A leather-armored Ork slashed into a soldier's stomach, releasing a stream of blood and gore from the man's body. General Jordan smashed another Ork's head open with his own blade, then sliced open the murdering Ork's chest with a graceful spin. Gema watched impatiently from the edge of the forest clearing, her body tense with barely constrained avarice. More Orks poured into the clearing, their voices loud and harsh with hate as they fell upon Jordan and his one remaining henchman. The escort guard screamed when three Orks pounced on him, chopping his helpless body apart with swords and sharp axes. Jordan killed two more charging monsters, then spun towards Gema, his sword dripping with green Orkish blood. "Run for the shrine! We have to outrun them!" shouted Jordan as he sprinted towards the red-maned princess. Gema hoisted her black dress and leapt through the remaining forest to a huge clearing. Centered within the expanse of green grass was a two story stone building with a long, graceful staircase rising to its main doorway. The lithe young woman ran swiftly to the base of the stairs, then charged up the smooth steps. Jordan emerged from the trees, then turned around to slay two Orks who were almost upon him. More Orks jumped over the bodies of their dead comrades, forcing Jordan to stand and fence with them. Jordan used swift, focused blows to hack the bodies of his adversaries, then he hopped back long enough to resume his pursuit of Gema. A tribe of Orks tore into the clearing, running after Jordan with wide, fanged mouths agape and weapons eager to taste the human's flesh. As Jordan pounded up the staircase, Gema withdrew some arcane material from a belt pouch and hurled it down at the ascending Ork warriors. The glob of fungi and powder hit a stone stair step and exploded, hurling flaming Ork bodies backwards into the grass. The surviving Orks halted at the base of the stairs, but maintained their aggression by throwing sharp knives at the retreating human fighter. Jordan grunted when a dagger smacked into the back of his left leg, but he continued his ascent until he reached Gema's side. The beautiful young princess helped prop up Jordan as they both entered the dark interior of the Mage's shrine. It was a warm night near the western bank of the Green Water River. Victoria and Mythas sat on opposite sides of a small fire, watching the embers dance under a fat, skinned rabbit. Victoria idly poked a stick into the blaze while Mythas watched the clear, star-lit sky. The couple's reveries were broken by the entrance of a young elf girl riding a brown and white mare. Two more horses were tied to the girl's saddle horn as she leapt down from her perch to rush forward and embrace Mythas. "Who's this?" inquired Victoria with an arched eyebrow. "My sister, Laurana," smiled Mythas as the short, blonde-haired girl clung possessively to him. "Laurana, this is Victoria. She's agreed to guard us on our way home." "Hello," replied Laurana cooly, her gaze distrustful. "Greetings, Laurana. May the sun be warm upon you," said Victoria with a formal elfish well-wishing. The three elves sat around the fire after the horses were secured, their small dinner at last ready for consumption. After the rabbit, Laurana retrieved travel bread, fruit, and a flask of fine elfish wine. Victoria savored every bite and relished the fruity flavor of the wine, it had been many years since she had enjoyed a true elfish meal. After dinner, Mythas withdrew a polished harp from one of his travel bags. He tuned the instrument, then played a slow, soothing melody upon it. Victoria lay on her right side, watching the fire crackle, her body sated and at peace. "Do you have an instrument, Victoria?" asked Mythas. "I don't know, I haven't played it for years," replied Victoria with a frown before she grabbed her own travel bag and began rooting about inside it. The brunette elf woman sighed softly when she discovered her old, neglected flute. She carefully removed the instrument from her satchel, then brushed the dust and grit from the flute's surface. Victoria brushed a tear from her eye, then placed the flute against her soft lips. She tentatively blew a short note, then played a longer, whimsical ditty. Mythas and Laurana smiled at her tune, then the elf lord joined Victoria, melding his harp music to her song. The two elves played far into the night, the dark landscape echoing with the music of an ancient, fading culture. Temptress and Hophena slowly entered the immense cavern. The cave was well- lit with glow orbs, their bright light illuminating the chamber's smooth rock walls and floor. Gold Dragon slept quietly, his long tail curled around his large right hind leg. The dragon's large nostrils flared when the two females entered the chamber, then he slowly opened his slitted, reptilian eyes. "Who have you brought with you, little princess?" asked Gold Dragon with a low growl. "My name is Temptress, and I've wanted to meet you for a long time," smiled the blonde woman warmly. "You smell of magick, how can this be?" inquired Gold Dragon as he raised his head with his long, sinuous neck. "Yes, I am a creature of magick. I was able to find a crack in the Seal, which allowed me to enter the wonderful world of mortals. I have seen many amazing things here," replied Temptress in awe while she advanced slowly towards the reclining worm. "This is a world rich with life," agreed Gold Dragon, his large eyes watching Temptress' advance. "I have sworn myself to protect it." "A noble task, great dragon," smiled Temptress as she reached Gold Dragon's tail. "You are a true guardian of life." Temptress reached out with her delicate hands, her fingers stroking Gold Dragon's glimmering, golden scales. With a flicker of her eyes, the sorceress commanded Hophena to caress Gold Dragon's chest. The slack-faced princess obeyed her mistress, fondling Gold Dragon's chest scales, then licking them sensuously with her pink tongue. Gold Dragon purred contentedly while the two lovely young women petted and kissed his body affectionately. Temptress untied her black leather vest, then bent forward, rubbing her large breasts against Gold Dragon's slowly