Traxex the Drow Ranger sprinted through the forest, ducking and diving through the foliage and trees as she rushed to escape her assailant. Her armour and garments were burnt and seared, cloak tattered, hood gone, while her skin was beaten and bruised. She could hear him cackling, Razor was gaining ground, and fast. She dived deeper into the Radiant’s territory, hoping the Lightning Revenant might stop with the threat, but she could hear the crack of lightning;

“Don’t think you can escape me! Those who play hard to get always prove to be the best of toys!”

Trying to ignore the screech of his voice, Traxex pushed forward, but she tripped and collapsed onto the dirt path. Rising up, she realised a shadow had been cast over her, causing the Drow Ranger to panic, drawing her bow and kicking backwards to take aim, but quickly stopped when she found herself gazing up at Lyralei. The bright young archer smiled and waved childishly at the haggard Traxex; “Hi Drow! How are you? You seem a bit blue?”

She burst into a fit of laughter, and for a second Traxex wanted the company of Razor more than Lyralei, but the Revenant’s voice interrupted the ginger markswoman, Traxex leaping up and forcing her companion to the ground as to avoid the Lightning Revenant’s gaze; “Come out Ranger! I simply wish to use your body until it withers away from exhaustion, and then I may use your soul until it meets the same fate!”

Traxex quickly pulled Lyralei behind a shrub, her hand firmly fixed over the ginger girl’s mouth, not daring to allow her friend the chance to start up again. Watching Razor from a distance, Traxex whispered to her companion; “Lyralei, we have to be careful, but we can take him down. I’ll go around and flank him, when I emerge, shackle him. Try to disarm him, he’s powerless without his whip.” She nodded frantically, Drow raising a finger to her lips again as she slowly crawled away, trying to keep a firm eye on both her ginger haired companion and Razor.

Watching from her hidden position as Lyralei moved into place, Drow took up an arrow from her quiver and slowly advanced. She took aim, ready to put an arrow in the Lightning Revenants neck, but a shriek broke her concentration. She dashed out of her cover, watching as Razor throttled Lyralei with his lightning whip, the sadistic Dire soldier pulling her towards him, clawed hand outstretched; “Another toy! I wonder how conductive you are!”

She let out a roar at the sight of her tortured friend, Traxex losing a number of arrows into Razor’s back, but he counter attacked swiftly, lashing out at Drow. He struck her dead centre in the chest, Traxex reeling from the damage stolen from Lyralei, crashing onto her back against the rough grass. She tried to grab her bow, but swiftly Razor’s whip lashed round her hands and pulled her across the ground and towards him, the Lightning Revenant snatching her by the neck with his jagged hand;

“A, my original choice! I think I will keep both of you, but you look far more enjoyable to break!”

Razor snarled, tightening his grip, strangling her viciously. Drow kicked and spasmed, trying to free herself from Razor, but it was of little use. Her hands were bound and his grip too tight, Razor releasing her for a second so he could tear away her chest plate, revealing her still covered breasts. Drow glanced back to Windranger, and watched as the quick footed Archer crawled into position, drawing her own bow and taking aim. Razor, having not noticed Lyralei continued to molest Traxex, and tore away her bra with jagged fingers, grabbing her breasts and digging his nails into her flesh;

“Ready to be my toy, Ranger?” He spat in his taunting, sardonic tone, but Drow smirked at him; “Not today!” Lyralei fired, her shot striking Razor in the shoulder, going right through his armour and ‘flesh’. He screamed, dropping Drow onto the ground and grasping his arm in pain, unable to speak or spout his anger. Traxex threw a kick forward, crashing into his stomach and sending Razor spiralling backwards, another shot from Lyralei striking him in the back. The two Rangers watched as the Revenant dropped his whip, and collapsed onto the earth.

Lyralei swiftly moved towards Drow, grabbing her wounded friend close; “Are you okay?” Drow nodded, pulling out of the gingers hug and dusted herself off, in her typical fashion of coldness; “I’m fine.” She glanced over Lyralei, checking for any sign of injury, before looking on at the unconscious Razor; “What about him?” She spoke, pointing towards the Revenant. Lyralei pulled out her shackles and eyed a large tree not far from him; “I’ve got an idea, a fun idea as well.”

