Kara Lofts And The Talismans

 Kara stood on the balcony of her bedroom, staring out into the early morning on a world she didn’t recognise.

For her, chasing her ex-friend and ex-lover Jennifer Raven into some strange, extra dimensional cave then being captured and forced to watch Jennifer conduct a magical ritual at the behest of some otherworldly master and his four female attendants had all happened just yesterday. For everyone else, though -- her father Sir Arthur, her lover Dexter Ward, her friend and Sir Arthur’s maid, Sophie -- it had been eight years ago.

Kara had been gone by her reckoning no more than an hour or so; for the rest of the world, eight years had passed.

She turned at the sound of Sophie stepping out on to the balcony, mugs of fruit flavoured water in her hands, one for each of them -- there was no tea or coffee any more. Kara took her mug and thanked her, the pair of them standing silently for a moment.

“I can’t believe it’s all changed,” Kara said. “Yesterday, everything was normal.”

“Yesterday was a long time ago for us, now,” Sophie said, not unkindly. Kara slipped her arm around the younger girl’s shoulders and pulled her close, kissing the top of her head.

“Thank you for taking care of Dex and my father while I was gone,” she said.

“As if I’d do anything else,” Sophie said, hugging her back.

“What was it like? When it happened?” Kara asked.

“It was all so quick,” Sophie said after a moment. “There was this simultaneous broadcast across TV, the net, everything. It was Miss Raven, telling the world that when they woke up, there’d be some changes and they’d better get ready for it. Of course, no-one knew what to expect but in the space of a day or two -- everything electrical failed. TV, the internet, trains, cars, everything with an electrical component simply didn’t work. Following that, people started disappearing, just vanishing into thin air. One minute they were there, the next they’re gone.

“Then the other things started showing up, things from fantasy books and films: dragons, centaurs, orcs, trolls. You name it, if it had been in a bad Lord of the Rings rip off, it was out there in the real world. People went ape shit, as you can imagine, but then we all started to lose contact with everyone else -- no phones worked or anything else like that -- so we can only guess that what’s happened here with the men has happened all over the world.”

“What about the men?” Kara asked.

“They started ageing quicker and more noticeably, those that were left. Injuries took longer to heal, they became despondent and quit more easily. And their sex drives dried up after the first couple of months.” Sophie looked at Kara sadly. “As you probably discovered last night.”

Kara sighed, her big breasts pushing against her T-shirt as she did. “Yeah. I have to admit I was expecting more than just a cuddle from Dex last night if it’s been eight years since he saw me, but that was all I got.”

“It’s not his fault. There have been rumours since the changeover that Jessica -- Miss Raven, that is -- killed off the men’s libido and aged them while doing the opposite for the girls.”

Kara looked her father’s maid up and down, noting her trim legs, slim waist, flawless features, long hair and, above all, her perfectly firm, round, big tits.

“I have to admit,” she said, “for surviving what must have been a rough eight years, you look fantastic.”

“Thanks, but it’s not just me. Just about every woman I know in the town looks like this.”

“You mean they look like Jessica’s ideal sex partner?” Kara said. “She’s created a world full of big titted horny women and no men to fuck. That must be hell for both sexes.”

Sophie paused, sipping at her drink, before smiling shyly up at her friend and boss.

“Well, it might be hell for the men,” she said. “but us girls have ways and means of getting laid.”

“You mean other girls?” Kara asked with a laugh.

“Not just that,” Sophie said. “There’s no supermarkets or malls to go to and buy food or clothing. Everything’s got to be home grown or home made these days and while I can make what clothing we need from what’s left over in the mansion or the things I managed to find before it all went south, I’m no gardener.”

“So where’s the food come from?” Kara asked.

“There’s a tavern in town -- it’s not really a pub anymore -- where the owner’s willing to barter food and water for sex. I came to an arrangement with him some time ago and he keeps me, Dex and your father supplied with food in return for fucking him once a month.”

Kara hugged and kissed her again. “Thank you for doing that. You’re a true friend,” she said before pausing, frowning as a thought struck her. “You said all the men had lost their sex drives.”

Sophie shrugged. “The tavern owner’s an orc,” she said. “All those fantasy creatures that turned up after the change? They’re all willing fuck the hell out of us horny, big titted women,” she said with a laugh.

