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Things have changed.

The world is no longer the same. Why? Well, the "why" won't make much sense unless you know the "how."

They did it. They didn't care. Or...maybe they did. Maybe...

It all began in the 4th Age, during the war of north. The south and the east raged against the north and the west. It began with an old shaman, who refused to bow to the desert path. Cloaked in runic armor that was cloaked with the blessings from the magics of his ancestors, he refused to kneel to those who raged against him, calling him "evil."

But he wasn't evil. He was not willing to abandon his ancestral path for the new way. They LIKED something, and because he said "Nah, that's okay. I'll stay as is.", they labeled him "evil."

Funny thing about words. Did you know that the color white is associated with death, lack of heat or passion or energy, and dryness? To hear the shamans say "And the white light..." meaning deathly ray of hell and despair. Interesting. And red can only mean joy and passion. "She turned red with emotion..." meaning she was filled with passion, love and joy.

Words.

So funny. Call a theologian a "witch doctor", or call a grown man a "son", and oh how one's concepts doth spin.

Funny.

Words are funny. Labels... but you're not here to hear me ramble. Nooo... so, where was I? Oh yes... so that patriotic shaman, or as they called him... "dark lord". Heh. He sought preservation and respect, and dared stand against them. So, he became a dark lord.

Words.

Words are funny.

Long story short, things got bad. Very bad. At first, he called forth the trolls. You know, trolls? Those big, furry fellows who look like gorillas with ox tails, a head like a wicked witch, boar tusks, and elf ears? Always so quick witted. Call them intellectual and canny. Astute, and not easily fooled. Or call them conniving and slick. Well, those fellows took up arms with the shaman. As did the brownies, or sidhe. You know, those faery's with their wood colored skin and high pointed ears who climb trees, or enjoy living in a human's house if they can do the mending, cleaning and those little tedious things they love to do. You know them, yes? No? Okay, let's try the other name for them. Goblins. Hahaha! Ahhh, I see you recognize THAT. Shocking, yes? Goblins are not evil, and they are faeries, did you know? But the thing about goblins, they are rather passionate. And if they feel something is the right thing to do, they will die to get it done. Cowardly? Vicious? Cowardly, definitely not. Tactical? Oh yes, retreat if one is losing, to rethink and strike again for the sake victory? I'd call that superior, not cowardly. So, indeed, the shaman was joined by the trolls and the brownies. Yes. And the sons of Fenrir, giant wolves that began to go extinct. Yes, the world had changed. The great furry elephants were gone. And the tribes of the earth, the pale-skinned blonde blue eyed ancients, the natives of the north and the west, they were always so...how should I put it...only-humans inclined. Oddly enough, they joined with the south. Well, they always did. Considering their children came out tall and round headed, like their dusky skinned mothers, but carried the pale skin and yellow hair of their cave dwelling fathers. They always stood with their own before the non-human, they did.

And twas mankind against the shaman, and his friends of non-men. It was. Yes.

But the men? They do what men always do. They twist words to pull more to their side. Always twisting. Those words. They do. And they went to the alfs. What's the matter? You don't know what alfs are? But of course you do! Elfs. Or as they tuttering man once said erroredly, "elves".

And twas 2 vs 3. The ancestors of the north, call them neanderthal, or call them dwarf, what difference does it make? And the men of the south. And the alfs. And they struck against their fellow man, the shaman, and his fellows who were men of the north and men of the south who wished to conserve their own old ways. "Respecting the ancestors" or "Evil." Call it what you will. So, the shaman called 'pon the giants. Ogres some call them. Huge, horribly/amazingly strong and proud fellows of 8 to 20 feet tall, and able to throw a boulder for hundreds of feet. They look like the dwarfs, just...MUCH bigger. And they stick to their own concepts of "making it on your own = strong". Call it selfish. Call it stupid.

Words.

Words are funny.

3 versus 3. The men and their alf allies won the day. But that was not the end. No.

