Our Lust is Legion

By Parker Paige

Many hands, many bodies, many loves. All together. Find inside three tales of lustful gatherings of a strange and wonderful nature. Each is filled to the brim with salacious carnal action and more stimulating than the one before. Find enclosed the following stories:

Used by the Dark Elves - A voluptuous and nubile woman seeks reward in the dark world of the libidinous elves who work beneath the earth.
Her Public Debut - The Anonymous Society only take the very best and when one young applicant's first appearance comes, things get out of a hand.
The Court of the Winter King - A curious young woman finds a hot new place among the cold heart of winter.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dapper Rat Publishing
• Release date: Jul 18, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310936173

Parker Paige

Generally a very bad girl.

Book preview

Used By The Night Elves

The first sight of her future met Maggie within a dozen yards of the long dark of the dark elf cavern complex. Two workers, burly men with thick muscled bodies, had a human woman held between them. One was using her mouth, slamming his cock home with a furious force, while the other thrust over and over into her from behind.

Their carnal display blocked the way through and Maggie and the others were forced to wait, watching this scene to its completion. When the dark elf men finished, they rose from their task, wiped their genitals with rags, and walked off together, the tone of their conversation amiable and casual. The woman looked up at the waiting people and pushed herself to her knees, moving aside so they could pass, bowing deeply to the dark elf leading them.

Maggie could not help but stare at the woman as they passed. Her hair was long and had been plaited recently, but now had been half pulled free of its bindings. Her pale skin was smeared in places with hand prints and swathes of dirt where she had been pressed against stone walls and floor. Her back heaved with each breath and as they neared, Maggie could see thick white seed dripping from her chin and between her legs. She watched the kneeling woman until their group passed around a corner and out of view. It was only at the very last second that she saw the tiny contented smile on the woman's face.

Taking a deep breath, Maggie reminded herself that this was her own choice. She had sought out this place, had come a long way to be here. It would be worth it. It was a term of service, something to be endured as best she could so that she may have the prize it rewarded.

Their handler, a native of this cavern, brought them to a chamber mostly filled with wooden crates. She halted their progress and turned toward them. Tall for a dark elf, the top of her head was as high as Maggie's eyebrows. She had the thick powerful frame and long pointed ears characteristic of her race. Lowering her dark eyebrows, she spoke, her words thickly accented.

You have all come here for the same purpose: to please. As foreigners, that is all you are good for. The rules are simple: you are never to refuse, never to deny. You will serve our men at every opportunity you are called upon, any hour, any place. Should your desire to please wear out, you mat leave, but if you term of service is not complete you will receive nothing. Finish you term though...

In demonstration, she levered open a nearby crate with her bare foot. From within shown the yellow gleam of gold coins, filling the box to the rim. Her gaze moved from face to face among the group, sizing them up, judging them. Maggie glanced to follow. They were a varied bunch: humans of different sizes and colors, a couple of wood elves, halflings, women, and men. The dark elves did not appear to be picky about whom they chose for this role, or possibly they were very picky and needed a variety to satisfy.

Then she turned down a doorway and yelled something in her own tongue, completely incomprehensible to Maggie. Whatever she said appeared to summon a couple of dark elf men, who started grabbing crates from the piles, opening them and setting one each before the feet of the foreigners.

Put your belonging in these. When you leave, they will be returned to you. Everything, she corrected as some of them began emptying pockets, strip!

Maggie undid the buttons of her dress frantically, not wanting to be singled out as a straggler. She stepped out of it and her underthings and hurriedly folded them into the crate in front of her, then remembered to put her shoes underneath. She was in such a rush, that she didn't have time to be embarrassed by her nudity. It was only when she straightened herself and looked around that she remembered that she was so exposed.

She saw the eyes of the dark elf men pass over her and the corners of one of their mouths lift into a small smile. Swallowing nervously, she glanced back at their handler, wondering just how soon their duties would begin. The handler was stomping up to the halfling man, bearing down on him like something out of a nightmare.

I said everything! She barked at the slight man. That means underwear as well. Get that off. She pointed down at the cloth tied around the man's waist.

He scrambled so furiously to undo the knots that he fumbled for a moment. As they all waited, one of the human women rubbed her arms with her hands and shivered.

Ma'am, she spoke up, it's very cold. Will we be given new clothes to wear?

No, the handler spoke sharply without taking her eyes off the little halfling, clothes will only get in the way for you, It is warmer deeper down. You will be glad to not be bundled up when you are down at the mining levels.

When they had finally all stripped and placed their items away, she took a knife and asked each of them their name and