twitching tail. Gold Dragon watched the beautiful golden-haired woman press her luscious body against his, her skin warm and flushed with lust. Hophena pulled down her white dress, then pressed her firm ass against his chest. The naked girl slid her buttocks up and down Gold Dragon's scales while her round breasts dangled invitingly towards the floor. Gold Dragon unsheathed his long cock, then guided it towards the horny Temptress. The sorceress smelled the dragon's sex organ coming towards her, the throbbing head already dripping with pre-cum. Temptress licked her full, red-painted lips, then briefly closed her eyes to summon the magick for her next task. Gold Dragon's cock tickled Temptress' bottom, then brushed aside her black leather shorts to make its way into her warm pussy. Temptress gasped with mock shock, then moaned softly, squeezing the walls of her vagina around the large, pulsing shaft. Gold Dragon growled, baring his sharp white fangs as he pushed deeper into the woman's cunt, filling her fuck hole with his tool. Temptress grunted while she began pumping up and down the worm's member, her ass sliding back and forth as she drew power from the act of sex. The woman's pussy folded around Gold Dragon's cock like a skin-tight glove, it drove the dragon into the womb of ecstasy. Temptress squeezed her bobbing tits, driving her ass harder onto the dragon's shaft, feeling his probe press inside her belly. The nearly naked witch fucked Gold Dragon until she could feel his orgasm approaching. She pulled away from the worm's quivering cock, then knelt beneath it, adorning the dripping shaft with kisses and long licks from her warm, wet tongue. Gold Dragon groaned with pleasure, raising his snout towards the ceiling, preparing to roar with his coming climax. Temptress' eyes transformed from blue to black and red. Fangs appeared within the witch's mouth as she bit down hard on the side of Gold Dragon's trembling cock. Gold Dragon roared with pain, he looked down with agonized eyes as Temptress tore bloody rents into his member with her razor sharp fangs. Blue-black lightning swirled around the ugly bite wounds, growing stronger from the dragon's blood and the cum gushing from his cock head. Temptress ran away from the convulsing dragon as the lightning tore into his body, ripping mortal rents into his scaly hide. Gold Dragon slammed a spasming claw into the naked Hophena, sending her flying across the wide cavern floor. Temptress pressed her slim body against a cavern wall, watching with cruel pleasure as the golden-scaled dragon collapsed upon himself in a bundle of bloody limbs and ravaged flesh. Thin tendrils of lightning played about Gold Dragon's corpse, destroying any last vestiges of life remaining in the worm's body. Temptress glanced to her right, where Hophena lay upon her stomach, face pressed against the floor while she moaned with pain. "My master may want you for a toy," pondered the witch before she advanced on the limp young girl. "So, our rivalry is over," chuckled Dark Dragon from his dimly-lit lair. The oily- scaled dragon leaned his head forward, to where several young peasant girls stood shackled to one of the roughly chiseled walls. "I believe that it is time to celebrate my victory, don't you agree?" Female screams vibrated along the huge cavern walls, intermingled with Dark Dragon's malevolent, gloating laughter. Victoria was sleeping soundly in her bedroll when she detected a faint moan. The elf woman quickly opened her eyes, then glanced around the dying camp fire when she failed to spot Mythas or Laurana. Concentrating on her hearing, Victoria waited until she heard a low, male grunt coming from a gathering of bushes to the west. Quietly sliding out of her bedding, Victoria drew a knife from her belt and stalked towards the soft grunting and moaning coming from the vegetation. Victoria reached the patch of vibrant, green bushes, then brushed away a gap with the edge of her dagger. The elf woman bit her lip to keep from gasping from the sight she beheld. Laurana lay on her bare stomach, her arms outstretched before her body as her chin dug into the soft, brown earth. The elf girl's small ass was thrust up high into the air, where it melded with Mythas' pumping crotch. Mythas held tightly onto his little sister's hips, keeping her buttocks steady while he slammed his hardened cock into her tight pink pussy. Laurana grunted with each violent thrust, her eyes were squeezed shut, her breasts pressed into the yielding soil. "Fuck me, fuck me harder!" demanded Laurana wantonly as she shoved her bare ass upwards, forcing her brother's shaft deeper into her moist vagina. Mythas smiled before he slapped his sister's taut buttocks, lavishing warm little bruises on her smooth, white flesh. Laurana giggled with lewd pleasure, digging her small hands into the dirt so she could push herself onto her brother's tool. Flesh slapped against flesh as the two lovers fucked each other, Laurana's ass quivered with each lascivious impact. "Fuck my little ass-hole," begged the young girl kneeling on her hands and knees. Mythas grunted with acknowledgment, then removed his dripping cock from his sister's wet cunt. He carefully placed the engorged head of his member against Laurana's tight little anus, then slowly slid his pole into her nether orifice. Laurana moaned with bliss, she licked her trembling lips as Mythas entered her ass-hole, filled it with his throbbing meat. The elf lord grabbed the edges of Laurana's buttocks for support, then began pumping in and out of her anus, cum and pussy juices lubricating his tool while he probed the naked girl's tiny hole. Laurana shuddered with pleasure, she fondled her dirt-covered breasts, pinching the little pink nipples until she gasped from the exquisite pain. Victoria withdrew from the bush, her expression full of shock at the lewd, decadent behavior exhibited by her fellow elves. Disillusioned and lonely, Victoria returned to her bedroll, then wrapped herself in its comforting warmth. The elf woman rolled onto her left side, her back to the bushes, as she closed her eyes and tried to ignore the sensual moans emanating from the foliage behind her.