4. The Mountain
Tascha leaned forward on the table, "So, you had what I believe is called a reverse gangbang."
"Yeah, but I've always thought that was an inadequate term," Don said.
"And the girls?"
"Well, Stephanie had a regular old gangbang with eight of the guys, and Nicole had an orgy with the remaining four guys and four girls."
"Nice!"
Don smiled and nodded, "That was definitely the verdict."
"I'm a bit surprised the queen and her consort didn't join in."
"Well, we got around to them, or they got around to us the next night," Don smiled. "We wound up spending the next day resting and playing a bit now and then, but then nothing too strenuous, and then after the evening 'meal,' the queen summoned us to her chambers. It was a very nice night. 'Not as much work as the night before, but very nice."
Don leaned forward so his face was close to Tascha's. For a moment she thought he was going to kiss her, and she really hoped he would, even though that kiss would probably lead to them rushing into the restaurant's bathroom... and that would be against her own rules for this meeting. Instead, though, he said quietly to make sure no one could hear him, "You know the expression 'honey pot'? Well, Queen Daphiel's pussy actually tastes like honey."
Tascha smiled, still thinking about kissing him, "You lucky bastard."
Don grinned and shrugged, sitting back a bit, "I can't deny that."
"But you did eventually get to the mountain, I take it."
"We did," nodded Don, "but maybe we should order dessert."
"Good idea! Maybe something with honey."
***
After they left the sylvan city of the elves, Lyrandiel led them through the valley toward the Crimson Mountain. The journey took several days, over the course of which she warmed to their "crude humanity." She took to Nicole first, probably because she was easily the most elf-like in appearance, a point which Don was now unable to forget. But it wasn't long after deigning to let Nicole lick her to a quivering series of orgasms that she was on her hands and knees in the leaves taking Don's hard cock in the ass. She seemed genuinely sorry to part from them when they got to the foot of the Stairway.
"I'm afraid I must leave thee here," she frowned.
The Stairway—and the way Lyrandiel said it strongly suggested the capitalization—was a broad series of steps carved into the mountainside as it rose up from the valley. There at the foot was a large fountain with a decidedly phallic sculpture in the center spewing an eternal orgasm of clean, cool water into the air.
"Join us for a bath at least," Nicole said, tugging Lyrandiel's arm in the direction of the fountain.
They all quickly got naked and were soon rinsing themselves off in the invigorating water, which of course also had the effect of making them all super horny. Frisky hands and playful mouths met hard nipples, toned asses, eager pussies, and one very hard cock. After a bit, Lyrandiel was sitting on the edge of the fountain with her strong legs parted so Nicole could kneel between them in the water to lick and suck at her sweet elven pussy and clit, and Stephanie was also kneeling in the water as she sucked and licked at Don's raging erection.
Leyandriel was the first to come, holding Nicole's head to her as she cried out in the open air.
Stephanie pulled off Don's phallus and gave him a grin, "You ready to cum in elven pussy one last time, Professor?"
Laughing, Don said, "You've definitely made me ready."
Stephanie got up and asked Nicole if she could do that again. Leyandriel splashed over to Don, who took her in his arms and gave her a long, passionate kiss. As Stephanie sat on the bench and Nicole began licking her, Leyandriel turned away from Don and bent down to take hold of the side of the fountain. Don caressed her strong butt and pushed his shaft down until it was pushing between her silky labia. He held onto her slender hips as he pushed his cock slowly into her tight, hot pussy.
Don drew back almost all the way out of Leyandriel, and then drove himself back in. He did this a dozen times, each time driving into her with more speed and force. Each time, she whimpered with lust and delight. Then Don began to fuck her faster, with shorter strokes, and his hands moved to her waist to pull her back on him. He felt her fingers playing with her clit, and soon she was gasping and crying out again as her pussy squeezed and pulled on his prick.
As Leyandriel shuddered and came down, Stephanie was groaning and shaking under Nicole's ministrations.
The whole party moved out onto the lawn around the fountain, and soon Leyandriel was on her hands and knees with Don again fucking her from behind, and Nicole lying on her back so the elf could take a turn licking the black girl to one last orgasm. After watching for a moment, Stephanie decided Nicole's very talented mouth shouldn't be unoccupied, and she moved to straddle the girl's face, which was still wet from Stephanie's and Leyandriel's earlier orgasms.
