The satyr said, holding a bottle of the powerful magic elixir up to her lips. Robyn tried to turn away from the bottle, knowing that the magic centaur wine was too powerful for a mere human to consume. Desperate to maintain some control, she clenched her lips.

"Drink!" the centaur commanded, his powerful fingers grasping her left nipple and squeezing cruelly. As Robyn cried out in pain, the satyr forced the bottle between her lips, pouring a large amount down her throat. Sputtering and choking, she was forced to swallow the burning liquid.

Immediately, tingling warmth spread through her body. As the magic wine worked its spell, her thighs parted of their own volition, her breath becoming rapid pants as the lust spread from her now-dripping pussy to the tips of her breasts. The satyr poured more of the wine down her throat and she no longer struggled to get away. As the troll released her arms, his hands went to her nipples, rubbing and tweaking them, causing her to lean back against his massive chest and moan in pleasure. Bowsar's fingers continued their erotic massage of her lower lips, causing her to roll and buck her hips in an obscene manner.

"Please…oh please, don't stop," she begged as the magic flutes and wine awoke a lust inside her like none she had ever felt. As the troll laid her out onto the grassy floor, the satyr opened two more bottles of the centaur's wine. While Robyn watched through lust-filled eyes, Pa'Aey worked the necks of the bottles inside her dripping cunt and tight nether hole. As soon as the magic wine flowed into her, Robyn felt as if a raging fire had been lit inside her. She trashed around, trying to drive the bottles deeper into her hungry holes. Finally the troll held her down.

"Relax, the wine will protect you from harm, my sweet." Troll said as he nuzzled her neck with his breaded face.

Robyn could feel the last of her control burn away in the flames of her desire. When she looked up, she could see the satyr attaching an arrangement of ropes over the back of the Bowsar. From where she was laying, she could see the centaur's mighty phallus emerge from its sheath. She gasped at the enormous size of it. It was already longer than her forearm and easily as big around. The satyr's cock was also erect, long and red with a pointed head. It reminded Robyn of the cock she had seen earlier in Kimi's lodge. Glancing down, she watched as Troll removed the now empty bottles and began to loosen his leather trousers. As he pulled them down, his stiffening cock sprang up. Robyn's mouth watered as she looked at the brown shaft bobbing before her.

"Is she ready?" Bowsar asked.

"Oh yes!" replied Troll. He effortlessly picked her up and placed her in the cradle hanging below Bowsar's girth. The ropes were arranged so that the enormous cock was resting on her stomach, past her navel. Robyn spread her legs and placed them in the stirrups attached to the ropes, rocking back and forth to rub the huge shaft over the lips of her sex.

"Are you ready to be my mare, young ranger?" asked the mighty centaur.

"OH yes… Please mate with me…take me…please!" Robyn begged, desperate to mate, her loins blazing, the heat of the rut upon her. She pulled herself forward, placing the head of the mighty cock at the waiting entrance of her cunt. She tried to push herself onto the massive head, but it was simply too large to go in. Crying with desperate need, she struggled harder and harder.

Finally, Pa'Aey figured out a solution. Crawling on his back, he positioned himself below the hanging Robyn. He reached up and poked the tip of his 13-inch dog-like penis at the entrance of her twitching asshole. Taking a deep breath, he grabbed her hips and pulled her back. His strong arms flexed as he pulled her onto his cock and the centaur's at the same time.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!"

Robyn screamed as the two mighty shafts penetrated her deeply. If not for the magic wine douching and enema, she would have been split in two. Robyn groaned as her sex was stretched around the mighty organ. At the same time, the satyr's long cock plunged deeper and deeper into her heated bowels. She grunted as the two cocks drove the breath from her lungs. Never had she felt so full. There was pain, but it only served to underscore her passion. Her eyes became glassy and vacant as she began to tremble from the crashing waves of ecstasy that flowed through her.

As the two mighty creatures began to thrust in unison, Robyn felt her mind begin to spin off into another realm filled only with pleasure and passion. None of her sexual encounters had prepared her for something like this. As her head lolled back, Troll rubbed the head of his cock over her lips, teasing her with it. Robyn tried to capture the head with her mouth, but Troll was merciless with his teasing. Finally, Robyn was drooling with desire. She could feel the knot at the base of the satyr's cock pound against the ring of her sphincter. As Troll finally shoved the head of his massive erection inside her waiting mouth, Bowsar bucked harder, forcing a couple more inches into her straining cunt. At the same time, Pa'Aey grabbed her hips and rammed the wide knot past her asshole, locking them together. As she screamed in ecstasy, Troll plunged nearly half of his two-foot long penis deep into her throat.

Robyn's orgasm shook her to her core as three massive phalluses filled her completely. As she shook and trembled, the three friends each filled her with their own orgasms, the heated cum filling her ass, her throat, her womb. As the group reached their orgasms tied together by the spell of lust the pipes and wine had cast, Robyn sobbed with release as wave after wave of orgasm swept through her. She trembled and shook, no longer in control of her limbs. Vivid colors flashed in front of her eyes and ethereal voices filled her ears.

So lost in pleasure was she that she never felt them pull out of her. They gently laid her down on her stomach. Robyn moaned as she felt Troll place his cock at the entrance of her pussy and push inside. Pa'Aey grasped her head and pulled her lips over his still swollen shaft. She shuddered as she felt Bowsar's mighty cock push against the resilient opening of her anus. She mentally said a quick prayer of thanks to Kaite, the goddess of lust for the magic wine protecting her from harm.

As the trio attacked her holes again, she gave the last of her conscious mind over to the raging passion within her. She no longer had any rational thought; all that mattered was the raw primal need to rut. Her mouth emitted only animalistic grunts and squeals as she fucked like a wild beast. She savagely impaled herself on the offered cocks with a fury that amazed the three friends.

The orgy continued for hours, each of the forest creatures repeatedly mating with the young girl, in all combinations and positions. As time passed, her stomach began to appear slightly swollen with all the sperm she had swallowed and the viscous mix of fluids squirted out of her openings each time one of the creatures thrust a cock into them.

Finally she could take no more, slipping into unconsciousness with a satisfied smile on her sticky face, sperm running freely from her abused asshole and cunt to pool on the forest floor. Her hair was matted with sweat and cum, plastered to her skull like a living helmet. The lips of her pussy were bright red and puffy. The swollen ring of her anus gaped open obscenely, allowing a steady flow of bubbling cum to leak out of her bowels. Perhaps the most shocking sight was of the young girl's clitoris. The tender nub had been so abused that it was a deep scarlet, and remained turgid even now. It parted the swollen labia at the top of her cunt like some vermilion thumb.

When sanity finally returned, she woke up to see the sky full of stars. The twin moons Jonh and Ulo were high in the sky overhead. She was lying on a soft bower of fresh pine limbs and sweet shaer flowers. An elven silk sheet covered her naked form. A fire was burning and she could see a familiar figure crouched on the other side of the fire. As she pulled back the white sheet, the figure stood slowly, revealing a naked form of a large man. He approached her, firelight glinted off the gold rings piercing his nipples and the golden stud through the head of his long penis (the male equivalent of the clit piercing she hoped to win for herself). She smiled as she stretched, feeling her muscles relax and loosen. Glancing down, she could see that she had been cleaned up, and some sweet fragrant oil had been rubbed into her skin. As she spread her legs and caressed her stiffening nipples, she reached up and fondled the rapidly hardening shaft in front of her with one hand.

As the man lay down beside her and softly kissed her wet lips, he asked, "Did you enjoy your birthday present?"

Robyn moaned as she felt his hardness slowly pry open the lips of her female flower and slowly slide in. Looking into his brown eyes full of love and desire. "Yes, Father, thank you," she hissed as he slowly penetrated her with the full length of his manhood. She was still sore and tender, but what pain there was just excited her more.

"Good, your sixteenth birthday only comes once." As his daughter writhed beneath him, Dingoo smiled.

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The next morning, Robyn awoke to the sounds of a squirrel scampering through the limbs above the glade. She had been sleeping with her arm across her father's chest, her head cradled in the crook of his arm. She listened to the rhythmic rise and fall of chest as he slept. Remembering the special love they had shared last night, she trailed her hand down across his chest. Loving the feel of the taut skin atop corded muscle, Robyn opened her thighs, feeling them pull as they parted, still tacky with the evidence of last night's lovemaking. Her hand reached lower, her fingertips grazing the surface of her father's cock. She softly brushed her hand back and forth over the shaft, feeling it slowly respond.

As Dingoo's penis began to swell, Robyn quietly lifted her head and slid down his body. Laying her head on his stomach, she opened her lips and carefully brought the swelling glans to her mouth. Her pink tongue lovingly swirled around the large head, her mouth watering as she tasted their passion still present on his cock. Bending her head, she took it into her mouth and began to suck. Her left hand cradled his balls, rubbing and massaging them. As she skillfully sucked the now hard shaft, she began to taste the slightly bitter taste of her father's precum bubbling out of the tip of his cock. The taste of her father's arousal spurred her on. Her right hand had found its way between her thighs, and was busy rolling the hard bud of her abused clitoris between her fingertips.

