Warlord

Kaila eyed the shopkeeper. His face was mostly concealed by his motorcycle helmet and mask, only allowing his dark eyes to be seen.



“Will it work if we move away from a ley line?” she asked.



“You’d better learn magic if you move away from a ley line,” the techno-wizard replied gruffly. “If you don’t have the talent, don’t waste your money.”



The elf maiden sighed. “Aren’t there batteries?”



“PPE batteries won’t do you any good for long term use,” the shopkeeper answered. “Look, TW devices are basically for magicians and psychics. You’d probably do better with straight up machines or some alien artifact.”



“Fine,” Kaila tapped the TW electrical generator disappointedly.



“If you’re interested in a weapon or light armor, I might be able to help,” the wizard offered. “You elves can usually power one or two uses, even if you’re not a spell caster.”



“Well, I may come back later,” Kaila said. She left the shop.



A young lady was outside. Kaila stopped for a second, struck by the girl’s chrome-colored hair and ruby red eyes.



“Didn’t have what you wanted?” the girl smiled at Kaila.



“Uh, no.” Kaila turned away, embarrassed to have been staring at the mutant. “Excuse me,” she started walking down the street.



“Lazlo has such nice shops,” the girl was floating in the air, hovering rather than walking behind Kaila.



“Are you...” Kaila turned to look at the girl. “...selling something?”



The girl laughed. “No. I’m just new in town.”



“I as well,” Kaila said.



“I’m Irene,” the girl introduced herself. “Do you want to shop together?”



“Kaila Longbow,” Kaila replied. “Uh...what is it you’re shopping for? I’d hate to waste your time.”



Irene hesitated. “Are you related to Jeram Longbow?”



“His wife,” Kaila replied.



“Oh, wow!” Irene looked impressed. “THE Jeram Longbow! He’s a hero!”



“No, not really,” Kaila smiled a little, warming up to the mutant girl. “Actually, he’s an idiot.”



Irene blinked. “What?”



“He’s just like a child,” Kaila said.



“But...I thought...” Irene stuttered. “That is, uh...”



“Oh, calm down, dear,” Kaila touched Irene’s shoulder reassuringly. “One thing I’ve learned over the years is that no one lives up to the stories people tell about them. I could tell you plenty of stories.”



Irene laughed nervously.



“I have a daughter about your age,” Kaila told Irene. “Are your parents in the city?”



“Uh, no,” Irene answered. “I...never really knew them.”



Kaila smiled softly. “I never knew mine, either.”



The girl blushed, and Kaila mistook it for girlish insecurity.



“Have you had lunch yet?” Kaila asked.



“No,” Irene smiled. “I’d like to have lunch, if you know a place.”



“Why don’t you come home with me?” Kaila suggested. “I’ll make you something.”



“No!” Irene protested a little too quickly. “I...really wouldn’t feel right about going to a stranger’s house.”



“Oh?”



“And it would be better to learn about restaurants in the city, anyhow.”







After some coaxing, Kaila consented. The women went to a small, D-bee owned place run by orange-skinned, fat people. The girls talked. Irene bought drinks, noticing with disappointment that Kaila nursed hers.



“Is it hard being married to him?” Irene asked suddenly.



Kaila looked thoughtful. “No,” she said. “I hardly ever see him, so how could it be hard?”



“But...” Irene sputtered, then went quiet. “He cheats on you!”



Kaila looked coolly at the girl. Irene looked away, her face turning red.



“I know,” Kaila said, sighing. “He’s always been promiscuous.”



“How do you live with that?” Irene was being genuine now.



“The physical part is important to him,” Kaila shrugged. “It’s not so much for me.”



“So you don’t fool around?”



Kaila laughed. “No.”



“Not even with other girls?”



Now it was Kaila’s turn to blush.



“Well, sometimes with my girlfriends, yes,” she said. “But the only man I make love with is my husband.”



Irene looked at her, then leaned in. “Come back to my place,” she whispered.



Kaila laughed again. “I don’t think so,” she said.



“I could make you feel good,” Irene whispered. Her lips were slightly parted, and her face was beautiful. “I think you’d like my hands on your body.”



Kaila breathed a little harder, and Irene could tell she was responding. “I’m...sure you’re very good,” she started.



“I’d like to feel how good you are,” Irene breathed. “I’d like to feel you touch me.”



Kaila was very red now, unable to answer. Irene knew she was about to give in.



“Has it been a while?” Irene licked her lips, her tongue lightly brushing her pretty mouth. “You might need a softer lover every now and then.”







Irene’s staff teleported the women to Irene’s bedroom. Irene started kissing the taller woman on the lips, playfully teasing Kaila with her lips and tongue. Kaila started kissing back, gently touching Kaila’s cheek as she did.



“What would you like me to do to you?” Irene moaned.



Kaila giggled nervously. “I’m...not sure,” she said. “I’ve never been asked that before.”



“Let’s get undressed,” Irene smiled. “I’ll show you what I’d like to do.”