“Oh my god,” Kara said in astonishment. “You’ve fucked an orc?” She paused for a second. During the previous few weeks -- from her perspective -- she’d been fucked by a red mist, gangbanged by four magically created creatures, escaped from a prison by fucking a blue skinned troll, and been double fucked by the tentacles of a clear, gel-like blob. She was hardly one to judge or be shocked, she realised.

“You do what you need to,” Sophie said with a shrug. “Plus he’s got a really big cock,” she added with a grin.

“If we can’t get a cure for Dex, I might need to pay him a visit with you,” Kara said. She thought for a moment, the pair of them looking out over the grounds of Lofts Manor to the wild and, for Kara, unknown countryside beyond. “Do you think there’s a way of getting things back to what they were?” she asked eventually.

“You always hear rumours, people who are looking for some way of getting things back to how it used to be, hunting for one magical artefact or another. The trouble with that is the Realms.” At Kara’s puzzled look, Sophie explained. “The whole world’s been cut up into Realms, some a few square miles big, others the size of countries apparently. No-one’s really quite sure, but you definitely need a Talisman to move from one to another.”

“A Talisman?”

Sophie nodded. “Something magical that lets you pass the barriers between Realms. I don’t have one,” she said, stopping her friend’s obvious question, “but I’ve asked around in the past after I hit the barrier between this Realm and the next one. It’s about ten miles north; you get so far and it’s like a shimmering glass wall which you can’t break through, no matter what you do.”

Kara stood and thought, finishing her fruit drink. “So there might be things out there that can change the world back, but we need a Talisman to explore the world before we can find them?”

“That’s pretty much it,” Sophie said then paused. “Wait, are you planning to try and do this?”

“Why not? Unless you want to stay like this, we have to take whatever chance we can.”

Sophie hugged her tightly and kissed her lovingly on the lips, their tongues slipping into each other’s mouths, their huge tits squashing together.

“God I’ve missed you,” Sophie said. “I never had the courage to try and find a Talisman, let alone head out into the world.”

“Oh Sophie, you’ve done all I could ask, looking after Dex and my father. Come with me to that tavern and introduce me to your orc friend; he’s as good a place to start as any.”

† † † † †

The walk to the tavern was through a land that Kara barely recognised. She recognised some of the landmarks she’d grown up around -- a standing stone that had been in the centre of the village green since Roman times was still there and the large oak tree that had been at the head of the park was as impressive as ever -- but so much more had changed or gone entirely. Most of the buildings had gone as if they had never been there; only the centuries old remained and they now looked their age more than ever.

Nature had run wild -- plant life was everywhere and the way into the town -- once a wide, well-travelled road -- was no little more than a dirt track, grass and trees encroaching on to it with almost every step. Animals were everywhere, too, though while rabbits, squirrels and birds ran or flew nervously away from them, other, bigger creatures weren’t so wary. A large, fur covered animal that looked like a cross between a bear and a horse leaned against a tree set back from the road and watched them pass with obvious intelligence in its eyes; a small group of dwarf-like creatures followed them for a while, giggling and running each time Kara or Sophie looked back at them; and, as they approached the large gap in the wooden wall that had been built around the town, Kara saw what was clearly a unicorn watching them, an obvious smile on its face as it slid its tongue out of its mouth and licked its lips.

The townspeople had also changed as Sophie had said. There were a few men around, but all of them looked old before their time and they barely looked at Kara and Sophie as they passed by. Moving around the town alongside them were the things from fantasy novels that Sophie had told her about. Green skinned orcs -- looking like burly men but with slightly pig nosed faces -- and smaller, paler goblins whose heads seemed oversized for their bodies. Tall, waif like Elves with pointed ears and either ivory white or jet black skin. Bearded dwarfs in armour carrying large hammers. Some of the creatures were on horseback -- or at least things that looked like horses -- and most of them carried swords, hammers or some other weapon.

Unlike the men of the town, all of them watched and leered at Sophie and Kara as they walked through the street.

It wasn’t just them that they looked at, though. The women of the town who went about their day received the same attention and it was easy to understand why. Kara didn’t see a single woman who didn’t possess a body that -- in the old world -- most men would have killed to see. All of them, young and old, black and white, redhead, brunette or blonde, all shared the same fantastic figure that Kara and Sophie did. Long legs, a trim waist, each of them with gorgeous looks and long hair and, sitting proud on every chest, a pair of huge, round tits. Whether they were dressed in simple, homemade smocks that were little more than pieces of cloth folded in half and draped over them with a hole for their head, or more elaborate dresses with bodices that pushed their tits up and together forming tempting cleavages, they couldn’t hide their more than ample charms.