***

He awoke to find himself bound, Razor’s mood becoming a searing rage as he tugged and pulled at his bindings, which tightly held his wrists and waist to a tree. Razor quickly found his bindings too tight to break, and his wounds ached as he tried to free himself, the Revenant sighing as he fell limp but quickly returned to his frenzy as he caught sight of one of his captors. The Windranger.

However he swiftly found something was amiss, Lyralei was almost naked bar her underwear. She smirked at Razor, the Revenant pushing himself forward and spiting curses at her; “Release me harlot, and I might spare you!” She giggled, further enraging Razor; “Don’t you dare laugh at me! When I drag you to the narrow maze you won’t be so insolent!”

But the approach of the Drow Ranger further confused Razor, she was too almost naked, her firm and exquisite body on display covered by fitting black underwear; “What is going on here? What are you harlots doing? Release me!” The two smiled, Traxex stepping forward, a sultry smirk painted on her tattooed features; “Lyralei suggested we teach you a lesson…” she was standing in front of him now, Razor fuming with anger snarling at her; “…she said we should use you for a bit of stress relief, and dominate the dominator.”

The ginger one produced a large glass bottle, a sign on it clearing marked “WARNING” in thick red print. Its contents were a thick purple liquid, and as Lyralei removed the top the smell hit him instantly. It was strong, exceptional so and brought him out of any daze that had been left by his wounds, while the two Archers seemed to grow excited with just the scent. A sultry Traxex took the bottle from her companion, striding over to the bound Razor and displaying it to him;

“This is an aphrodisiac. Alchemist claims it’s an enhanced one, already industrial strength, used for breeding farms in order to produce great quantities of stock. We told him we’d test it.”

Razor, still refusing to accept what was happening struggled more, but Traxex took hold of his head while Lyralei closed on the two, snatching the open bottle and forcing its end against Razor’s face. Quickly she emptied some of the contents into his face plate, before pulling the bottle away and taking a hearty drink herself. Razor, coughing and spluttering, instantly felt a warmth, a vague sense of animalistic arousal filling his nether regions. Glancing down, he watched as the quickly footed Windranger tore away his skirt armour and revealed his growing erection, while the other Ranger suckled madly on the bottle, her fingers already beneath her pants as she madly fingered herself;

***

“What are you doing?” Razor spat wearily as the Windranger tore away the last remains of her garments, revealing her soaking slit. She bore a look of desperate, wanton lust, possessed by some animalistic drive to fuck. She was quick in setting to work, guiding Razors length into position, before thrusting herself forward, causing him to penetrate her deeply. She let out a vicious moan of pleasure, with Razor letting out a gasp of delight as his cock was smothered by her tight walls. She began to fiercely smack against him, trying to drive his penis as deep inside of her as she could, desperate to cum. Grabbing his bound arms for better balance, Lyralei rode the bound Razor fanatically.

Drow meanwhile was on her back, watching her friend ride the Lightning Revenant, her fingers working her soaking slit towards orgasm, driven by the primal possession of the aphrodisiac, and the arousing sight of Lyralei fucking Razor madly. Traxex held her breast tight, crying out in orgasm as she watched Lyralei’s movements grow faster, both her and Razor shaking and spasming as they came to their collective ends but quickly they were at it again. Drow was quick to start again, her movements even quicker than before, the hunger filling her once again.

Lyralei could feel the throb of Razor’s shaft as he came, pushing her into her third orgasm as his seed ran down her thighs, but it wasn’t enough. Seconds after the Revenant had sunk back against the tree, Lyralei had started again, pushing into Razor’s still rock hard cock to a chorus of more delighted moans. Lyralei wrapped her legs around the tree, her hands now latched to the back of Razors head, gripping tightly on him for support.

***

Razor at this point could barely think coherently, too exhausted to voice his complaints, instead all of his energy was focussed on thrusting forward into the crazed Archer who was ramming against him, forcing his erect length inside of her. Razor hadn’t ever been this hard in his life, and didn’t think it would end any time soon, watching in his own haze as Lyralei pressed up against him as she came again. She was so engrossed in pleasure she barely noticed Razor empty himself inside of her again, the Revenant watching as a mix of his semen and her sex juices coated his penis and dripped from her vagina as she pulled away.

The other Archer now stood beside her friend grapping her bare shoulders and placing her hands tightly on them, Drow pressing her naked body up against Lyralei’s, the two sharing a short but passionate kiss before turning to look at Razor; “I want a shot.”

