A Pretty Elf in Qeynos Part XII - Sex Stories

A Pretty Elf in Qeynos Part XII

... winced as he accidentally bit her. Typical male. She adjusted her stance a little so he could latch at a better angle. She glanced over at the sleeping Falco to make sure he was not going to wake up. She did not want him to know what she was letting Sprockfuddle do. He would be hurt by that. She could hardly explain to him that it was being done for the sake of Queen and Qeynos.

Falco lay on his cot in a deep healing sleep blissfully unaware of her naughty interlude with Sprockfuddle going on fifteen feet from his cot. He was well on his way to recovery but he still had a lot of healing to do. A healer more adept than Cadwarra would have had him up and fit with just one heal spell. She had been so incompetent that she needed all three of hers to just save his life. The rest of the healing would have to be left up to time and rest.

Still attached at the mouth to Cadwarra’s breast and holding onto the bars with one hand for balance, the Gnome reached down with his right hand and stuck two fingers into Cadwarra’s box. “Oooooh...!” She breathed.

Encouraged, he slipped two more fingers in and started to finger-fuck her. With still no protest coming from Cadwarra, he then slipped his thumb in to join his other digits and pushed his whole hand into Cadwarra’s welcoming womanhood.

To Cadwarra, his fist felt about the size of a regular Human cock; not even equal to the sergeant’s son’s penis. She moved her hips in rhythm to his hand’s motion. “Do it, Baby...” she ...

... pleaded.

He did it; fucking her with his fist. A good bit of his forearm was inside. She hoped when Vishra described her loyal services to the Queen he would gloss over details like this.

She pulled her hips back from the bars and Sprockfuddle’s drenched hand slipped out of her. He was about to protest but stopped as she knelt and reached to undo his prison pants. She pulled his size small penis out and stroked it, watching it become a mini erection. She pumped it a couple of strokes then got down on all fours so her jaws were level to his manhood. “Let me suck you off?” she offered.

“Ohhhh! Yes, Honey.” he thrust his hard dinky forward enthusiastically. “Get your lips on that big salami and start working.”

As she shifted into a proper pecker-sucking position she suppressed a giggle at hearing that little thing referred to as a ‘big salami’ but she reasoned that all things are relative.

She asked casually “so, tell me more about Freeport? Will they set aside those false accusations of rape?” She took him in her mouth and blew him while waiting for his answer.

“Of course they will.” Sprockfuddle lied as his hips thrust forward repeatedly, pushing his prick back and forth between Cadwarra’s lips. He smirked inwardly at how naive these Qeynos people were. Always tell them what they want to hear and they are practically in Freeport already. The nice big commission he would get for Cadwarra’s betrayal to Freeport was as good as in his pocket.

He looked down to watch ...