Then came the wyrms and the drakes. Flying through the air, spitting that burning poison that made one feel he was on fire. Call it breathing fire. Call it spitting venom. Call it what one will. And then came the giant eagles. Killers and scavengers of unfathomable size. And it only grew worse. From the land of iron came the iNtulo, lizard men unequaled in military ability by any non-human force. Call them Zulu lizard men. Call them dinosaur soldiers. Call them what you will. They stood for the shaman, as usual. And the men called forth their own cursed brethren, the wampyr. Those unfortunate souls blessed to be given a second chance to "do life all over again". Or call them cursed because they have to drink blood. Call them what you will. From the East came the fanged and horned non-humans who stood to help keep peace and punish the evil. Or call them brutish demons. Oni, they called them. They stood against man, but then again, for the shaman stood skin changers from across the ocean. Shamans who could change form to almost any beast. And everything just got worse. And worse.

Till THAT day. Call it cursed. Call it blessed. But none can deny it was...changing.

The head chieftess of the alfs, and all her ilk, all those with the power. They united together to create that tidal wave of magic that ripped across the planet like a tidal wave.

And when all left alive awoke, everything was different.

Only few males of humanity still lived. All males of the non-humans were dead and turned to dust. Effectively ending the war in it's tracks.

And the alfs, or elfs if you will, continued to live. And now here we are today...

Heh, but that's just ONE of the purported "histories" of our world. Just one. The other says mankind lived a life where things like automatic carriages, and tiny pieces of plastic called "phones" existed. Until the elfs showed up proving to be real. And as all females, who came to the conclusion all males and all humans in general "had to go", they used a mix of magic, technology, and biology to change the world where only females exist. And all mankind is a dwindling group, where only 5% of that tiny drop is male. And ever dropping due to elfish powers.

Pick and choose. Whichever gets your peach wetter. Because I do not know. Some say there was once a hero named Lisa Concade. But who knows if even that is true. Maybe one day, traveler, those as brave and intrepid as you will find out. Maybe. Maybe one day.

No, no... I'm all out of tales for now. Leave me b-....wellll, if you're going to keep the drink coming and the food as well, I think I can keep on talking... I doubt you wish to hear the fables about- What? Ohh...well, alright... here's a story I remember about a bright lad from across the sands...

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Adin had been traveling for days. He was hungry, thirsty, and tired. The dry, lush land had become cool, damp and overly green. A cold jungle. A green hell.

He was in the northern forests. How any person could live choked in all this damp, cold, thick jungle was beyond him. Well, the native northerners, he guessed. He always tried to love and respect everyone, period. He came from a small town of people far to the plains and grasslands of the south. Now he headed north. He has brown skin, thick lips, and his thick curly black hair is in a simple short cut. Around his wrists hung cowry shells. He wore a simple red turban, white pants, curl-toed shoes, and a thick cloak for warmth.

He walked and walked before coming a bridge. Sort of. A fallen tree crossing a deep stream. Or a small river. She ambly crossed it before hopping onto the soft green grass on the other side.

"Where do you think you are going, little human?" snarked a confident female voice. Adin spun around, looking for who spoke. He turned to find himself just feet from a massive woman. She must have easily been 7 feet tall, and built like a hourglass, except bigger around the thighs and butt than the already titanic bust. Her bright green eyes stared down at him beneath golden red eyebrows. Her long reddish-orange hair was thick, silky and hung down to her calf muscles. She wore little more than a green tunic, and armor with a leaf-like shape. Oh, and the ears. The high, pointed ears of the elfs.

She smiled down with a cock grin, hands on her plump hips. He eyed the golden razor-sharp sword in her belt. He didn't want to be on the other end of that.

"My apologies, I am from afar. I was just crossing the bridge."

"Yes, you hath done that. BUT you crossed into elfen land."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to trespass."

"And yet you did."

"What d'you want me to do?" the scrawny Arab boy muttered.