“My god,” Kara whispered. “It’s like walking into a porn version of Lord of the Rings.”

“That’s not a million miles from the truth,” Sophie said. “Like you said earlier, Miss Raven has created a world filled with women who look like her ideal sex partner -- you, in essence -- and has given us the cast of a fantasy novel to get it on with.”

They entered the tavern -- a rustic, wooden building with an earthen floor strewn with sawdust, that replaced the modern pub Kara remembered -- and were greeted by a friendly cheer from the bar.

“Miss Sophie!” cried the large, green skinned orc who wore an apron around his trim, muscular belly and, it seemed, little else. “Back so soon, and with a new, lovely friend.”

“Hello Quenton,” Sophie said, taking Kara’s hand and leading her through the already busy tavern toward the bar. Kara jumped as she was openly groped by a pair of orcs as she walked by, shooting them a stern look but judging it wiser to remain silent until she had a better grasp of the situation.

“Who is this lovely lady?” Quenton, the orc barman, said, looking Kara up and down.

“This is Kara, my friend,” Sophie said.

Kara was a little surprised when Quenton reached out and took her hand, holding it up to his thin lips and kissing it.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Kara,” he said. His voice was rough and gravelly, but his eyes were kind and intelligent. Despite the slight piggishness of his nose, he wasn’t a bad looking creature.

“Thank you. Likewise,” she said.

“Quenton, we’ve got a favour to ask,” Sophie said quietly. “Can we go out the back for a minute?”

“Sure,” he said. He turned to a smaller orc stood at the other end of the bar and barked something in his own language. “Come on,” he said to Sophie and Kara and led them through a door to a room behind the main bar area. Several large chairs were dotted around the place and in each of them was a semi- or totally naked busty woman having sex with an orc, a goblin or dwarf. On one large, beaten up old sofa one of the girls was being spit-roasted by a goblin at her head and an orc at her pussy. Moans and grunts of pleasure filled the room.

“I’m not the only one Quenton helps out for a price,” Sophie whispered.

The orc led them through to another, smaller room that clearly acted as his office -- a simple desk with a chair either side. He sat on one, indicating the women to the other. Sophie let Kara sit while she stood behind her.

“So, what can I do for you?” Quenton asked.

“Sophie tells me we need a Talisman to move from one Realm to another,” Kara said simply. “We were hoping you might be able to tell us where we can get one.”

“A Talisman? Shit, they’re not exactly given away,” Quenton growled.

“But you can get one?”

“No, not me,” he said. “I’m just a barkeeper who likes to help out the ladies when I can. Talismans are a whole different level to the shit I get involved in.”

“Damn,” Sophie said. “Any idea who we need to talk to?”

The orc shrugged, his muscular shoulders rolling. “Hrrrrrnnnn -- I guess you need to speak to the Mayor,” he said after some thought.

“Ah, shit,” Sophie said in disappointment.

“What’s wrong with seeing the Mayor?” Kara asked.

“He doesn’t get out much,” the orc said with a laugh, more at his own thoughts than the women’s predicament.

“The Mayor’s been dead for about four years,” Sophie explained. “Doesn’t stop him running the place but it makes negotiating with him a very, very slow process.”

“The Mayor’s a zombie?” Kara asked in surprise.

“He’s a living corpse, apparently,” Sophie said. “I’m not sure what the real, technical difference is, but he doesn’t like the Z word according to his aides.”

“Sure, don’t want to hurt the undead Mayor’s feelings,” Kara said before turning back to Quenton. “Is there any way of getting to see him?”

“Thinking about things, I know someone in the Mayor’s office who owes me a favour,” Quenton said. “I might be able to help you after all.” He stared at their bulging chests. “For a price, of course.”

Sophie smiled and started walking around the desk. “Yeah, I figured you’d want something in return,” she said.

“Ah-ah, Miss Sophie,” he said, holding up a hand. “This favour’s for your friend, Kara. It’s only fair she gets to pay, too.”

Kara wasn’t really surprised at his demand nor, if she was honest with herself, was she unhappy about it.

“My first orc,” she said with a smile, standing up and joining Sophie on Quenton’s side of the desk. They both knelt beside him as Sophie lifted the apron covering his groin, revealing that it was, after all, his only piece of clothing. “Mmm, you were right, Sophie,” Kara said, taking hold of his rapidly stiffening dick. “That is a really big cock.”