With her own excitement rising, she did her best to pleasure her father, her tongue swirling along the underside of his dick as her head bobbed faster and faster. She moaned as she felt her climax break, fresh moisture wetting her hand as it played between the swollen lips of her cunt. Just as the tremors of her orgasm began to subside, she felt her father's body stiffen, and his cock jerked in her mouth. His salty sweet cum spurted across her tongue, thick and rich like wild honey. She swallowed as fast as she could, eager to devour every drop. A few stray drops leaked from the corners of her mouth, and slowly began to run down her chin.

"Good morning, daughter," Dingoo said with a smile. "What do think you are doing, my little one?" He reached down and brushed the drops off her chin with the side of his thumb.

Robyn blushed, and reluctantly let her father's penis slip from her lips. "I was hungry." She captured his hand with hers and brought it up to her lips, licking the last drops of his seed off his thumb.

Pulling his daughter up to his face, Dingoo kissed her, his tongue parting her lips and licking across her teeth. Finally breaking their deep kiss, he looked into her blue eyes and smiled. "Let's get you a proper breakfast, my insatiable child."

The next half-hour was spent washing the nearby creek, and heating some cold meat and flat bread from their packs over a small fire. Dingoo laid out the area she was to patrol today; noting it was further than she had gone alone before. He described where she was to meet Ruckee, the ranger who was on patrol in that area now. Robyn listened to the words of caution, smiling at his concern.

"I know you think you can take on a pack of bugbears single-handedly, my new guide, but you still have much to learn, understand?" Dingoo scowled with concern.

"Yes, Sir, I will be careful. Besides, bugbears are solitary hunters and don't travel in packs," she said as she turned and bent down to pick up her pack.

SMACK. The flat of Dingoo's sword struck her a stinging blow across her exposed ass. "Smart-ass daughter! You know how costly overconfidence can be. Remember the affair with the gnolls last fall?"

Rubbing her burning bottom, Robyn said seriously," I do understand, father, and I will be careful."

"That's better. I don't want that to be your last birthday."

"And what will you get me next year? Another visit from your three friends?"

"Possibly, if I can get those rascals to volunteer again" he joked.

Feigning indignation, Robyn remarked, "They had better, if they know what's good for them!"

Dingoo laughed at his child's antics, happy that she had enjoyed his "gift" to her. Besides, he thought, after what I saw, I'm not sure I could keep them away from you even if I wanted to. He watched Robyn adjust the straps on her leather armor and shoulder her pack. Reaching down, he picked up her spear and handed it to her. "Travel swiftly, my little guide, may the Forest Goddess protect you."

Robyn wrapped her arms around him and gave him a hug. "I love you, I'll be back soon." She kissed him quickly; afraid that her passion would get the better of her if she stayed in his arms too long. Without another word, she left the glade and slipped noiselessly into the brush.

Dingoo watched her go, smiling with pride at the quietness and speed of her departure. He reached out with his inner senses and followed her progress for a few moments more. Wiping a solitary tear off his cheek, he reflected on the druids' lessons concerning the cycles of life and death. Although he knew the lessons as well as any druid by now, he wondered for possibly the hundredth time why it was so hard to apply them to someone you loved. The master ranger looked down at the matted grass where he and his child had spent their night of love. Reaching into a pocket of his vest he pulled out a handful of luomyr-flower seeds. Smiling, he scattered the seeds of his daughter's favorite flower on the ground were they had lain. With luck, a new patch of the fragrant flowers would bloom here soon, a living reminder of the special meaning this place now held. Straightening, he poured the contents of his wineskin over the embers of the fire. Once he was sure the coals were out, he gathered his pack and weapons and refilled his wineskin from the creek. With a last look in the direction his daughter had taken, he turned and headed back to the camp.

The young ranger guide slipped through the forest, her senses alert to her surrounds. Her path took her southwest, closer to the elven territory and the older portions of the forest. As she passed quietly through the deep forest she took the time to familiarize herself with landmarks as she went. This portion of the forest was relatively new to her, further away from her home than she had patrolled alone before.

After several hours, near midday, the nature of the forest began to change. The land began to rise and fall as she entered a series of rolling hills. The ground was rockier and the trees a bit thinner.

Before long, she could hear the sound of running water. The air felt a bit cooler as well and she knew she was approaching a large stream or river. Remembering the maps she had studied, Robyn reasoned that this must be the stream Glossamvin that flowed through the area she was to patrol. The land sloped sharply downward, forming a small vale filled with smaller trees and brush. Insects and birds filled the air, and the sunshine was warm on her skin as she emerged from the shadows of the larger trees.

Making her way through the thickets and brush, she approached the fast running stream. Recent summer rains had added water to the stream, making it more like a river than the stream it normally was. The rains and turbulent flow had stirred up mud and sediment, muddying the waters as well. Reaching the bank she began to search for good place to cross the swollen stream. She hiked for about fifteen minutes before reaching a well-used path, which led to a ford across the stream. The stream was now over twenty-five feet across. The muddy water obscured sight of the stream bottom, but judging by the turbulence she saw there must be several large stones placed across the stream as a footbridge. Robyn began to wade out into the water while probing the water ahead with the shaft of her spear. She was careful to try and keep her footing while moving out against the strong, swift current.

She had only advanced a couple of feet when she was surprised by a splash. Looking up, she saw a trio of figures on the other bank. Quickly retreating, she scrambled back onto solid ground and went into a fighting stance. On the bank the three figures continued to throw sticks and debris into the stream. Shading her eyes against the glare, Robyn could finally make out the nature of her attackers. The three humanoids were bullywogs, a humanoid frog people, and supposedly the offshoot of some mad wizard's quest to develop a race of slaves. While they were not bred for intelligence, they did posses a rudimentary language and culture. They usually lived near water, content to forage and fish. Normally, the peaceful creatures traded with other races, offering fish and aquatic plants for metal articles or colorful items that they could use as jewelry or decorations.

This isn't like them. What's going on here?

As she watched she tightened her grip on her spear and tried to figure out the bullywogs' odd behavior. While they were throwing debris into the stream, they clearly weren't trying to hit her. Robyn knew they could toss the sticks across the water to try to hit her if that was their intention. One of the frog-people disappeared from sight. The other two stopped their assault on the stream, only throwing sticks when she approached the edge of the water to see where their third member had disappeared.

They don't want me to cross the stream! Bullywogs aren't normally particularly territorial. What is this all about?

The ranger's pondering was cut short by the reappearance of the third bullywog. The green-skinned creature was dragging a large sack. Huffing with exertion, it dragged the sack up to its companions. The humanoids hissed and chirped excitedly, pointing in her direction. Finally they reached some sort of a decision. Reaching into the sack, they pulled out larger stones and began to heft them into the water. While pondering what this all meant Robyn was amazed to see the water become more turbulent and disturbed.

"Gods protect," she swore.

A large water serpent rose out of the water, its head a good four feet above the surface of the water. The barrage of rocks had forced it from its hiding place around the rocks at the ford. The bullywogs intensified their attack, driving the serpent back underwater. The aquatic monster quickly swam off, its long body occasionally breaking the surface of the water. Robyn realized the frog-men had probably saved her life. In the water, the twenty-foot long monster would have had the edge on her in a fight.

The bullywogs hooted and danced on the other bank. They were obviously celebrating their victory over the water serpent. They threw more stones at the retreating form, shaking their thin arms in the air. Robyn had to smile at their antics; giggling as tension of the situation drained out of her.

Smiling at the bullywogs, she shouted to them. "Thank you, thank you very much!"

The bullywogs hooted back. One of them tossed a length of rope and a bundle across the swollen stream. Opening the bundle, she discovered that it was an oiled leather sack. One of the bullywogs pointed to his back and pantomimed removing a pack. Robyn nodded, understanding what they wanted. She removed her pack and placed it inside the sack. Her belt pouches and wineskin followed. When she was done she tied the sack closed and threw the free end of the rope back over the stream. Grasping the rope, she walked to the water's edge and began to wade across. The bullywogs pulled on the rope as she advanced. Robyn was amazed at the power of the current. Less than five feet across and the water was already up to her waist; the current pulling viciously at her legs and threatening to sweep her feet out from under her.

At the mid-way point the water was up to her breasts; the cold water making her nipples harden and chafe on the inside of her leather chest-piece. Her footing became more and more tenuous and she was forced to rely on the bullywogs pulling her to the other side. Finally, the three creatures had pulled her across. The young ranger sat on the grass, pulling her boots off and draining the water out of them. The bullywogs watched closely. One of them touched the sole of her foot, caressing it lightly.

"<Giggle> Hey, cut it out, that tickles!"

The bullywogs hissed softly and smiled broadly. The largest of the trio pointed to its own webbed feet and then back at hers. Holding one of her boots, it shook its head sadly. Grabbing her boot, she laughed with her three rescuers.

"Yes, if I had feet like yours I wouldn't need to wear boots."