"You need to pay the toll."

"Yes, but of course, my apologies!"

Adin rumbled around in his money bag, pulling up some shekels of silver. She opened her hand, gently weighing the coins when he plopped them all in her palm.

"More."

"Huh?"

"This is not enough. More."

"But I barely ha-"

"More."

Adin sighed, pulling out more and plopping them in her hand.

"More."

This continued until her entire palm was holding almost every coin in his bag. He barely had enough to buy food.

"More."

"This is all I have!"

"Well... if you can't pay with coin. Then you'll have to pay another way."

"H...h-how?"

She joyfully dumped her coins into her own bag, drawing it up tightly and securing it. She then swept her cloak aside, revealing a mini-skirt underneath. She lifted the skirt to reveal a massive, throbbing white cock. At least 17 inches long. The balls were each big as one of Adin's fists. And her mound was covered in blonde pubes. Her cock pointed straight out and at him. The bright pink head was wet and dripping. Adin never saw a cock that huge in all his life.

"Nooo...."

"You can either pay with your body..." she smiled, pointing at her wicked-looking blade, "or pay with your life. What will it be?"

"What if I just turn around and leave?"

"Now, I shall tell you like this here. I like thee. And I want thee. Yay, we can do this the way that is easy... or the one which is hard. The choice be thine..."

She stood in front of the log, blocking his path. She began to walk towards him, pressing him upside a tree. She looked down into his nervous brown face and licked her thick pink lips.

"Okay, I'll pay."

"Of course you will." she kissed him deep in his mouth, grabbing his wrist and moving his hand to touch her gigantic cock. He felt it throb and pulse under his touch. Almost impossibly hard and thick. She pulled off his turban, revealing the small black afro on his head.

"Y-you want me to...."

"Oh, yeah."

"...suck it?"

"I'm getting that ass, little sissy."

"HUH?! My ASS?!"

"Yush."

"But....but I'm a virgin."

"Not after today..."

Adin felt a strange arousal. Part of him didn't want to be taken, and sodomized. Especially by a huge elf woman shoving her huge white cock up his small brown ass and busting off her nuts. But... in another side, he felt a odd excitement. At being taken and made a elf's bitch.

"Take it off for me, sissy." she licked her lips, undressing herself completely. Adin hardly thought before he dropped his cloak. But when he tried to pick it back up, she threw it in the other direction, as well as his pants.

No! Honor! Respect! He must hold onto his manhood.

Despite all his struggling, it was easy to press him onto the grass into a head-down, ass-up position. The hot, smooth, tree trunk sized thighs were like pillars on either side of his tiny legs. He could feel the huge throbbing dick resting on his back, between his buttocks, back muscles, and shoulder blades; the head poured hot clear and syrupy pre-cum down his shoulders and onto the back of his neck, becoming a cloudy colored waterfall of seed from his shoulders to his collar-bone.

Then he felt it.

The cock began sliding backwards, her body weight increasing against him. The huge muscles in her stomach and thighs flex, as her hand presses his head down into the bed to muffle his loudest cries, and that golden waterfall of silky hair rolling down the side of her back onto the bed.

She was mounting him. The elf is ready to breed him.

He felt that throbbing, soaking cock head slip with a sllmmlsssllpp- plop between his butt cheeks and elbow itself against his anus like a steel-hard bully. This monster was holding him down, he didnt want to lose his virginity like this! The cock was horrifying to him, it was like being held down and someone getting ready to shove two whole baseball bats inside of you. Pain, wounds, humiliation, emasculated, and the horrifying unknown awaited him. His mind roared with horror and white screaming fear. His body began to furiously shiver and shake with raw adrenaline. He used all his power to shove up, and back, to push her off.

It was like a squirrel bouncing with all his might backwards against a relaxed stallion. All he managed to do was make her huge breasts jiggle and intense her lust. She giggled.