Don went right back to fucking into Leyandriel with gusto, thinking it was high time that he did as Stephanie had suggested and cum in this elven pussy. He shoved into her hard and deep, balls slapping her clit, and pushing her into Nicole with each thrust. Stephanie smiled at him as she pushed herself down on Nicole's mouth and tongue. She was squeezing her tits in her hands, and then twisting her nipples, and Don found himself wishing those beautiful breasts were close enough that he could get his mouth on them. Soon, Don felt himself swelling even more and then he was shoving deep into Leyandriel to flood her pussy and womb with his seed. As he was pumping into the elven beauty, she was making Nicole come in a trembling, moaning arc between her and Stephanie.
"Oh! Switch places with me, Ley!" Stephanie exclaimed.
Laughing, Leyandriel moved up over Nicole and knelt over her face, letting Don's cum run out of her and into Nicole's mouth. Nicole held on to Leyandriel's ass in her hands as she happily licked the cum out of her and then set about giving the elven lass one more orgasm. In the meantime, Stephanie had gone back to the beginning and knelt on the grass in front of Don to lick and suck him clean.
An hour later, when they were closer to worn out, they all returned to the fountain for another round of bathing, but this time managed to just do that and then bid Leyandriel farewell. Then, after filling their water bottles, Don, Nicole, and Stephanie began the long climb out of the valley.
With occasional breaks, including camping at night, it took three days. For most of the climb there was a spectacular view behind or to the side, though there was one long stretch when the stairway wound through a deep, narrow crack that would have proved decidedly treacherous if a serious rain had come along. Don thought the entire course was surprisingly short on anything that seemed like it was deliberately intended for some kind of sexual distraction. From the phallic fountain to the top of the stairs there was nothing that suggested breasts, vaginas, butts, or penises. There wasn't even a convenient bower of soft grass and flowers. Hell, there weren't even benches along the way. It was as if the long climb was actually intended to be an obstacle to be overcome.
Naturally, this didn't keep the three of them from having sex along the way, but there was a bit less than there might have been otherwise, and sometimes it involved some less than comfortable settings. Each of them came to the top of the passage with bruises and scrapes won in the throes of passion. These things seemed unimportant, though, as they came off the stairs and onto the great porch in front of what was obviously the Hall of the Crimson Mountain King.
A vast flat stone clearing spread out before them, lined on the outer edges by columns on top of which were statues of naked men and women. They were sculpted with a skill rivaling the great Hellenistic and Renaissance masters, but with a decidedly more sexual intention. Don wondered if Michelangelo had considered equipping David with an impressive and fully erect schlong, or if any Greek would have dared carve an Athena with such an ample, bare bosom, or even Aphrodite atop a column bent over displaying her inviting backside and vulva for admiration.
At the opposite end of this expansive porch was the front of a gargantuan building that seemed the bastard offspring of a castle, a palace, and a cathedral, carved out of a decidedly red stone. The architect apparently couldn't decide if they were making something to defend, to impress, or to invite worship. Clearly, if the latter were the point, this temple was to a god or goddess of carnal delights. Bas relief carvings, of titanic scale, depicted an orgy of stone figures, as if the sculptures on the columns outside melded with the walls in a sexual extravaganza. Higher up, there were stained glass windows that echoed the orgiastic theme. The great open portal in the center of the structure was clearly intended to remind the onlooker of a vagina.
"Well, that's not subtle at all," Nicole observed.
"I get the impression this is the place," Stephanie said as she led the way across the open expanse. Don and Nicole nodded and followed Stephanie's taut behind.
The great gate loomed even larger than expected, and Don found himself saying, "This is the first time I've ever felt truly intimidated by a vagina."
"That makes me think you haven't really appreciated them before, Professor," smirked Nicole.
Don frowned thoughtfully and said, "You know, that's totally fair."
The cavernous opening funneled down into a more reasonable size and they passed into a hall that was decidedly more cathedral than fortress. Light from the stained-glass windows high above lit the space with various colors, but the deep reddish hue of the stonework and the scarlet carpet under their feet kept "crimson" at the forefront of the color scheme. A row of smaller, but no less sexual, caryatid columns marched along on either side of the hall, leading them to a large fountain where a dozen red-robed figures awaited them. Silently, these indicated that the party should proceed off to the side where an extremely large locker room (though "locker cavern" would be more accurate) awaited their use. Gestures showed that they were expected to undress, putting their clothing and gear, such as it was, into lockers, and then proceed to a shower room to wash off the dust of their travels.
The fact that there seemed to be no one else about but the robed figures was a bit unsettling. Everything was on a scale that would have accommodated a very large crowd, but it seemed as if Don, Nicole, and Stephanie were the only non-robed people in it. This didn't stop them from getting a bit frisky in the shower, where the XYZ-water reminded them to be horny. However, one of the robed ones stopped them, waving a stern finger to show that they were supposed to refrain.
"Very odd," Stephanie thought aloud.