The air, which had seemed so warm before now seemed chilly as a light breeze blew across her wet skin and soaked leathers. The sun had moved behind some clouds adding to the sudden feeling of cool. Shivering, she pulled on her boot and stood up. Looking closely at her new friends, she could tell the two smaller bullywogs were males; as evidenced by their smaller size and lighter coloring. The female stood nearly half a foot taller and her skin was a beautiful deep shade of emerald green. She was about four and a half feet tall, about a full foot shorter than the young ranger was.

One of the males untied the sack and handed over her pack and pouches, kept dry by the oiled leather. She pulled an oiled cloth out of her pack and dried her sword with it. Satisfied the dwarfish steel would be safe from rust, she resheathed it and put her backpack back on.

The female bullywog, clearly the leader, motioned her to follow them as they started to walk down the path away from the stream. The soaked warrior scrambled after them. The sun returned from behind the clouds and her wet leather armor soon began to feel hot and uncomfortable.

After a short walk they arrived at a large hut in a small clearing beside a small brook. One of the males got a clay cup and filled it with water from the brook and offered it to the female bullywog. After she drank a small amount, she held the cup out to Robyn.

"Thank you very much."

The ranger gratefully swallowed some of the cool, clear water. The other male stoked the ashes of a small fire; adding wood to build a small fire. The female said something to her companions with some hoots and clicks that made up their language. The males went into the hut and returned as Robyn was removing her pack. They placed a spit holding several trout over the fire and began to turn it. Robyn watched them begin to grill the fish. The males turned the fish slowly while occasionally sprinkling some herbs over the cooking trout, filling the air with a sweet, spicy aroma. The female came over to Robyn and began to until the knots holding her chest-piece together with her long nimble fingers.

"What?"

The female bullywog pointed to her dripping leathers and motioned from her to remove them. Feeling a little silly, Robyn removed her leather skirt and boots while the female removed her leather armor. Finally standing naked before the frog-people, Robyn blushed at the bullywogs all stared at her with their large black eyes. The female came over to her and touched her ringed nipples with a trembling hand.

"Bruuup?"

"I'm sorry, I don't understand?"

The female smiled abruptly and walked away into the hut. Robyn stretched, loving the feel of the warm sum on her drying skin. She set her boots and leathers in the sun to dry. Opening her pack, she searched until she found her comb. It was made of ivory and studded with several small poor quality garnets. Combing her hair quickly, she decided to offer the comb to her hosts as a way of saying thank you. She looked over her shoulder and found the two males staring at her backside as she bent over her pack. They quickly averted their eyes when they saw her looking at them. They smiled and hooted to each other.

Now what is all that about, she wondered?

The larger male called into the hut while the other set the cooked fish on a clay platter. The female returned outside carrying three cups and a blue glass bottle.

While the female filled all four cups with more water from the brook, the males dug into the ashes of the fire and removed several brown stones using forked sticks. These were placed next to the fish on the crude platter and brought into the center of the clearing.

Robyn came over as the female motioned her to sit down. Sitting indian-style, the young woman felt a momentary flash of embarrassment as her hairless sex was spread and put on display by her position. Looking at her rescuers, she noticed for the first time the large bulges inside the males' genital pouches and the opening to the female's vagina as the lady frog sat beside her.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a sharp crack as the male broke open the brown stones revealing sweet ground tubers baked in a clay shell.

"Oh yes, my favorite," the ranger exclaimed happily.

The frogs smiled at her reaction. The female chirped something to her two companions and they sat as well, one of the males beside each of the females. The men-frogs began to break off pieces of the fish, and held them up to the females' mouths. When Robyn tried to take the food from the male next to her, the female hooted angrily, chastising her.

"I'm sorry, what's wrong," asked the confused young woman.

The female bullywog leaned back and allowed her male to feed her directly. Pausing, she motioned for Robyn to lean back and let the male feed her. The ranger did as requested; opening her mouth to accept the morsel of fish her attendant gently pushed into her mouth. She chewed the tasty morsel, enjoying the taste. While she ate, her attendant quickly took a bite himself, then quickly got another piece ready for her. The female frog chirped, and rubbed Robyn's shoulder in encouragement. Her hand slipped down the ranger's back, stroking the back muscles; soothing and relaxing the young woman.

Robyn moaned as the frog's skin slid across her tense muscles. The green skin wasn't slimy at all; instead it was smooth and silky like a well-oiled glove. Robyn opened her mouth and accepted another morsel. This one was a piece of her favorite treat, baked sweet tubers. She eagerly sucked the chunk off the male frog's fingers. He smiled at her enthusiasm, and ran his slim green fingers around her lips as she tried to lick the sweet, rich juices off them.

The quartet continued their meal, occasionally drinking sips of water. As the meal finished, Robyn's partner became more playful, purposely smearing her face with the food. Robyn was shocked at first when he leaned over her and licked bits of the fish off her lips. The frog's tongue was incredible, a foot long and amazingly limber. It was moist and warm, and she felt herself begin to get aroused as he slurped and licked the food off her face. She glanced down and noticed the hard shape of the frog's cock swelling inside his genital pouch. As the frog lay on top of her, he gave her the deepest french kiss she had ever had. She could feel his tongue slip down her throat, soft, warm, and moving with a life of its own.

"MMMMM, yeah…" she mumbled around his tongue as she spread her legs and locked her ankles behind his back. Glancing to her right, she saw the other two frogs had similar ideas. The female bullywog had turned her partner onto his back and had coaxed his yellow cock out if its pouch. The saffron-colored prick was a good nine inches long and weeping profusely. The watery precum was dark and thin, running freely over the female's fist and down her arm.

Determined not to ignore her own partner, Robyn began to rub her moistening cunt over the male's pouch. She gasped as she felt the tip of his own nine-incher protrude from the slit in his pouch. As he leaned down and began to suck on her achingly hard nipples, she wiggled to get the emerging cock into her cunt. As the thick shaft slid into her, she was amazed at the heat of his precum. It seemed to fill her with a penetrating heat, making her more and more excited. The thin fluid gushed out as she humped the shaft. The male hissed as she gripped his cock with her inner muscles, tightening and relaxing her pussy around it. He alternated between nibbling on her nipples and kissing her deeply. Beside her, the female was riding her partner energetically, cooing with pleasure as he thrust beneath her. The combined fluids of the two ran down her thighs and dripped down to from puddles of the stuff on the male's stomach. Robyn reached over and rubbed it into his skin, wetting her fingers. She brought her fingers to her mouth, sucking the delicious juices off them greedily. The male began to thrust harder, causing her to climb the path to her own peak of ecstasy.

"Yes, more honey, fuck me!"

"Hoot, hisssssss," he replied, spurred on by her excitement.

The frog wrapped his hands behind her and began to pull her onto his prick as he thrust vigorously into her. Robyn reached down and grasped him as he slid in and out of her; effectively jacking him off into her dripping pussy. The copious precum and Robyn's own juices mixed and squished out of her with every stroke. Robyn was unprepared for her orgasm when it broke over her without warning.

"Aahhh, Godddddddd!!!!! YES!!! Fuck me," she cried.

The male frog thrust into her hard and began to cum. Incredible amounts of amphibian cum shot into her convulsing cunt. The flow was so large that the dark fluid ran out of her; literally squirting as the yellow cock continued to thrust and pulse inside her.

As the male frog laid her onto the ground, he slowly pulled his shrinking penis from within her. Robyn lay there gasping for breath, dark cum leaking out of her pussy. The female bullywog crawled over on all fours and straddled the woman's head. She lowered her leaking vagina onto Robyn's face and began to grind the circular opening over her lips. Robyn could taste the mixture of dark sperm and the female's own cum. The resultant mixture had a sharp peppery taste that she eagerly licked up. As the female relaxed the muscular ring which held her sex closed, more and more fluid ran out, until the young ranger could barely keep up with it. Her tongue was a blur inside the female's vagina, licking and probing as far as she could reach.

Robyn gasped as felt the female's tongue slither into her own cunt. The warm foot-long member writhed inside her. The feeling was so novel, so unlike any other tongue she had ever felt that the ranger went into a series of rolling orgasms. She tried to please her lover as well, but simply couldn't keep up with all that was happening inside her. She continued to suck out the female's cunt, finally swallowing all the sperm the other male had left there for her. Finally she couldn't take anymore and gently pushed her lover away. The female slowly pulled her tongue out of the woman while watching her jerk and twitch as her final orgasms rocked her.

"Oh gods, that was fantastic!"

Robyn hugged the female close, kissing her face and smiling uncontrollably. The two males brought over two cups and the blue bottle Robyn had seen earlier. Pouring a small amount into the cups, they handed a cup to each of the females and moved away respectfully. The bullywog encouraged Robyn to drink. The ranger tasted it tentatively, than with gusto as the flavor blossomed on her tongue. It was tingly, filled with tiny bubbles that tickled her nose as she drank. The flavor was that of sweet chetzny berries. Robyn was amazed at the way it seemed to fill her with energy. All her fatigue seemed to melt away; leaving her alert and refreshed. The female smiled and kissed her again, then let her up off the ground.