And with his resistance, he felt her muscles on top of him tense, flex, and move. His ass immediately exploded in pain and his body in confusion. There was a fist-sized mushroom head inside his pucker. The bottom flare of the mushroom bell function like a water-tight cork inside him. It then dawned on him that nobody was looking for him. Or would be. The 2 of them were the only ones here. Nobody to stop her.

There was no salvation.

No help.

No escape.

Nothing to stop this 8 foot tall elf giantess from mounting him. There was nothing left to do, but cry and prepare himself.

"It's just the head. Relax, relax, and go limp." she cooed. As if that was supposed to be comforting in any fucking way!

"Ready? Here we go."

The world for him, already just black and green colors, due to his face being pressed down into the grass, suddenly exploded into a tornado of colors. Electric jolts of white pain exploded from his entire loins, up his stomach, and down along the inside of his thighs. He screamed his lungs out into the grass.

Nobody heard it. Except for her and him.

Her huge testes dripped with pheromone filled sweat, her ab muscles flexed in and out on his back. Her sweat was dripping onto the bed his face was pressed into. He breathed deep, and his loins burned with desire, in spite of his body's wracking with fight and flight.

In the midst of the mounting, she reached into a bag on the ground and shoved a handful of wet, slimy berries into his mouth. They tasted bitter, strong and gave him cotton mouth.

Suddenly, his heart took deep frenzied pumps, and he almost instinctively flexed his back up and out to give her deeper access. He never felt a instinct to open up and submit so strong, to crave pregnancy. He shook himself out of the hormone fueled daze and tried to think.

But at that moment, her huge nuts swelled even bigger and were pulled upwards towards her body, squeezing a handful of precum into his torn, quivering insides. All of a sudden, his face drowned in a wave of numbness. He went almost limp, and relax. He breathed deep, and the instinct to give himself to her had no rational to stop it. He weakly flexed his ass upward, chest flat on the bed, trying as best he could to open his guts for her seed to be planted deeper. And her downward flexing ass muscles replied her approval.

Loud, long gasps and deep guttural groans escaped into the soft soil. He was loud, but more out of the blonde's invader tanking it's way insinde his inner sanctum shoved the breath out of his lungs. She wrapped her huge hands around his waist, and kept slowly pressing deeper. The pain was unreal, but his body wasn't spasming or jolting anymore. His adrenaline seemed to just flow out with the tide of her precum. Her potent seed was stronger than any man's.

She was going slow, and nice, but her instincts were screaming in her head. Nobody was here to stop her. And then words spun in her head: "** Elf **** are superior. Our needs come before theirs."**

The closest she ever got to full insertion was pushing in between her mattresses. He'd be alright, right?

Whatever. Just a human. A MALE human.

So she sat upward, and began to turn him over on his back, the slippery shaft had lines of precum and blood oozing down it. Turning him like this, still so deeply embedded wasn't good for him. But it was just the head and 2 or 3 inches of the shaft anyway.

"I'm going all the way, sweety. My cum should make it okay for you. You will be okay, isn't the human body amazing?"

He was so full of the odd plant's high that he just nodded like a drunk and hugged her tight, while she wrapped her own huge arms around his body and angled her gigantic ass between his tiny legs. Her back was arched tight, her long golden hair spilling down the side. His body and common sense were screaming, but the haze in his head drove his body. The combination of her potency, plus his tiny weak frame equaled a cum overdose.

"Ready? On 3. One..." she said sweetly, like a gentle nurse getting ready to give a frightened child a shot.

"Two...". He hugged her tight and arched his back, relaxing his bruised muscles around just the head and 3 inches of her cock. Part of him had difficulty obeying, but the rational part breaking it's way into his brain was given up. Like a sheep torn apart by a bear. Just lay still, give up, let it happen. There is no __escape_ but end it quicker._ Her pheromone filled sweat was making his balls burn, he was throbbing hard, and her cum coursing thru his veins made him just want to go limp.