Sophie’s hand joined hers and the pair of them stroked his long, thick, green cock, the shiny knob dribbling a pale milky stream of pre-cum which they used to lubricate their double hand-job.

Quenton took hold of their heads and pushed them closer to his cock. Kara and Sophie stuck out their tongues, licking and lapping at his prick, spit adding to the lube on their hands as they continued jerking him off. Their lips met his green pole and they kissed up and down his length, tongues lashing around his girth and meeting now and then. They moved up, sucking at his apple-green knob, kissing around it, swapping it from one to the other as it continued to leak pre-cum.

“Mmmm, you taste good,” Kara said, looking up at the orc, lapping up a thick stream of pre-cum. She turned to Sophie, her tongue out, the pale liquid starting to drip from it. Sophie moved forward quickly and kissed her, the pair of them noisily swapping his fluid between them. She reached down to Kara’s waist and pulled her T-shirt up and over her huge tits, pushing Quenton’s thick cock between them. The orc grunted in pleasure and began moving his hips, sliding his slippery fuck meat up and down between Kara’s firm mounds, watching as she grabbed Sophie’s loose shirt and did the same to her, freeing her big jugs.

“Fucking love big tits,” Quenton growled, filling his hands with Sophie’s huge mounds. Despite the size of his hands, he was unable to capture all of them, her taut flesh spilling out between his fingers.

The two women stopped kissing and again turned to his cock, sliding it out from Kara’s cleavage and easing it into Sophie’s, the orc wrapping her big mounds around his length, helping her tit fuck him. Kara bent over and sucked and slurped at his knob, dribbling spit into Sophie’s cleavage which acted as lube as he fucked her tits.

“Would you like to fuck your first orc, Miss Kara?” Quenton said.

Kara looked up and grinned but before she could say a word, the office door burst open and two huge, grey-skinned hulking trolls rushed in, followed by a smaller goblin, his face disfigured by a large scar that covered most of his right cheek.

“Seize the women!” the goblin squeaked in a high pitched voice.

“What the fuck?” Kara managed before she was grabbed round the waist by one of the trolls and flipped over his shoulder, her head and torso dangling down his back, her legs down his front. Sophie shrieked as the second troll did the same to her.

“Gereck? What the hell’s going on?” Quenton demanded of the goblin. “These women are my guests.”

“These women are wanted by the Mayor,” Gereck the goblin whined. “Be glad you’re not charged with helping known criminals.”

“What are you talking about?” Kara shouted, pounding on the troll’s back. “We’re not criminals!”

“That’s not what the Mayor says,” the goblin cried, heading out the door, the trolls following him, carrying their prisoners with them.

“Quenton! Help us!” Sophie cried.

“I’m sorry, Miss Sophie,” Quenton said from his chair. “I can’t go against the Mayor.” He watched them leave and stroked his still hard dick. “Ten more minutes. That’s all I would have needed,” he said sadly.

† † † † †

Kara and Sophie were unceremoniously carried through the town’s streets to a large stone building near the centre which was full of goblins running here and there, papers in their hands, all of them shrieking in their high pitched voices. The trolls ignored them and followed Gereck, carrying the women into a large reception room before placing them -- with more care than Kara expected -- on to a long sofa, one at each end, before moving back and standing guard at the double doors they’d come through.

As they pulled their shirts down, Kara and Sophie looked around themselves, taking stock of where they were. In front of them was another sofa, identical to the red velvet one they sat on, a large rug made from the skin and fur of some animal between them. Dotted around the room on the otherwise bare wooden floor were statues of animals, some small and recognisable -- a pair of cats in one corner, a pig in another -- some larger and similar to the real world -- a large dog sat on its hind legs next to the sofa opposite them while large bat wings spread out from its back, and on another wall a three headed snake sat coiled -- and two huge ones of things she’d never see -- a winged serpent sliding up the wall, a five horned lizard crouching against another.

A door opened in the wall in front of them, behind the opposite sofa and a tall, skinny man shuffled in. His clothes were a little threadbare and he wore nothing on his feet. His hair was almost gone apart from one or two small clumps at the side, and his face was emaciated to the point of being skeletal. Hi eyes were little more than two pale lumps in deep, dark sockets.

He stumbled over to the sofa and collapsed on to it, staring vacantly at Kara and Sophie.

“You must be the Mayor,” Kara said, uncertain whether to be scared by the apparently dead yet walking creature, or laugh at its pathetic appearance.