Robyn retrieved the gem-studded comb from her pack and presented it to the bullywog matron. She smiled as the frog hissed and hooted in pleasure. Robyn dressed and arranged her gear as the frog showed her two mates Robyn's present. As Robyn said her good-byes, she promised she would stop in on her way back. The frogs waved as she headed down the path leading southwest. Looking over her shoulder, she could see the female on her hands and knees, a male at either end thrusting vigorously.

"Wow, those really are 'horny toads', aren't they," she quipped?

Groaning at her bad pun, she tightened her pack and set off at a brisk pace.

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Robyn jogged through the forest, slipping through the brush swiftly and quietly. Thanks to the bullywogs' magical elixir, she felt full of energy and it seemed she would never tire. The young ranger made good progress, stopping only to blaze an occasional trail mark on the side of trees. Before long the land sloped upward and the trees became fewer and further apart. Thinking this was an excellent opportunity to study the surrounding area, Robyn stopped at the base of one of the larger Chula trees. She slipped off her pack and hid it next to her spear and short sword behind some bushes. Grasping one of the lower branches, she swung herself up and began to scale the mighty tree.

At first the ascent was easy, but as she neared the top, the branches thinned and she was forced to pick her way with care. As Robyn broke through the canopy of leaves, she blinked as her eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight. A light breeze cooled her brow and dried the sweat from her long climb. Robyn surveyed the vista before her; she noted the shape of this new territory as well as the types of trees she could see from her perch. In the distance she could see darker clouds forming to the north, confirming her suspicion that it would soon rain. The air was alive with the smells of blossoms and plants, as well as the cool taste of the impending rainstorm.

Just as she was about to begin her descent, a flash of brilliant white light caught her attention. She paused, her senses alert. There, there it was again! It appeared to be coming from one of the hills to the south, possibly a league or so away. While this appeared to be outside the area she was supposed to patrol, Robyn felt it was best to check on this odd event. She quickly reached the bottom of tree.

Reclaiming her belonging, she looked to the sun to get her bearing and set off to investigate the strange lights. Robyn moved swiftly at first, then slowed as she drew near. Moving carefully to minimize any sound of her passage, she began to search for clues to this sudden mystery. The stillness of the forest was her first sign that something was amiss. Soon, she detected the odor of fresh blood in the air. With sudden misgivings about coming alone, the young ranger crept through the brush, her senses alert for any signs of danger. The hackles on the back of her neck stood up as she skirted a small clearing near the apex of one of the hills.

Death, the smell never changes, she thought. The pungent odor brought back memories of the night she had lost her mother to a poisoned arrow during a goblin attack.

Scorch marks on several of the trees bordering the clearing, as well as burned grass gave evidence of some type of magical exchange. Waiting patiently, using her senses to detect any attackers, Robyn crouched behind a laurel bush. When she was sure it was safe, she stepped into the clearing, her spear poised to defend her from attack. Several battered shields lay on the ground, bearing the crest of the kingdom of Wiltzford. The first body she examined was a human, wearing the uniform of a soldier from that great northern kingdom. He was lying on his back with several feathered shafts protruding from his chest. Looking closely at the arrows, Robyn was surprised at the markings along the shaft.

"Elves!?!"

Robyn shook her head in confusion. While the relationship between the elves and Wiltzford could not honestly be called friendly, they were at least peaceful. Something about the body looked wrong, but she could not figure out what it was. Two other human corpses could be seen, both riddled with elven arrows. At the far end of the clearing, four more bodies lay slumped on the ground. Pools of dark, drying blood spread onto the grass below them. As the ranger crept closer, she could see by the clothing and armor that these were elves. Upon seeing the pale blue eyes staring lifelessly into the sky and the tips of pointed ears poking from under golden hair, she knew something was terribly wrong.

Humans and elves fighting, it doesn't make sense?

The young woman brushed her brown locks out of her eyes as she pondered what this meant.

I have to tell Dingoo, this can't be good. It's been nearly a hundred years since the last elf wars.

Bending down, she began to examine the body of one of the elves. Noting the clan marks on the armor and swords, she whistled in amazement.

Dragon clan! What is a party of elves from the royal family doing this far from elven territory without a proper escort?

Carefully not to touch any of the jewelry the fallen warriors were wearing, she began to search for more clues. Two of the bodies bore crest stones of incredible beauty, but she knew better than to disturb them. Most elven treasure was protected by powerful magic curses to discourage theft. These spells often lingered even after the death of the owner, making corpse-robbing of elven dead very rare. Even the thieving kobolds were hesitant to disturb elven dead; such was the power of these enchantments.

"Gods protect!" she cried.

As she finished examining the last body, Robyn was shocked when the corpse reached up and grabbed her hand. Stifling her cry of shock and surprise, she whipped out her short sword and pulled away from the weak grip.

"Please, help…" the elven warrior gasped weakly.

Feeling ashamed that she had mistaken him for dead, Robyn sheathed her sword and knelt beside the dying elf. Bright red blood bubbled from his lips and out of the gaping gash across his ribs.

"Save your strength, I'll get help," she said as she began to remove her pack. "Let me bind that wound first."

"No time…they took the Princess…<cough>."

"Who, the soldiers from Wiltzford? What princess? Why were you as far from the elven lands?" Questions raced through Robyn's mind.

"No soldiers, orcs. Princess Delia was…<cough>…tracking a unicorn, the chase led us here. It was a trap." More blood ran from the elf's mouth and his voice was growing weaker by the minute.

"Orcs, but the bodies I see here are…?"

"Orcs!" he hissed in a painful voice. "You must save her…<cough>."

The warrior shook violently as if suddenly chilled. Robyn could see the feeble spark of life slowly fading from his eyes. Tenderly, she clasped his hands in hers and looked into his eyes. He smiled as he saw the determination there. Then, with a final shudder, he grew still and cold.

Standing, Robyn looked at the human bodies again.

"Of course, no blood!"

While there were bloodstains around the arrow wounds, missing were the pools of blood such injuries would have surely caused. These bodies must have been placed here to obscure the facts. A clever deception, laying the blame on the humans. She began to search around the clearing, in ever-widening circles. Finally, several broken branches marked the beginning of a faint trail. The orcs had been careful to leave little trace of their passing but the ranger's sharp eyes and keen skills were not fooled.

Unicorns, at least it explains how they got this far.

An elven princess who could claim a unicorn as a mount would win high favor with the other elven nobles. She would have pursued one to the ends of the earth if she thought she stood a chance to win the loyalty of one of the rare beasts.

Turning to head back to the ranger compound, Robyn was dismayed to see how dark the sky had become. Obviously, rain was on the way. It would be afternoon tomorrow before she reached home, and even that meant traveling all night. By then, rain would have destroyed the faint trail that led to the kidnapped princess. She hesitated, unsure of what to do next. Tracking a party of orcs could be tricky, especially ones as unusually clever as these. On the other hand, there was a good chance that the trail the creatures had left would be obliterated by the coming storm. By the time she reached the ranger compound and returned, all hope of finding and rescuing the elven princess might be lost. As she stood pondering her choices, a distant rumble of thunder echoed through the forest.

That decides it. I'll follow the trail for as far as I can, then report back.

Moving quietly, she began to follow the trail the marauders had left. Occasionally she would stop and blaze a trail mark on passing trees to serve as waypoints for her return. The orcs apparently had set out for some rendezvous to the southwest, nearer to the badlands. As Robyn followed, the skies continued to darken and thunder became more frequent. It was near nightfall when the first drops of rain began to fall.

I need to rest anyway. I can wait for a bit and see if I can pick up the trail. If not, I need to head back, she panted while leaning wearily against the bole of a tree. How many leagues did I cover? I must be near the border of badlands by now?

CRACK! The sound of a whip came through the twilight, followed by a cry of pain.

Suddenly alert, Robyn carefully edged toward the sound. Careful to remain hidden, she crouched behind some small boulders and peered down the darkening trail. Through the rain-filled gloom, she could see four orcs, working their way up the trail towards her. Two of them carried shields and swords, while the next was armed with a large two-handed ax. The final orc was a strange sight, lumpy and misshapen, even for an orc. It wielded no weapons other than a whip, and was using it to drive the other three on. Listening from her hiding place, she could make out the voice of the whip-wielder spurring the others on.

"Hurry you miserable worms, Blath Mord wanted the trail scouted all the way back to Grissom's Hollow."

"But Tismmon, the rain hide our tracks, it cold and wet. Let's go back?" whined the ax bearer.

"I follow orders, Jarthmas, and you will too!" Tismmon said threateningly, holding up the whip to enforce his authority.

"You a bung-licker, little one. Blath Mord not always favor you, then you pay," one of the sword wielders muttered venomously. Although he clearly did not care for the smaller orc, he moved to carry out his orders.

Blath Mord? Sounds like orcish for White Shade? A clan name perhaps? Robyn wondered from behind the rocks.

Just then the weather betrayed her. A bright flash of lightning filled the sky behind her. In the luminous strobe, her shadow was clearly visible on the ground beside the boulders. The small orc happened to spot it and immediately sprang into action.

"Elf, elf!!" he cried, pointing at her hiding place. The three warrior orcs began to advance, screaming battle cries.

"Oh shit!"