"Three..." she said gently. Slow and steady she began to move, and tighten her grip to hold him down and in place. Adin began to cry hard, sobbing deep in her neck. In a weird feeling high, he was alright with being a sacrifice to whatever was about to happen. Even what was left of his normal mind jerked against the drug's influence, but it was too late anyway. Just...just try to _ survive _.

The breath shot out of his lungs, his eyes bulge and his mouth gapes open.

The huge rod of veiny flesh slowly begins to enter him non-stop. Her long, gold, silky hair cover his face. Her strong, salty-sweet sweat coated his face, and a juice-cup amount of slimy precum roils upwards into his intestines. Her giant ass squeezes and wouldn't stop pressing downwards. She maintained a gentle, relaxed expression as the tiny head next to hers shook back and forth violently, gasping like a shotgun for breath. This cock was so big that it was forcing the breath out of him. Then instinct took over. The tiny legs with curl-toed shoes still on them began to kick wildly. A loud "g __u_ ah_" type sound began to ring from his mouth, his tiny fists slamming against the giantesses shoulder blades. Her expression never changes, remaining in a satisfied smile. The fist-sized cockhead continues bulldozing a path., like a slow train that won't stop forcing itself into a too-small tunnel.

"I'm not fully in yet. __B_ e tough, like a real man. Be a man." The whole time she said this, her expression stayed kind and caring, even though she knew she was destroying him. He responded with a loud "_Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnhhh HUH HIUGHHHH STTTAAUUUUUH......uughh."

The cock continued it's journey anyway, without stopping for concern. The ass descends down and inwards. Dribblets of blood stain her shaft. Her balls are pulsing now, and she is ready to breed. His welfare didn't matter, even though she pretended it did just to get him to open his legs more.

Every time a shrill, struggling gasp of breath and cough escaped his pain-filled face, she would coo "Awww, I know, honey. I know." The cock drove inside his intestines like a slow drill crushing it's way through plant roots and soil, shoving aside whatever stood in it's way. Tears stream down his face as reality begins to set in through the haze...

She was killing him.

His stomach was swelling up big from whatever damage she was doing inside of him. He knew at this point, he'd never be right again. If she shoved all of it in him, she may burst his intestines, if they weren't already damaged under her unstoppable cock. It was hard to speak, it was hard to move, and he could barely move her fingers, let alone shove her off. The horror was real now. If he didn't stop her now, he may die under her breasts while being filled like a waterballoon with cum.

Loud sobs and groans cry from Adin. It was all he thought to do. Anything just to get her attention, maybe her mercy.

She stopped, and held him tighter, making sure to keep him in place. His movement and expressions look like he's having a seizure. His legs and arms spasm in a strange fashion, his mouth gapes in a gasping expression, his eyes bulge out, his now swollen stomach heaving rapidly like a hyper machine. His buttocks and back were shivering wildly. Tears streamed down his face from the pain, the instincts were too strong for the cum to stop his brain now. Between gasps "PLLEEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH......HHHUUUUUHHH....STTAAAAWWWHHHH.....HHEEEEELLLPPP MMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

She smiled, kissed his cheek, and held him super tight. Thick rivets of giant muscle flexed in her back, her rippling thighs flexed on either side of his soaking wet buttcheeks.

The cock stays planted where it is. Her pulsing cockhead keeps flooding his insides with precious precum.

"Poor baby." she kisses in a encouraging tone. All the rest of her cock's inches wanted to be deep inside.

"Just_ relax, loosen up._"

He struggles weakly and in extreme pain to loosen up, relax his anus, and arch his back for her.

"Wow, I knew you were a __real man_ , big guy. Good boy, I'm so proud of you._" she cheered quietly in his ear. Through his body shivering in pain, he let off a huge smile.

