“Cult members sure have weird fashion choices,” Abina said with a sigh from the backseat of our Jeep as it barreled down the highway. “There are no colors to make it pop or pretty designs or even a cute little saying to give it character. It’s just dark blue.” Kelda giggled. “Look at you, Abina. You’re on Earth for a month and suddenly a fashion designer.” “I don’t even like clothing, and I can agree these things are hideous,” Beth added. “I feel like I’m wearing a heavy blanket.” “I don’t know what you dudettes are talking about,” Rafe said through puffs of his blunt. “You guys look like fucking badasses.” “Says the only person who doesn’t have to wear one.” Logan laughed. “I offered!” The goblin shook his finger at me. “You’re the one who said that I wouldn’t blend in.” Logan shrugged. “I’m sorry if I thought a three-foot-tall dark elves in a saggy robe would stand out like a sore thumb,” he said. “People would have thought we brough
The athletic blonde just crossed her arms at Beth’s words. “My entire life consists of two things, sister, fighting and fucking. If it isn’t related to one of those two, then I don’t really give a shit.” “Most dark elvess, particularly the male ones, are egotistical to the core,” Beth explained. “I truly believe that Azar would have cut you a deal before you decided to go and make it personal.” “Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Logan held out my hands. “Are you telling me it was the dick jokes that set him off? Not the whole ‘murdering his pimp and assassins’ thing?” “The mind of a dark elves is a bizarre thing, Logan.” The redhead looked up at him with her bright smile. “It takes but the simplest thing to set them off into a blind rage… although the girls were certainly telling the truth. Yours is much bigger.” “Well, at least he can take solace in that,” Logan laughed. “Why do ninety percent of our conversations come back to "Logan’s dick?” Rafe interru
The crowd hissed and booed at the man’s words. “Let this so-called ‘Lord’ have his dead animals,” he continued. “For the War of the Divine has been reignited at our master’s behest, and metaphysical entities have begun to pick their sides. I must ask you, my brothers and sisters, whose side are you on?” “Lucifer!” they called back in unison. “Who do we serve?” The pitch of the man’s voice was now growing more and more shrill. “Azar, the King of the Fourth Circle!” the voices of the cult members roared in unison. “Then give up to him this beast of burden!” the man shrieked. “Let this beast inherit your sins, and he shall bring our master strength!” Every member of the cult reached out their hands toward the remaining goat as they began to mumble. They each must have been saying different things this time because their words mixed together into an incomprehensible drone. After a few minutes, they all lowered their hands in what looke
“Brothers, sisters! Kill them all!” The leader of the cult pointed his enchanted daggers at the five of them, and the rest of the group began to swarm as they charged in their direction. Logan was really hoping it wasn’t going to come to this. He shook his head, and the familiar dull thumping echo in his temples confirmed that his blue horns had sprouted. “I was,” Kelda said with a snicker from his right side. “It’s been so long since we’ve had a good fight.” “You’re sadistic, sister,” Abina cooed. “Incoming!” he warned his friends as he threw up a purple barrier. A slew of red fire smashed into the violet wall like raindrops on a windshield. With his free hand, he unleashed his own blast of red fire into the crowd of cultists. A couple of flashes of defensive purple rose from the spellcasters, but screams of pain rang out and confirmed that he had hit some of his targets. “Rafe, Beth,” he commanded, “you guys take the people on the left. Kelda a
After she had teased me for a bit, she went back to standard cowgirl. Her massive breasts bounced up and down as she rode his cock, and it took everything in Logan's power to keep from exploding each time he felt her tight ass come down on his balls. Logan let out a loud moan of pleasure as he started to feel himself headed toward a climax. The woman must have known that he was on the verge, because she hoisted herself off his penis, bent down, and took his penis into her mouth, deep-throating it. Logan moaned intensely as he ejaculated into the brunette’s mouth, but she didn’t seem to be fazed in the least. The brunette sat up, looked him directly in the eyes, and then swallowed. Logan laid back onto his robe that now acted as a makeshift blanket, and then the woman laid down on his chest. “So?” he asked as he ran his hands through her long beautiful hair. “Do you still want to kill me and send me to meet your master?” The brunette loo
“So, I have a question for you elves dudettes,” Rafe asked from the passenger seat of Shadow. “What happens if the halfling comes out as some super-hot chick and totally wants my massive schlong?” “I don’t think it works that way, Rafe.” Kelda chuckled. “The halfling will come out as a child, like any mortal baby.” “Then why are we driving halfway across the country to stop its birth?” the goblin questioned. “Shouldn’t that give us, like, eighteen years to prepare for that demon dude or dudette’s return?” “The cultists will be able to feed off its magic the second it’s born,” Kelda explained. “The raw power of a halfling with Azar’s DNA is all they will need to bring the King of the Fourth Circle back to our Realm.” “And reunite the Seventy-Two Servants,” Abina finished. “Seventy,” Logan reminded everyone. “We killed two of them already, and they were both pushovers.” “They were both isolated, alone, and taken by surprise,” the blonde
Logan and the group had only a short distance left to walk until they reached the base of the rock. What they saw before them could only be described as a literal oasis. Thanks to millions of years of erosion, the Mojave River had carved its way through the massive red sandstone, forming a beautiful ravine. The clear blue water flowed in a sinuous pattern between two expansive rock walls, and the sound of its miniature rapids echoed throughout the structure. Above the river’s second bend, a natural platform stretched out, measuring at least fifty feet in width. “That looks like the perfect place to make camp,” Logan pointed towards the plateaus. “This is perfect! It’s secluded, it’s beautiful, and most importantly, it has plenty of room for festivities.” “So, uh, who’s gonna carry all our camping gear over there?” Rafe asked nervously. “Can’t Logan just transport it with his powers?” Kelda asked playfully. “It would be a good test of hi
Even though Logan was sure that Rafe would be too preocKeldaed with camp stuff to notice them, he took the three elves over to the far side of the ravine for some privacy. They were now closer to the opening of the rock formation, but far enough away from the road that it didn’t really matter. Nobody would bother them all the way out there. “The water looks fine, guys!” Logan smiled as he waded into the shallow part of the river. “Not a very strong current, and it’s pretty clean by desert standards. It’s no Olympic-sized swimming pool, but it’ll do for now.” “Are you going to keep your pants on this time?” Abina frowned as she looked at Logan’s boxer shorts. “Maybe,” Logan shrugged. “There could be fish in here, and I don’t need them mistaking my dick for a piece of bait. Besides, this water is frigid. There’s going to be some significant shrinkage going on.” All three of the girls stood on the bank of the river and stared blankly.