Stepping from behind the boulders, the ranger choose her target. Her arm drew back, then snapped forward, hurling her spear at the advancing orcs. The projectile sped through the air, ending its flight by embedding itself in the chest of the ax bearer. Without a word, he dropped his ax and pitched onto his back. Unsheathing her sword and dagger, she moved to attack to the remaining two fighters.

At least the little guy is staying out of it, she thought, seeing Tismmon's reluctance for battle. Can't let them get me between them.

She advanced, stopping at a narrow spot in the trail with her back to a tree. Raising her sword high, she prepared to meet their attack. The orcs smiled as they charged, happy with the apparent odds. As they approached, Robyn suddenly flung her dagger at the closest orc, aiming below the rim of his shield. He grunted in pain, and looked down at the hilt of the dagger protruding from his ample gut.

"Ahhhhhh, elven bitch!!" he cried as he dropped to his knees.

With one orc remaining, Robyn knew she finally stood a chance of surviving this encounter. While the massive orc was stronger, she was quicker and had more endurance. As long as she could stay out of the reach of his longer sword, the weight of his shield and heavier armor would win the battle for her. No longer worrying about being attacked from behind, she stepped away from the tree and circled to her right.

"Pilfon kill you, elven slut!" the orc snarled in a spray of spittle. Spinning on the balls of his feet, he delivered a vicious overhand blow with his sword, intent on splitting her skull.

Robyn leapt to one side, deflecting the blow with her short sword. Sparks flew where the heavier orcish blade met her dwarfish steel. The force of the blow nearly knocked her blade from her grasp. The orc's momentum spun him further around, bringing her face to face with her opponent. Another stroke of lightning illuminated the two fighters' faces to each other.

Pilfon's beady eyes were wide with surprise as he gazed on the ranger's features.

"You no elf, you human bitch!" he cried with a tone that sounded almost disappointed.

"Yes, and you're no goblin. But you bleed just the same, what difference does it make?" Robyn asked through clenched teeth.

"A big difference slut, human have no defense against magic," Tissmon cried gleefully.

Robyn realized the smaller orc must be a shaman of some kind, capable of casting minor spells. Desperately, she tried to reach the trees where she could try to hide from the spell caster's magic. The larger orc seemed to sense her strategy and moved to cut her off. Suddenly, she heard Tissmon begin an arcane chant. She struggled to beat back the orc warrior when suddenly the shaman's voice cried out a magical note filled with eldritch power. Without warning her limbs suddenly froze in place, rendering her immobile. She struggled wildly, pitting her will against the orc's evil magic. Already she could feel the hold over her weaken. Her moment of triumph was short-lived however, as she watched Pilfon swing his blade towards her unmoving and defenseless head.

The spell failed a moment before the orc's sword struck her head from her shoulders. Robyn ducked, attempting to evade his blow. The heavy orc tried to correct his swing when his target suddenly sprung to life. Neither Robyn nor Pilfon were successful. The result was the flat of the orc's sword colliding with her temple. The young girl cried out briefly as an explosion of color and pain blossomed in her head. Darkness followed quickly and she remembered no more.

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Robyn awoke with a pounding in her head, and the feeling of being cold and wet. She could feel the moisture in her hair and on her face. "Uhhh," she groaned, rolling weakly to her side.

"I said get up, whore!" shouted a gruff voice. The command was followed by another bucket of cold water being splashed in her face. Shaking her aching head, she struggled to rise, but succeeded only in making herself sick. As she noisily expelled the meager contents of her stomach, her audience howled with coarse laughter.

Finally rising unsteadily, she opened her bleary eyes and tried to orient herself. As her gaze found the shaman, Tissmon, holding a crude bucket, her memory returned. Looking around, she could see she was in an orcish lair of some type. Surrounding her were perhaps some forty or so orc warriors, gazing hungrily at her. With a start, she realized her clothes and weapons had been removed. Reaching up, she covered her breasts from their lustful stares, feeling the hard buds of her nipples rise in response to her fear and the cold.

"Oh, your precious rings are still there, my little flower," a regal voice informed her. "There was some argument about whether you should keep them or have them cut out. However, I felt it would be a shame to mar such perfect breasts so soon. There is plenty of time for that later."

The cruelty in the voice truly frightened the young girl and she felt her bladder go weak. She spun to face the new speaker, instantly regretting the quick movement, as her stomach threatened to betray her again. The ranger's eyes stared in disbelief at the figure seated on a throne made of bones.

"It can't be. What trickery is this?" she asked.

Seated on the throne was none other than Pelonar III, king of Wiltzford.

"What, no bow for your king?" he said mockingly.

"You're no king. Sorcery, magic, what type of illusion is this? The real king would never conspire with orcs or attack an elven princess." Robyn looked closely at the man, trying to find a clue as to his identity.

"You see, Princess, she figured it out much faster than you when I took the form of your unicorn."

"Let her go, Blath Mord. She cannot hurt you." These words were spoken in a clear melodic voice that took Robyn's breath away it was so beautiful.

Looking to the side of the lair, the young girl was stunned to see the elven princess, locked in a large cage. The elven maiden still had her regal robes on, although they were beginning to look soiled and tattered from the abuse they had suffered lately. Her silvery hair was held in place by a platinum net studded with small sapphires. More sapphires adorned her delicate ears and hung from a necklace that rested between the firm mounds of her breasts. The squalid surrounds only served to accentuate her beauty. Robyn marveled at the fact that she had been allowed to retain her jewelry, then nodded, remembering the curse they surely carried. The princess stayed in the center of the cage, obviously avoiding the bars.

It must be cold forged iron, thought Robyn. The metal was poisonous to the magical elves, and served to weaken their arcane powers.

"Oh, she cannot hurt me, but I am sure her friends could. Let her go? Don't insult me, Princess. This little morsel would fly back to her nest and return with some very unfriendly people intent on saving you."

"Who are you?" Robyn asked, totally bewildered.

"My name is Blath Mord. It means Ivory Shade in the orc tongue, and is my family name. You will address me as Lord Blath." With that he stood and changed.

Robyn and Princess Delia both watched in amazement as the handsome man transformed into a hulking creature nearly twice as wide and half again as tall. Finally, the creature's form solidified into that of an ogre, with slightly different features than either of the two ladies had seen before. The monster's face was more human-like than normal ogres, with a sinister evil cast to his features.

"What are you?" Delia asked in a fearful voice.

"I am an ogre-magi, from the jungles south of the Ba'brigsten Islands. Political…ah…difficulties within my homeland forced me to visit your little corner of the world. I do believe I can do well for myself; as well as for my loyal followers." With these words, the orcs began to chant Blath Mord's name. "Enough!" he commanded. "And I am so glad the two of you decided to join that band of followers."

"Get stuffed, Blath!" Robyn cried defiantly.

The ogre-magi nodded to someone behind her. Before she could react, a streak of fire ran across her back as Tissmon's whip lashed out at her.

"AHHHH!!" she screamed as the short orc delivered another blow, this one across the backs of her naked thighs.

"You were told to address me as Lord Blath!"

Robyn straightened herself and refused to acknowledge his command.

"Very well, break her," he said to the assemblage of orcs.

Robyn whirled and tried to fight them off as the horde of horny orcs swarmed over her. The sheer press of bodies worked against her and she felt her hands and feet become quickly held. The lustful monsters ran their filthy hands over her smooth skin, pawing at her. She could hear Princess Delia calling for Blath to stop this. Rough orcish hands grabbed her wrists and elbows. After she had managed to deliver several vicious kicks, she found her ankles and knees held as well.

"Stupid human bitch!" one of the orcs she had kicked snarled.

With that he punched his fist into the girl's stomach, causing her to double over in agony. Another orc wrapped her brown hair in his fingers and pulled her upright.

BLAM! Another fist struck her in the side of the face. Robyn saw stars and blacked out as the pain lanced through her head.

When she regained consciousness, she found herself on her back, turned cross-wise on the primitive table. Her hands were already tied tightly behind her back. As she struggled, coarse ropes were wrapped around her ankles. The orc warriors pulled her legs apart, stretching them as far apart as possible. The young ranger feared the savage monsters intended to pull her legs out of their sockets. The ropes were quickly tied off, keeping her spread and exposed. Her hips hung over on edge of the table, her shoulders over the other. Knowing what would come next, Robyn struggled not to let her fear show. One of the largest orcs pushed his way between her legs and dropped his leather breeches. His greenish-gray cock was hard and swollen. Its shaft was nearly a foot long. The knobby head was a darker green, and was considerably bigger around than the shaft.

"Gangus teach you how to fuck, little girl."

With that the orc buried his prick into her defenseless pussy with one savage stroke. Pain ripped through her abdomen as he brutally thrust into her. With every stroke, pain filled her, the head of the beast's cock slamming against her cervix. The large monster leaned over her, putting his full weight behind each thunderous thrust. He reached down, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her onto his cock as he shoved and grunted.