“Hhhrrrrrrnnnnnn,” the Mayor said, barely moving its head.

“I think this might be something of a one-sided conversation,” Kara said to Sophie.

“Please state your names,” a deep voice said from nowhere, filling the room. Kara nor Sophie could see anyone other than the Mayor and the two silent trolls standing guard, but someone or something could obvious see them.

“Please state your names,” the same voice said again after a moment.

Kara shrugged, still looking around. “Kara Lofts,” she said.

“Sophie Lane,” Sophie said.

“What was your intent at the tavern?” the voice boomed.

“Why are we here?” Kara said to the room. “That goblin said we were wanted criminals.”

“Answer my question. What was your intent at the tavern?” the voice repeated.

Sophie leaned towards her friend and whispered, “Should we tell it?”

“It doesn’t look like we have much choice,” Kara whispered back. “I was trying to find out how to get a Talisman to travel between Realms,” Kara said to the room.

“What would you do in another Realm?” the voice asked.

Kara stared at the zombie Mayor who didn’t move or register their presence at all. It seemed obvious he wasn’t the one asking the questions.

“I’d look for a cure for my father and my boyfriend, to return their strength and vitality” Kara said, looking around the room. “And for a way to return this world to normal.”

The deep, loud voice laughed. “There is no way to change this world back,” it said. “Although we do allow for some men to regain their youth.”

“How? How do I do that?”

“There are -- items you can find -- artefacts that, when used together, can have the effect you desire.”

“And where do I find these items?” Kara asked.

“They are scattered about the Realms,” the voice said, “but as you’ve already discovered, you need a Talisman to move between Realms.”

“And can you give us a Talisman?”

“Oh yes,” the voice said. “For a price.”

“Of course,” Kara said, looking at Sophie and winking. “And what is the price?”

The voice chuckled, a low rumbling sound. “You must both have sex with the Mayor.”

“No fucking way!” Sophie cried, staring at the undead Mayor. “Orcs and trolls are one thing, but I am not fucking a zombie!”

“Those are the terms,” the voice said with a laugh. “Have sex with the Mayor and you will both be granted a Talisman.”

“We agree,” Kara said suddenly. As Sophie started to complain, she turned and whispered “Trust me,” to her.

“Very well. Please begin.”

Kara stood and walked over to the sofa opposite them but instead of heading to the zombie, she instead went towards the statue of the large dog with bat wings. She knelt in front of it, her head just level with its own as it was so large, and pointed over to the zombie. “That’s not the Mayor,” she said. “You are,”

There was silence for a second or two before the deep, booming voice laughed but this time instead of coming from everywhere, it came from the dog statue.

“Well done, my girl,” the statue said, its eyes glowing a bright red. “How did you know?”

“Every time you spoke, I noticed your right front paw would press down on a panel in the floor. I guess that activated some sort of speaker system?”

“I don’t know what a speaker system is,” the dog statue said, its jaw moving as it spoke, a large and surprisingly pink tongue lolling out, “but it cast the spell that allowed my voice to fill the room.”

“Right, magic not technology,” Kara said almost to herself. “So, I passed your test. If we can have our Talismans, we’ll be on our way.”

The dog statue laughed as it stood up on all fours and stretched its wings out to the sides, relaxing after holding the same position for so long, its eyes sparkling ruby as it looked at her.

“Oh, but the price for the Talismans was not to discover my identity. It was to have sex with the Mayor.” It looked past Kara at Sophie who still sat on the other sofa. “Both of you, remember?”

Kara looked back at Sophie who looked back at her, eyes wide. She’d been so caught up in discovering the dog statue was the Mayor rather than the zombie that she hadn’t given much thought to what would happen if she were right.

“But, you’re a statue,” she said. “Of a dog.”

“Actually I’m a spirit animating the statue of winged hellhound, but don’t worry, all the important parts are working just fine,” the statue said. It tilted its head down and Kara followed its gaze, looking below its large chest. There had been enough dogs in Lofts Manor when she was growing up for her to know the massive cock that hung beneath the hellhound wasn’t a normal dog’s dick -- the stone-grey length twitched and pulsed, clearly more alive than any statue had a right to be. As she watched it flexed, the bulbous head dribbling out a line of clear pre-cum that slowly fell unbroken to the floor.

“Jesus, that’s big,” Sophie said from the other sofa, unable to take her eyes off it.