Smiling, Kaila undressed. Her elven body was slender and smooth, with big breasts. Her dark hair was long and wavy, and framed her pale face well. Irene stripped quickly and climbed up on her bed.



Kaila started caressing Irene’s thighs. The younger woman sighed and spread her legs, showing her flexibility.



Giggling, Kaila mounted Irene. The young mutant wrapped her legs around the older woman, squeezing her as she started kissing again.



“I’ve never been with someone so young,” Kaila gasped, feeling Irene’s hands on her breasts. “You should be with my son, not with me.”



Irene’s hands went to Kaila’s butt, pulling their pelvises together as though Kaila had a penis and was humping her. Kaila started laughing, giddy from the motion. Irene started crying.



“What is it?” Kaila looked at the girl sympathetically. “Are you alright?”



Irene sobbed harder, releasing her grip on Kaila. The older woman hugged her, holding the girl comfortingly. Irene hugged her back, feeling for a moment like she had a mother.



“I’m sorry!” Irene sobbed. “I’m so sorry! But I couldn’t have saved you! You were dead either way!”



“What?” Kaila frowned.



“You were dead either way,” Nekajo growled as he swept into the room. As Kaila instinctively shielded Irene from what she perceived as danger, he added “you won’t die. Not right away.”



“Who are you?” Kaila snapped.



“I am called Nekajo,” he answered. “You know who I am.”



Kaila nodded, swallowing hard in fear.



“Let me go,” Irene said to Kaila. “You can’t protect me...you shouldn’t. It’s stupid.”



The silver-haired girl went to her father. “Let her go,” she begged.



The yellow tiger eyes focused on her. Irene trembled, but didn’t retreat.



“Please, Father,” she whimpered. “She...she never had a mother either! She’s got a daughter my age...and she never wanted to hurt us! Jeram never wanted to hurt us!”



Nekajo put his hands on her shoulders. He was at least a foot taller than her, and he looked like a giant to Kaila.



“He...saved his daughter,” Irene was openly sobbing now. “That’s all he did! That’s all!”



Nekajo’s hands came together on Irene’s throat and squeezed. “He didn’t save her,” he said, deadly calm. “He didn’t save anyone.”



The massive godling lifted his daughter off the ground, strangling her. Irene tried to teleport, but her father negated the spell, preventing her escape.



Kaila slid off the bed. Nekajo started as he felt the elf’s hands on him.



“I’ve never seen such a beautiful man,” Kaila purred. She was kneeling in front of the godling, opening his silken robes.



Kaila’s hands caressed Nekajo’s rapidly hardening member. Irene was purple.



“I don’t want any unpleasantness to ruin my first time with you,” Kaila looked into Nekajo’s yellow eyes. “Please, let the girl live just a little longer...it would make the experience so meaningful for me...” She kissed the tip of his penis.



With a grunt, Nekajo threw his daughter to the floor. Kaila saw her choke, but start taking wheezing breaths. Her demigod body would heal itself.



Kaila struggled to fit Nekajo’s massive prick into her mouth, keep him distracted. She looked up at him seductively as she sucked his cock, her hot mouth bobbing up and down on his shaft. She licked up the side and fondled his balls.



“You’re so big,” she moaned. “You’re so big it scares me.”



Without waiting for a response, Kaila pushed her tits together and rubbed Nekajo’s dick between them. She bounced up and down before she started sucking him as she tit-fucked the godling’s huge penis.



Nekajo was totally entranced by the beautiful elf working his cock. His daughter was sobbing a few feet away, bleeding from her nose and clutching her throat. Briefly, she thought about trying to save Kaila, but knew she couldn’t. Her father was too strong. She grabbed her staff and teleported away, still naked and sobbing.



Kaila felt semen flooding her mouth, and she spat it out, letting the remaining spunk rest on her tongue and leak out. She sighed, relieved that Irene had escaped and that her captor had cum already. She waited for his cock to soften, but it didn’t.



“Give me your pussy,” Nekajo purred. Kaila grimaced.



The brunette climbed Nekajo like a scratching post, wrapping her arms and legs around him as she let him enter her. Her pussy stretched, and she gasped in pain. She tried to go slowly, but Nekajo grabbed her and started slamming.



“AAH!!” Kaila shrieked, struggling as Nekajo fucked her. He bit her shoulder until it bled, enjoying her screams. He came inside her, then tossed her on the bed.



Kaila gasped, gingerly moving her legs to see if her pussy was bleeding.



Nekajo’s eyes glowed. Kaila’s body started to ache with lust.



“Your ass now,” Nekajo commanded.



“Ohh yes,” Kaila squealed, forgetting all about the pain in her body. She got on all fours at the edge of the bed. “I want you in me! Ohhhhh...” She moaned, touching her clit with her fingers.



Nekajo shoved his cock into the elf girl’s ass. She howled, loving the pain. Nekajo felt her tight ring squeeze him, and thrusted harder.