Robyn moaned in agony, biting her lip to keep from crying out in pain. The rough surface of the wooden tabletop rubbed and chaffed as her back and buttocks were pulled back and forth across it. One of the orcs handed Gangus a goblet full of wine. He drank deeply, wine running down his chin to drip onto the agonized young warrior's chest. The worst part of the ordeal was the knowledge that Princess Delia could see her as the monster brutally raped her. Robyn's humiliation was magnified tenfold as she gazed up at the Princess's face. The look of disgust and horror she saw on the regal elf's features cut her to the core and hot tears of shame rolled down the sides of her face.

After several minutes, she felt the cock within her swell. Gangus howled as his thick greenish-gray cum filled the young woman's abused pussy. Pulling out roughly, his place was immediately taken by another of the orc warriors. This one's cock entered easily, Gangus having provided the lubrication necessary for him to do so. The new orc wasted no time in picking up where Gangus had left off, slamming his prick into Robyn's bruised and tender cunt. The young ranger's view of the Princess was cut off as Gangus stepped between them. He held his still-hard cock in his fist. The shaft was smeared with his pasty green cum.

"Clean it, bitch," he ordered.

"No, go to hell you bastard," she cried!

WHAP! A broad leather belt slashed across her chest. Immediately, the skin reddened, leaving a livid welt.

"Awwwwww!" she cried. Robyn squirmed frantically, trying futility to evade the blows raining down on her tits and stomach. Within mere seconds, her entire upper body was a crisscross pattern of purple welts. Finally, sobbing uncontrollably, she opened her mouth to scream. As soon as she did, Gangus thrust his slimy prick into her mouth.

"You bite Gangus, Gangus make necklace from your pretty teeth, bitch," the sadist orc growled.

The hulking warrior thrust hard, burying the entire length of his cock in her throat. He smiled as he felt the young woman gag around his prick. Robyn sobbed as she was brutally raped from each end. The foul taste of the orc's cum was in her mouth; the stink of his unwashed pubic hair filled her nostrils as he ground the coarse bush into her face.

The orcs groped the helpless ranger; pinching her tits while pulling on her rings until her breasts were stretched into long cones before releasing them. Several of them used their belts to rain blows down on her writhing body. After each of them had raped her at least once, they drained the cum out of her pussy into a goblet. Robyn was forced to drink the contents. Afterwards, the orcs used the belts again, this time between her spread legs. Robyn writhed and screamed, struggling against her bonds trying to escape the burning lashes. Before long the lips of her sex were a deep, livid purple. The bruised flesh was swollen and throbbing. Finally the agony was too much for her and she passed out. Next the lusty orcs untied her and turned her over onto her stomach. Her ass was their next target.

Blath Mord walked over and lifted her head by the hair. He showed the Princess her face, the eyes puffy and swollen, cum dripping off her chin and running out her mouth and nose.

"Princess, see the fate of those who oppose me?" He laughed and dropped Robyn's head.

The orcs began buggering her. Robyn woke screaming, as dick after dick was crammed inside her sensitive anus. Again she was forced to drink another goblet of cum, this one filled from her leaking ass. When she balked, the belts were used to force her submission, this time lashing her back and upturned cheeks. Finally she fell into a pain-filled stupor. Her glazed eyes stared out unseeing, her mouth slack and hanging open as the orcs would occasionally thrust a cock into it to be cleaned, after assaulting her ass. By the time the orcs had finished with her, she was again unconscious.

"Take her to the kennels and continue her education," ordered Blath.

The orcs untied the hapless woman and dragged her across the filthy, cum-stained floor. The Princess wept as she watched them remove her rescuer. The ogre-magi had taunted her all throughout Robyn's ordeal. The monster was determined to break the elf's resistance. He needed to keep her alive as a hostage, but he was going to ensure she revealed to him the defense secrets of the elven homeland.

Robyn came to just as they were finishing tying her on her knees with her arms behind her back. She was kneeling in the mud and filth of the kennel yard where the orcs raised wolves. The huge beasts served as watchdogs and trackers for the orcs. Robyn struggled briefly until the kennel-master kicked her in the side of the head. Dazed, she fell to her side and cried out in pain.

"Bitch, I teach you what it means to be a real bitch!" the kennel-master snarled.

With that, he pulled her back to her knees with her hair. Robyn trembled as she saw him lead a huge wolf over to her. The wolf sniffed her and growled deep in his throat, baring his fangs at her. The kennel-master slapped her bruised ass and had her lift it higher. Without warning the huge wolf mounted her, his weight pushing her down. She could feel the tip of his pointed cock thrust between her legs as he sought to enter her.

"Owwwww," she howled as it brutally entered her battered cunt; roughly forcing it's way into her.

"Now you real bitch," chuckled the kennel-master. "You take care of Verbuage too, little slut!"

Pulling down his breeches, he shoved his cock into her gasping mouth. He rocked back and forth, pushing it in to the hilt. Robyn cried tears of agony as her ordeal continued. Verbuage finally pulled out, spraying her face with his foul cum. She was blinded as the bitter cum stung her eyes. After the first wolf had sprayed her insides with his cum, Verbuage yanked the knot out cruelly. This was too much and Robyn fainted as the second wolf mounted her. The rest of the pack watched with interest as they waited their turns. Verbuage fetched a cup to drain her cunt when this wolf was finished. He was determined to keep the prisoner well fed while she enjoyed his hospitality.

For the next four days, the orcs tortured the young woman. She was kept naked and abused at all hours of the day. The only food she was given was cum drained from her own body after each session. Occasionally she was given a drink of water; but most times the orcs made her lick their piss off the floor or out of cups. Her entire body was covered in bruises and welts. She no longer fought back. Her eyes were vacant and lifeless and she shambled around whenever the orcs took her from place to place.

Princess Delia was forced to watch much of the ordeal. The constant presence of the iron cage around her sapped her magical strength and her spirit was being crushed by the cruel torments she was made to witness. Blath was pleased with the progress so far and had decided it was time to teach Delia the advantages of submission. He ordered Robyn cleaned up and brought to him in the lair where the Princess was kept. The table was set with a huge roast deer and assorted other foods. He sat in his throne as the broken ranger was led into the hall.

"Bring her to me," he ordered the guards.

The young ranger stumbled forward and stopped in front of the ogre-magi, her eyes on the floor in front of her. Her stomach growled, as she smelled the cooked food on the table behind her. The young girl trembled uncontrollably and she felt weak and dizzy. Every movement hurt, even breathing, as her battered body fought to stay conscious.

"Look at me, slave," ordered the huge monster.

He stared intently into her blue eyes. He smiled as he searched and failed to find a spark of life there. Without another word, he reached out and grasped her nipple rings. His arms flexed and he began to lift the rings higher and higher. He searched her face for any sign of rebellion. Robyn began to scream in pain as he lifted her off the ground by her rings. Blath grinned, as she made no movement to stop him. Her hands remained at her side, loose and unclenched.

Blath continued to hold her up. The magic of the rings prevented them from pulling out, but did nothing to protect her from the pain the ogre was inflicting. Finally her voice cracked from screaming and her bladder broke, hot yellow urine streaming down her thighs and calves. Sensing she was about to pass out, Blath lowered the sobbing woman to the ground. He was inwardly happy, knowing he had broken the ranger's spirit.

Robyn's legs refused to support her and she slid down to kneel at the ogre's feet. Blath stroked her head tenderly, almost lovingly.

"Leave us," he ordered the guards. As they left the room, he turned back to Robyn and asked, "Are you hungry, little pet?"

"Yes"

"What was that?" he asked angrily.

Wincing at the anger in his voice, she whispered, "Yes, Lord Blath."

"There, see how easy it was. You are ready to be a good girl now, little pet?"

"Yes, Lord Blath."

She raised up, eager to feel his hand stroking her hair. It was the first kind treatment she'd felt in days and it confused her. Blath rejoiced at her actions. He leaned over and ripped a leg off the roast deer, splintering the bone as he twisted it off the joint. He ate hungrily; watching the woman drool as she intently watched him eat. When he had eaten most of the meat, he held out the bone to Robyn.

"Want some?"

The young woman swallowed repeatedly, her mouth watering incessantly. She couldn't speak, she was so hungry; her eyes glued to the meat scraps hanging off the bone. She nodded so hard that it looked like her head would snap off.

"Beg, little doggie," commanded the ogre.

Robyn sat on her haunches, her hands hanging before her like a dog begging for a scrap of food. Blath laughed at her eagerness and tossed her the bone. The famished woman began to strip the meat off the bone with her teeth. Blath reached under her arms and lifted her into his lap. Robyn snuggled there, cuddling with the monster while she finished her meal.

"See, Princess, I can be kind as well."

The Princess just shook her head in horror at the sight of Robyn's submission. Robyn finished the meat and set the bone on the armrest of the throne. She snuggled on the ogre's lap. Blath noticed the way she ground her ass-cheeks over his lap, eager to please him. It had been some time since he had enjoyed anything other than the occasional orc-slut or wolf-bitch. The bulge under Robyn's ass began to grow and twitch.

"Take off my pants, pet."