“I get to have both of you, and you can both have a Talisman,” the hellhound statue said.

“That’s for the Talismans,” Kara said, looking the hound in the eye. “I want something extra for working out you’re the Mayor.”

“Really? And what would that be?” the hound asked, stepping closer, their noses almost touching.

“If Sophie and I are going to be in another Realm, I want you to guarantee, to swear that you’ll arrange for my father and lover to be looked after and that no harm will come to them.”

The hound paused for a moment before grinning. “Agreed,” it said, bending down and running its long tongue gently over Kara’s neck before moving it softly over her ear. Despite herself, Kara moaned in pleasure which made the hellhound chuckle in satisfaction.

“Strip,” it said not ungently before looking over at Sophie. “Both of you,”

Sophie stood up and walked over, joining Kara who got up off her knees. Together they slowly took off their clothes, Kara pushing off her boots and socks before pushing her tight black jeans off, followed by her tiny thong. She grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it over her head, standing naked in front of the hellhound statue as it licked its lips. Sophie took her sandals off then unfastened her skirt, letting it drop to the floor, revealing her lack of underwear. She undid her loose shirt and peeled it off, her big, bare tits sitting high and firm on her chest.

The two women stood naked in front of the living statue and slipped and arm around each other’s waist, their tits touching. They leaned their heads towards each other and kissed, Kara’s scarlet hair sliding over her shoulders, Sophie’s blonde tresses falling down her back. They reached up with their free hands and cupped each other’s tits, gently tugging at their nipples, murmuring and moaning into their mouths.

“Come here,” the hellhound said. “Come and suck me.” It sat on its haunches, spreading its back legs wide, using its wings that rested against the floor to support its weight.

Kara and Sophie knelt in front of it, the maid reaching out and grasping its huge cock, surprised by the warmth and sponginess of it. As she held it up, smearing the almost constant trickle of pre-cum all over its length, Kara leaned over and took as much of the mushroom shaped head into her mouth as she could, the first few inches of its shaft following.

“Hrrhrrrnnnnn -- that’s good,” the hellhound statue moaned, watching as Kara bobbed her head up and down on its cock, Sophie stroking and licking the thick column of grey, fleshy stone. “Ohhhhh, yes -- suck my cock.”

Kara lifted her head off its prick and the two women swapped, Sophie sucking at the head of the statue’s cock while Kara licked and stroked the shaft, dipping lower to suck on the huge balls that sat at the base.

“God, it tastes so good,” Sophie gasped, smacking her lips against the bulbous knob as it spurted yet more pre-cum. She lapped it up and went back to sucking the hellhound’s cock. Kara moved up, the pair of them kissing and tonguing the knob between them, spit and pre-cum smearing over their faces, dribbling down their chins to land on their huge tits.

“Enough,” the hellhound gasped, sitting up, forcing them to move from between its legs. “I must fuck you,” it said.

“I guess there’s really only one position for this,” Kara said. She and Sophie turned around on to all fours, kneeling next to each other, their firm asses touching, looking over their shoulders at the hellhound as it approached them.

It reared up over Kara, its paws grazing her back for a moment before falling either side of her ribs, as its huge cock nudged against her sopping pussy lips. She moaned as she felt it hunch forward, sliding the knob and the first few inches into her cunt, the thick fuck meat inching inside her. Stone statue or not, she could feel its hot breath on her shoulder as it started to slide its massive cock in and out of her cunt.

“Uuugghhhnnnn -- fuck -- fuck that’s big,” she gasped as the hellhound started to move faster, its thick cock spreading her twat to its limits, her own pussy oils and its pre-cum easing the passage. “Oh fuck -- oh bloody hell -- bloody hell that’s good,” she moaned.

“Let me see,” Sophie said, turning round on all fours, pushing her head between Kara’s butt and the hellhound’s leg, watching the statue fuck her friend. She reached out and stroked its balls, running her hand over the few inches of its cock that it couldn’t fit inside her. “That looks so fucking hot,” she whispered. “When do I get my turn?” she asked the hellhound.

It grinned and her and slowed its fucking movements, gently withdrawing its big dick from Kara’s pussy, making her whine in disappointment. Without a word, Sophie turned round again and felt the hellhound clamber over her, its knob butting against her wet cunt before sliding inside.