With a vague viciousness she pulled Lyralei off of him and took up position, swiftly forcing herself onto Razor, the Revenant ever so slightly delighting in the feeling of her tightness. Like her companion, she used his head for balance, swinging her right leg around the tree so she could rock against him. Their vitality seemed endless to Razor, sweet soaking their bodies, the Revenant could feel his blood pumping widely as Drow rocketed against his hips.

***

Drow had never felt so alive, she’d never felt so amazing. Razor’s solid length set off such amazing sensations in her mind, but she had to have more, the force that drove her was never sated. She twisted and contorted in orgasm, feeling Razor shudder and twitch himself, but it wasn’t enough. Drow kept going, kept driving on towards another without pause. She groaned in delight as she slid down Razor’s shaft again, setting her on fire with the pulses of pleasure as his length set them off again.

Traxex felt Lyralei push up against her, the petite Ranger pressing herself against her Drow’s back, Lyralei cupping her friends large breasts and fondling them, withdrawing one hand to then pleasure herself. Traxex quickly loosed one of her hands from Razor’s head, moving it down to rub and finger Lyralei, while her lover moved her now free hand to do the same. Awkwardly they moved together, Drow biting her lip as she came again, before opening her mouth to suck on Lyralei’s fingers, coated in a mix of their wetness and Razor’s seed. She felt him quiver, drawing close to the Lightning Revenant as he shot another gout of his seed into her, pushing Drow into another orgasm.

She felt Lyralei place her head on her shoulder, nibbling on her ear before speaking in her delightfully horny tone; “Traxex, I’ve got another idea…”

***

Lyralei moved Traxex onto her hands and knees, the head of Razor’s penis embedded in Drow’s soaking slit. The Windranger took a glance at the two, now in their doggy position, before placing herself in front of Drow. Slowly the Ranger began to slide up against Razor, breaking the Lightning Revenants short rest, while grabbing hold of Lyralei’s thighs so she could eat the Windranger out.

She found herself digging her fingers into Drow’s scalp, running them through her white hair as the Ranger’s tongue licked across Lyralei’s sex. The feeling was all engrossing, the Windranger rocking her crouch against her friends face, forcing Traxex to further lick her, the Drow Ranger’s tongue possessed an almost icy chill to it which sent waves of amazement through Lyralei. It didn’t take long for her to come, Traxex doing so too as she moved up against Razor’s length.

They swiftly switched positions, Lyralei embedded herself on Razor’s rock hard cock, pushing herself all the way to the base of his cock while she tried to push her friend to orgasm. She felt Drow place her hands on her head, pushing Lyralei up against her slit. The taste was engrossing to the Windranger, her mind already addled by the aphrodisiac and the feeling of Razor, she was simply driven on by the taste of Traxex, trying to replicate her friends own technique. It didn’t take much, and Drow let out a delighted cry before pulling away.

***

Razor was given some vague time to relax as the two Rangers focussed passionately on each other, yet they still used him for their own enjoyment, he felt himself orgasm again, cumming across Lyralei’s back and across her ass as she pulled away from him. He watched as the two came together in a loving embrace, Lyralei and Traxex pressing their lips together in a long kiss, still fondling and fingering themselves as they held close. When they finally broke their embrace, they set their sex starved sights on him. Razor sunk back a bit, letting out a whimper as they approach; “Please, no more!”

Razor cried out as Drow remounted him….

***

Luna had been sent out to find Lyralei and Traxex, the two Rangers once again failing to report back from their patrols. This had become a fairly common occurrence, and Luna was almost certain the two were up to it again. She’d suggested that they not be placed in the same patrol, or that maybe they not decide to constantly disregard the on-going war, to sneak off and have their fun. Luna hadn’t brought Luna along, though it was getting dark and she’d rather find the two soon.

She was drawn by an odd musk in the air, the scent of arousal and sweet strong. Sighing and stamping her booted feet, Luna made her way towards the origin of the smell and sounds, ready to give the two a piece of her mind before she stumbled upon the sight, a sight that would be etched into her mind for some time.

Razor, a vaunted champion of the Dire, had been tied to a tree, while a naked Lyralei rode against him. Luna’s gaze then turned to Traxex, who lay besides Razor, pleasuring herself widely. Luna almost dropped her glaive at the sight, almost transfixed by the image of Lyralei fucking Razor so rapidly. As the Windranger paused, Razor caught sight of Luna, lurching forward; “PLEASE, KILL ME!”