Robyn slid off his lap and knelt between his legs. As the ogre raised his hips, she slid off his pants. She gasped at the sight that greeted her. The ogre's genitals were large, the three testicles each the size of a small apple. Each of his two cock shafts was over a foot and a half long and still growing. The cocks were almost as thick as her wrist. She bent forward and began to lick each of the heads.

"MMM, yes, good girl," moaned Blath as he felt her hot mouth close over the head of his upper cock.

Robyn's hands were busy stroking the lower shaft as she sucked. Finally she switched, sucking the other until both cocks had grown to their two-foot length. Robyn took a shaft in each hand and stroked lovingly while her tongue danced across the hairless sack holding the ogre's large balls. She sucked them into her mouth, bathing them in warm spit.

Blath enjoyed her oral ministrations for some time, until he felt he was ready for more. He pulled her up and effortlessly lifted her over his head. Robyn spread her legs as his long forked tongue snaked out to lick her bruised sex. He lowered her slightly, until the full length of his tongue was wiggling inside her. The heat and moisture surprised him. He began to eat her with a vengeance, feeling her juices run down his chin.

This is an unexpected benefit, he thought in amazement. Perhaps he would wait a while before he had her cooked. Besides, she tastes better raw, he thought with a smile as he felt her pussy clench around his tongue.

Finally he felt she was ready for him. He lowered her onto his lap, until the heads of his pricks touched her inner thighs. She placed her feet on either side of his legs and squatted, trying to drive the large cocks into her. Blath lined his lower cock up with her asshole, and the upper one with the opening of her swollen pussy. Robyn lowered herself, impaling herself on the twin shafts.

"Ughhhh," she groaned as the huge shafts penetrating her sore openings.

She began to hump the large organs, moaning in pleasure. Blath drove his cocks up into her, delighted in his new pet. He could feel her inner muscles grip around his shafts as she began to spasm with ecstasy. The twin cocks pounded into her, filling her with both pleasure and pain. Blath closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of her silky openings as they slid over him. Blath stroked her affectionately; caressing her tits and rolling her nipples between his fingers. Her movements sped up and became jerkier as her passion mounted. Her increasing excitement affected Blath well. He could feel the cum inside his balls begin to boil, his sack drawing up as his orgasm approached. Soon the two were covered in sweat as they fucked each other with abandon. He pulled his new slave close and she began to kiss his face and neck.

As his orgasm began, Lord Blath whispered into her ear, "You will be my slave forever, little pet." His cocks began to squirm inside her, spraying her pussy and ass with his hot purple cum.

Robyn turned her head and whispered back into the ear of the orgasming monster, "At least for the rest of your life!"

Blath was shocked at the rage in the young woman's voice. He opened his eyes as the last of his cum pumped into her. He looked into her hatred-filled eyes just as she drove the sharp, splintered end of the leg bone into the side of his neck with all her strength. Robyn ripped the bone sideways, opening a gaping wound. Dark black blood jetted out, covering her in sheets of the hot fluid. Blath convulsed, his actions driving the cocks into her. As the hot blood ran over her clit, she broke into a screaming orgasm. As Blath went through his death throes, she writhed along with him. Finally, her passion subsided and she slid off the corpse. She lifted a picture of water and drank deeply, then used the remaining water to wash the black blood off of her as best she could.

The ranger stuffed several baked tubers into her mouth and chewed. Turning around, she searched the ogre's body until she found a small iron key tucked into his belt. Staggering over to the iron cage, she unlocked the door and motioned for the Princess to join her. The Princess just stared at her in disbelief, unable to comprehend the transformation she had just witnessed.

"Hurry, Princess, I can't go through that again, I need to get you out of here now," she croaked with her broken voice.

The Princess stepped out and threw her arms around the human. Robyn hugged her back briefly, a single sob of utter anguish escaping before she could seal her lips.

"No time for that, I don't know how much longer I can stay conscious. We need to get you out of here or all this is for nothing; I couldn't stand that," she rasped.

"This way, there is a hidden passage. I have seen the ogre use it several times," the Princess said.

She pointed to the back of the lair behind the throne. As Robyn watched, the elf twisted a rock. With a quiet shudder a portion of the wall swung away, revealing a narrow tunnel.

"How did Blath ever fit?"

"A shape-shifter, remember," the Princess asked?

Without waiting, the beautiful elf headed down the passage. Robyn scrambled to follow her, her body aching with every step. The tunnel continued on for several yards before ending inside a small cave filled with the ogre's personal belongings and treasure. She was delighted to find her short sword. The well-worn hilt fit her palm perfectly, and to have it in her hand cheered her tremendously. She used it to fashion a poncho from a filthy blanket. A strip of another tied around her waist served as a belt. The remainder of the second blanket was quickly fashioned into a pair of moccasins.

The pair of women made their way over to the entrance of the cave and looked out. It faced away from the main part of the orc compound. They waited briefly while they tried to spot the most successful route of escape. Finally Robyn pointed to a small path skirting the village. Knowing it was only a matter of time before the ogre's body was discovered, they set out to freedom. Using stealth, they were able to make it into the woods unseen. Robyn took the lead, heading towards the north as fast as she could go. The way was rough and the rags around her feet offered little protection. After several leagues, she was limping and starting to slow. Spots of blood began to show through the wool as the rocks and debris began to take their toll on her feet.

They had eluded several patrols in the first hour, hiding in the bushes until they had passed. Robyn had just started to believe they would escape undetected when disaster struck. Rounding a corner, they ran into three orcs. The first orc charged them, swinging a morning star over his head. Robyn met his charge and rolled under his swing. Regaining her feet, she opened his back with an overhand stroke. A second slash across the back of his neck ensured he wouldn't trouble them further. Whirling, she groaned when she recognized the spell-caster Tissmon. The shaman gestured at her and released a bolt of magical energy directly at her. The arcane fire sped at her and she gripped her sword in frustration.

Suddenly, the Princess was beside her. She raised her right hand and the sapphire ring flashed brightly as the bolt bounced off of an unseen wall inches from the women. It sped back, striking the shaman in the chest and blowing him to small burnt pieces. The other orc dove into the bushes and ran for his life. Robyn stared at the Delia, not believing she was still alive.

"Ring of spell turning," she said in way of explanation.

"Handy, where do I get one?" asked Robyn. "We better hurry, that other one will bring his friends back. Damn!"

Before they left, the Princess retrieved the shaman's boots and offered them to the limping ranger. Delia winced when she saw the bloody condition of her companion's feet as she slipped on the boots.

"Are you sure you can go on, Robyn?"

"No choice. Come on."

Hurrying, they continued their trek northward. After a few hours, Robyn was barely able to keep up with the Princess. She tried to convince the regal elf to leave her, but Delia wouldn't hear of it. Shortly thereafter, the sound of baying wolves could be heard to the south.

"They have our trail. We need to reach a stream or river. We're close to where I was captured."

Delia agreed, "I know. Let's hurry."

The women ran on, Robyn stumbling more and more often. Finally the ranger could feel herself slipping into a trance. She stopped, slapping herself to focus her awareness.

"You need to go on without me. I can't go much further. No more arguments, Princess."

Princess Delia looked at the ranger's face intently. She started to say something, then thought better of it. Nodding sadly, she acquiesced.

Robyn pointed to the northeast.

"Three leagues that way is the stream Glossamvin. You need to head that way. There's a family of bullywogs along it. If you can find them, they can help you."

The Princess nodded. She hugged the young woman briefly and then set off. Robyn looked around trying to find a place to make her final stand. She leaned against a tree, trying to summon her remaining strength. The problem was that there was so little left to draw from. She breathed deeply, trying to raise her energy.

She heard rustling in the brush behind her. Thinking that they'd circled around behind her, she spun around. Her knees buckled as the familiar forms of her father, the Princess, Bowsar, Pa'Aey, Ruckee, and Troll ran towards her. Dingoo reached her just as she collapsed.

"No heroic last stands for you, little lady," he said as he scooped her up into his arms.

"Father…" was all she said before passing out.

"Bowsar, you take the Princess to her people."

The mighty centaur nodded, holding his hand out to help the elf sit atop his broad back.

"I'm no unicorn, but I promise you any orcs that try to stop us will not live to regret it," the centaur said.

The Princess climbed up and wrapped her arms round his muscular chest. With a clatter of hooves he sped off with his charge. Dingoo handed the unconscious form of his daughter to the burly troll.

"Troll, you can shadow-walk faster than any of us can travel. Take her back to the compound please," he pleaded with the powerful creature.

Troll looked at the fragile bundle in his arms. His heart was torn between caring for her and the desire to visit those who had done this to her. Dingoo sensed his friend's indecision.

"Please, you're the only one who can get her back. I need you to do this for me, for her."

Troll blinked the tears from his yellow eyes. Nodding, he stepped into a shadow and began to disappear from sight. Before he faded completely away, he turned and looked directly at the elder ranger.

"Just save one for me, okay?" With that he was gone.

Dingoo smiled a very unpleasant smile. "I will try Troll, I will try."

Ruckee and Pa'Aey echoed the sentiment. Dingoo led the two towards the sounds of the approaching wolves. As a matter of fact, both of them were wearing the same unpleasant smiles as their leader.