“Ahhh -- ahhhhh -- Jesus, fuck!” Sophie cried as the living statue began thrusting its big cock in and out of her cunt. “Ooohhhhhhh, fuck -- fuck me -- fuck me!” she cried, pushing back against the hellhound’s prick as it slammed in and out of her. She moaned as it sped up, bringing her to the heights of pleasure, her body shaking as her orgasm broke over her, her pussy clasping at the thick shaft that fucked in and out of her. “Cumming -- fucking -- cumming!” she groaned, falling forward, her ass high in the air, her tits squashed against the rug.

Leaving her to recover, the hellhound quickly pulled itself from her pussy and climbed on to Kara’s back again, shoving almost the entire length of its big cock deep up her cunt in one thrust.

“Aahahhhhggg -- fucking hell!” she cried as the statue fucked her hard and fast. Like Sophie, she felt her own cum building quickly, pushing back against the big prick of the hellhound, almost feeling it enter her womb it felt so deep. “Fuck -- fucking -- making me -- cum!” she gasped.

Just as she felt her pussy clench as her orgasm struck, she felt the hellhound’s prick swell even more before it unleashed a torrent of jism deep inside her. The thing reared back and howled as it came, the pair of them cumming together, Kara’s pussy clasping tight as the hellhound shot an almost constant stream of spunk into her pussy.

The hellhound fell back and on to its sides, its ribs rising and falling rapidly, its half hard cock leaking jizz. Kara turned around and shakily crawled over to it on all fours, dropping her head and sucking the big knob back into her mouth, tasting the last of its cum. Sophie moved behind her, grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them wide, shoving her mouth against Kara’s pussy that oozed the hellhound’s thick spunk.

† † † † †

“I’m going to miss you,” Sir Arthur said the next morning as he held Kara. “Both of you,” he added, hugging Sophie.

“I know,” Kara said. “I hope we won’t be long, but we have to try and find some way to get things back to normal.”

“I wish I was strong enough to come with you,” Dex said, leaning heavily on his walking stick.

“I know,” Kara repeated. “I wish you were coming with us, too,”

She and Sophie stood at the top of the drive of Lofts Manor ready to head out to other Realms to try and find a cure for Sir Arthur and Dex and, if possible, find a way to restore normality to the world. Kara wore her leather adventurer’s gear that they had kept in the Manor for the last eight years in the hopes she would return: trousers, boots, jacket and T-shirt, along with a back pack and on her hips two holstered pistols, possibly the last in the world. Beside her, Sophie wore the same outfit minus the pistols.

Had it not been for Kara’s bright scarlet hair and Sophie’s blonde locks, they could almost have been twins.

Around both their necks they wore a simple, small stone inscribed with a rune - -an elongated X but with the top two points extended inwards towards each other making a diamond shape at the top. These were the Talismans the Mayor had given them which would allow them to move from one Realm to another.

“The Mayor said he’d send someone to look after you while we’re gone,” Sophie said, crying slightly as she hugged Dex and Sir Arthur goodbye.

“Good luck, my dears,” Sir Arthur said, waving as they turned and headed down the drive.

† † † † †

In the Mayor’s reception hall, the hellhound statue stood before a small mirror, the surface of which swam and rippled before it formed the image of a tall, beautiful woman formed on its surface. She stood in a skin tight green dress, the form fitting material clinging to her every curve from the round hips to her huge tits that almost spilled from the low neckline. Long black hair fell down to her waist, an emerald encrusted tiara on her head.

The only thing marring her beauty was the black patch she wore that covered her lost eye, though her remaining one seemed to glitter as bright and green as the emeralds she wore.

“Well?” she asked.

“I’ve been trying to contact you since yesterday, your Majesty,” the hellhound whined. “Your tracking spell worked after all these years. Kara Lofts returned to the town yesterday and I had her brought before me.”

The Queen smiled. “I knew she’d return at some point,” she said. “Where is she now?”

“As you surmised, she wants to set the world to rights so I’ve given her a Talisman to travel the Realms which will allow you to track her position.”

“I’ll have to arrange a welcoming party for her in the next Realm. You’ve done well, Mr Mayor. I trust you managed to enjoy yourself as well?”

“Thank you, your Majesty. I did, yes,” the hellhound said.

“Hardly surprising,” the Queen said. “My beloved Kara is such a slut she’ll fuck a statue of a dog,” she said, sneering at the Mayor. The mirror flickered and rippled again, eventually showing the reflection of the Mayor who snarled.

“One of these days, Queen Jennifer,” it growled. “One of these days you’ll be my bitch.”