That was a first;

“THEY WON’T STOP, I’VE BEEN HERE FOR HOURS, PLEASE!”

Lyralei and Traxex turned their attentions to Luna, their gazes possessing a strange hunger to them. Luna watched as the Windranger dismounted Razor, who sported an exceptional erection, while Drow scrambled towards her slowly. Luna spied a glass bottle, marked with a clear warning sign on the grass; “What are you two doing?” She spat with some vague sense of amazement, grabbing up the glass while gazing over the three. Wordlessly Lyralei advanced on her, the lithe ginger unnerved Luna a bit;

“Lyralei, what are you doing lassie? Can you please put your clothes ba-“

Before she could finish the Windranger had tackled her to the floor, throwing off her helmet and pressing herself up against Luna’s latex covered body. While she was noticeably stronger than the Windranger, Luna was taken by surprise, and could do little to stop Lyralei from pressing her lips to her own. She forced her into a kiss, and Luna could taste something strange, a strong scent entered her nose as well. It made her dizzy, but Luna was still able to push Lyralei off her as she staggered away;

“What did you do…”

Luna shook her head, instantly she felt different, an energy had entered her, a strange feeling of warmth and wetness in her nether regions. She glanced over to Razor again, seeing his solid erection made her shudder in a strange feeling of joy. Luna began to remove her suit, peeling away the latex and kicking off her boots, aided by the reinvigorated Rangers. All the time she kept her eyes on Razor, who cried out in terror; “NO! PLEASE, NOT ANOTHER!”

She felt someone grab her, Luna pushed back into the arms of Drow as Lyralei picked up the glass bottle and forced its tip to her lips, pouring its contents into her mouth. Any vestige of resistance melted away, and Luna tore away her clothes, rapidly moving towards Razor and swiftly mounting him, sliding the Revenant’s rock hard erection into her soaking cunt. The Luna moaned in delight as she rammed herself against Razor, and felt Drow and Windranger grope and molest her. As she pressed herself up against the Revenant, she could feel him squirm and whine, before he came. It didn’t take long for her to follow suit.

***

Razor was in what he could only call a state of terror, Luna Moonfang was ramming against him with all her weight and speed, smacking into his in comparison feeble form. His head fell limp against the tree as she pulled away from him, Razor glancing over her naked form, her silver hair spilling over her shoulders, a wild look in her face much like the others. With a suddenness that sent his traumatised form into a further series of whimpers and shrieks, Luna tore him free of his bindings, already tired of their position and deposited him on his back.

Swiftly she took up position, forcing herself down on his slick cock, Luna placed her hands on his chest and began to ride him. Before he could even think of trying to scramble away, the Rangers had already taken hold of his arms, while Luna held onto his shoulders for balance. She was fierce, far more than the other two, ramming against Razor to drive herself to orgasm. The other two seemed to have already grown bored of restraining him, returning to their own little world of pleasure, while Luna kept going.

Razor gazed up at her form, Luna’s muscular but curvy body the only thing he could focus on as she fucked him in her crazed state, pushing herself to orgasm again, crying out while Razor groaned as he was also pushed to his own end, cumming inside of her. His shaft was coated in a mix of Lyralei and Traxex’s juices, as well as his own semen, providing a lubricant as Luna continued her rough assault, Razor digging his fingers into the earth as she kept going.

Eventually she pulled off of him, leaving an exhausted Razor shaking, trying to rest in the brief seconds he knew he had, watching as she changed her position so that her back was facing him before pushing herself down on his length. Razor felt himself driven into Luna’s ass, his assailant screaming in delight as he was pushed further inside. She continued to moan, while Razor felt himself becoming a little numb. He could barely feel his penis anymore, it was a molten mess of feelings that he could barely describe.

***

Lyralei awoke in Traxex arms, naked and covered in sweet. She softy pulled herself out of her lover’s grasp, careful not to wake the Drow Ranger, crawling on her hands and feet across the grass covered earth. She shook her head, still trying to remember what had happened the night before, before spying Luna, who had fallen asleep atop Razor. She was tightly pressed against his body, and Lyralei watched as Razor turned his head to look at her;