Nine Months Later

Robyn was excited as she waited for the druid to lead her to the altar. She had recovered from her ordeal, with the help of the druids and a pair of elven healers that the elven royal court had sent to help. She had been sullen for several weeks. Finally one night in her father's bed, she had broken down and told her father of her torture at the hands of Blath Mord and his orcs. He held her as she tearfully recounted the details of her captivity.

The next morning she had resumed her duties. She threw herself into her work with a passion and diligence that surprised even the elder druids. She studied diligently, absorbing knowledge and practicing constantly. She drove herself relentlessly. Dingoo was concerned at first that she needed to relax. However the trio of Troll, Pa'Aey, and Bowsar made it their mission to ensure she still took time for fun. They constantly teased and taunted her, leading to many playful wrestling matches that led to activities of a different nature. She grew quite close to the three, especially the mighty centaur.

An emissary from the Princess brought her a new spear and a rare treasure that was the talk of the compound. The elves had sent a shimmering suit of elven chain-mail armor. This type of magical armor was exceedingly rare and for it to be given to a human was a sight seldom seen in the course of a lifetime. She rarely wore the treasured gift. It was something that made her uncomfortable.

Now it was the night of the spring solstice. True to her word, she had earned the rank of warden; the first of her group to do so. She waited impatiently as the two new guides, Co'Lar and Tene' went through their own ceremonies of initiation. Both women had been flawless throughout the procedure. Robyn's heart beat wildly in her chest as she waited her turn.

Compounding her excitement were the magical unguents the druids had spread over the lips of her sex. They tingled and glowed. Her clitoris had swollen to its largest size, pushing it out beyond its hood further than she had ever seen. It took all of her willpower to keep from rubbing her hands between her legs and giving herself the relief she craved.

Finally the druid called her out and led her to the altar. Unlike the ceremony for her nipple rings, this time her arms and legs were left unrestrained. With all her friends watching, she lay back atop the altar top and spread her legs as wide as she could. A gasp came from the crowd as they saw the inflamed condition of her sex. She was so excited that clear nectar ran freely from between the puffy lips and pooled on the obsidian stone.

The elder druid took a red-hot silver needle and grasped her clit between finger and thumb. Robyn inhaled sharply, her brow furrowing with the effort of not cumming right then. The druid pushed the glowing needle into the base of her clit and slowly began to push it through the base of her turgid love-bud. Robyn tensed as the fiery needle penetrated deeper and deeper. Finally, with a hissing noise, the tiny lance erupted from the other side. The druid withdrew the needle and picked up a gold ring. He reached down; preparing to insert it into the fresh piercing.

"Hold, Druid," commanded a new voice.

The crowd parted as the Princess Delia entered into the circle and made her way up to the altar. She smiled down at the trembling ranger and then turned to address the druid.

"I am sorry to interrupt. Please forgive me."

"Princess, you honor us with your presence," the druid G'dfether stammered.

"Am I to understand that any ring will serve as the symbol of her rank?"

"Yes, your highness, that is correct," replied G'dfether.

"Then may I contribute something to the occasion?"

With those words, she removed the magical sapphire ring from her right hand and knelt between her rescuer's outstretched legs. The crowd drew near, not believing the Princess was bestowing such a rich gift on the young woman. She began to run her finger up and down the length of the weeping gash before her. At the top of her stroke she would flick her fingernail across the surface of Robyn's swollen clit, making the ranger gasp and writhe in pleasure. Finally, she spoke a magic command and a small gap appeared in the circle of gold. She deftly threaded it through the piercing and again spoke the magical command. The gap disappeared, leaving the sapphire bauble hanging from her clit.

G'dfether spoke the magical chant that would strengthen and join the ring to her body. There was a bright flash as the magic of the ring combined with that of the druid's spell. The burst of eldritch energy coursed through Robyn's body, igniting a powerful explosive orgasm that seemed to go on forever.

G'dfether smiled and proclaimed the ceremony over. He had the sacred brazier lit and sweet herbs were burned in honor of Kaite, the goddess of lust and fertility. The golden horns were sounding, signaling the start of the solstice fertility festival. He pulled open his robe, revealing his erection. He stepped to the head of the altar and rubbed it across Robyn's lips. She responded by opening her mouth and suckling greedily at his staff. As she did, Delia began to lick her clit while inserting two fingers and pumping them into her overheated pussy. As the druid thrust into her mouth, Robyn reached out and grabbed his ass, pulling him deeper into her. Delia added two more fingers, finally folding over her thumb and slowly working her whole fist into the ranger's pussy. Robyn squealed as the fist pushed into her. The pressure was so intense as the elf's knuckles rubbed over her G spot. The Princess waited until her lover was shaking on the edge of another orgasm. Without warning, she bit into her clit and pulled on the ring with her teeth. As G'dfether felt her cum, he shot his own orgasm into her sucking mouth, feeling her swallow it hungrily.

Stepping away, Robyn was able to look around. The solstice orgy was underway. From her position she could see the revelers all around her. The satyr Pa'Aey was playing his pipes as Co'Lar sucked his pointed cock. Tene' was crouched under the centaur Bowsar, fondling his mighty penis while running her tongue over the broad head. Looking between her legs, she could see Delia busy licking her discharge while her arm still pumped in and out of her pussy. Kneeling behind the Princess was Ruckee, driving his studded cock into her royal cunt, spurring the elf's own passion on. To one side, Robyn saw her father with Kimi, the beast mistress. Dingoo was on all fours with his face buried between her thighs. Kimi had his head in her hands, using his tongue for her own pleasure.

Robyn took in the orgiastic sight around her until the large form of Troll and his huge cock blocked her sight. She smiled up at him, opening her mouth as far as she could. The large cock filled her mouth and began to push down her gullet. As she felt the shaft slide further down her throat, the Princess began to work the fingers of her free hand into Robyn's winking asshole. Robyn felt herself spinning as the orgasms crashed on top of one another. As she felt the Princess's other hand make a fist inside her ass, she screamed her orgasm around the thick cock filling her mouth and she…

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…and she sat up in the bed. With one hand she covered her mouth as her other hand brought her off, all four fingers pushing themselves, and her now-torn panties, deeper and deeper into her pussy. She tried to muffle her screams and moans of ecstasy as she came again and again from her erotic dream.

She fell back into the pillows, her breath and pulse racing as she came down from her sexual high. Listening, she couldn't hear her foster parents and she hoped they were out for a morning horse ride. Mindy and Jay frequently rode in the morning, enjoying the sunrise as it started the new day.

Teresa gasped and thought to herself, Get a grip, girl! Where are these dreams coming from?

This was the fifth time this month she had awoken from an erotic dream to find herself masturbating wildly. She hoped her new parents didn't discover her activities.

They'll think they adopted a nympho, she giggled.

She rolled out of the bed, pulling her wet fingers from inside her cunt. Blushing, she brought them up to her mouth and licked them clean. Blushing at the erotic spectacle she presented in her vanity mirror, she peeled off her nightshirt and tossed it onto the rumpled bed. She groaned as she pulled down her ripped panties. The fabric had been shoved deep inside her and was dripping wet. She pulled them down and stepped out of them, leaving them on the carpet at the edge of her bed. She paused to admire her body in the mirror. Her pert breasts were high and firm, already large for a fifteen-year-old. Her tits were capped with pink nipples, the puffy aureoles sitting like mounds atop the swell of her breasts. Her labia were a dark pink and still moist and swollen.

Teresa was naked except for a gold chain holding her most prized possession: a sapphire ring that had been inside her basket when the Sisters at the orphanage had found her. She had worn it for as long as she could remember. It reminded her of her dream and that made her pussy start to heat again. Giggling she ran to the bathroom to take her morning shower. With luck she could play with the water massage hose and cum a few more times before her parents got back.

As she left the bedroom, a pair of yellow eyes followed her hungrily from under the bed. They watched intently, following her firm buttocks as she ran out of the room. For a few minutes the house was quiet. Then the sound of the shower could be heard from the bathroom. The bed shifted slightly and the impossibly huge form of Troll crawled part of the way out from under the shadows beneath the bed. He snatched up the torn panties and brought them up to his nose.

"Sniff…Ummmm, so much like her mother," he rumbled in his deep voice. "Another one for my collection," he said as he stuffed a corner of it into his mouth.

As he tasted the fragrant juices soaking the cotton, he pawed his growing erection. Perhaps he would visit the mare in the stables before Mindy and Jay returned from their ride. Troll knew Teresa would soon turn sixteen. Then she could safely return to the other side.

He had brought her here to avoid a magical curse cast by the arch-mage Borchar. Troll and his friends had ensured the evil wizard no longer posed a threat. However, to defeat the curse she had to enter womanhood first. Since time passed more quickly in the earth realm, only two years had passed back home. Still, both Robyn and Bowsar complained of missing their daughter's formative years. Troll would be happy when he could reunite Teresa with her real family. As he listened, he could hear her moans as she entertained herself in the shower.

"So like her mother indeed," he chuckled as he crawled back under the bed. As he opened another shadow gate to the stable, his deep voice echoed unheard through the house, "Here pretty horsey."

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