The giant ass plummeted down like a giant hammer, the huge arms held him tight in place, and beautiful smell of her feminine long hair filled his lungs when he gasped. The giant balls swing. The air fills with gasping cries, feminine grunts, and a sound like shoving a pipe into bucket of steaks. On the second pump, she used all her strength. For her, it felt amazing, she almost busted her nuts on that stroke, but she felt a "pop" underneath her, and a sound like snapping a pencil. The spasming legs instantly stopped now, and the screaming was replaced with desperate, labored gasps. She didn't know what she broke, but pushing deep, penetrating him felt alot easier and more pleasurable now. Maybe his pelvis? She didn't know. She stopped thinking about it and continued her goal of being all the way in.

Her balls were shivering and full, her cock was throbbing heavy, she wasn't all the way inside yet. She had to hold off busting her load until she was balls deep. The third long deep pump, twice as hard as the last, made her goal. Her giant balls pressed against his limp ass cheeks. The arms spasmed on her back now, the legs limp. His stomach was HUGE and swollen now, and he laid limp underneath her gasping for breath, quivering.

She was completely inside him now, and she couldn't hold off any longer! She arched her back, and threw her head upwards and back. Her long golden hair flipped up from the side of the bed onto her back. She kissed his forehead and whispered in his ear, "When I cum in you, my unique sperm will begin to transform you into another gender..."

Her face blushed bright red and dripped with sweat as she was getting ready to release her load.

"Whuh-whuh-whuh yu mean?" Adin slurred through trying not to gasp for her.

"My cum will start transforming you into being able to have elf children. You...unFF...with each cum inside you, you will transform more and more. Until you're a beautiful girl, who is more fertile...unfff...than a normal woman, and can spend your life doing nothing but carrying elf babies... Won't that be fun?"

"NO! NOOO!"

"UHHHHYYESSSS....WHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!"

She screamed, shaking the walls, and her ass began to pump rapidly. The balls squeezed upwards and dropped down, squeezed and stopped, squeezed and stopped, shrinking a little each time. The massive vas deferens tube beneath her cock pulsed with quarts of hot cum. Over a gallon of semen filled his jumbled innards. She wouldn't stop spasming and screaming out high pitch groans.

Adin's small torso felt warm and full of water. Even though he couldn't feel his hips or legs anymore, he was still sailing through the odd plant's drug. He just laid under her, bouncing down into the soggy sweat coated grass like a limp doll, just watching the elf goddess flex and spasm in a pleasure he could only imagine. He was happy she was enjoying herself. Even if it meant she tore up his insides. His entire pelvis laid limp now, no matter how much he tried to move it. He couldn't feel his own cock anymore. Legs either. Ever since he heard that loud POP.

She collapsed on top of him, her cock still firmly locked inside. The site of the tiny, wet buttocks with the cock thick as a paint can, forced between them, is a shocking picture. She twisted her face in discomfort and let out tiny groans as she tried to slip her oversensitive, softening cock out. When she looked down, she saw his face in a blank, confused expression heaving for air. He couldn't feel a lot anymore. His stomach bulged huge, from the torn up organs in his abdomen and the gallons of thick protein marinading his intestines. When the loose, baseball sized head slipped free with a loud 'pop!', a steady, thick stream of seed flowed out like a gallon jug turned on it's side. But the flood was like mix of clear syrup, pear puree, and milky yogurt.

She lifted herself off of him, sighing with relief and satisfaction. As she rose up on her knees, she told him to get up. Still incredibly high from whatever she gave him, poor Adin tried extremely slow and weakly. But his legs won't respond.

"Welp, now I know what that pop was. Guess I broke __your_ back._" she said as if it was as big a deal as just dropping a grape. He wasn't going anywhere. She wrapped him up in his cloak like a bag of wet, dirty laundry, and held it by the top like a garbage bag. Syrupy streams of her cum poured out the bottom of the "bag". She slung it over her shoulder, sending long ropes of her sperm to splatter and fly everywhere, and then drip and spill down her naked back and across her huge plump ass. She picked her things, and whistled nonchalantly as she began to walk off to her home with her prize.