A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Seven - Sex Stories

A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Seven

... jackjuice launched out of his puny prick.

The first time he had jerked off on her tits she was shocked at how much Teir’Dal semen blasted from him. Every time since then, she loved to see it fly. Long thick ropes launched from his little tool and fell across her white tits. Like warm milk his cum lay in pools where it landed, gleaming as it sat there on her satin skin. It seemed to be slightly acidic because her skin always burned where it lay. She often convinced herself she saw steam rise from it but it was probably just the result of her after-climax befuddled imagination.

Llisanya started to feel safe when she saw M’Tun begin to relax. The sexual madness he showed had been especially frightening this time. She had cranked him up too much; he actually might have been trying to suffocate her. She wasn’t sure. She needed to be more careful.

Oddly, after M’Tun had cum, he always liked to tenderly cuddle while smearing his jizz lovingly all over her chest. The ten silver fee always included that little cuddle time and she always welcomed it in order to recover from M’Tun’s abusive form of intimacy. This time he had been especially brutal.

“Here, Llisanya.” He lifted his hand above her and slowly dropped 10 silver pieces one by one onto her bare, sticky chest. They stuck to the semen drying there. “As usual, your weren’t worth ten fucking silver.”

She collected her fee off her tits and then examined his back. She pulled a towel from her pack. She used the towel ...

... to dab up the bloody rents on M’Tun’s back.The flow of blood was already slowing.

She asked “did I hurt you enough, you son-of-a-bitch?” and he replied “yes. It hurt good, you bedraggled excuse for a female.”

She kept tending to his back. She was pleased to think M’tun would be pleased that these would be new scars. More mementos of her, she thought. Not that all those scars were from

her

nails.

With his head on Llisanya’s breast, M’Tun began to talk business. “You understand, if that allegedly big cocked boyfriend of yours does not get this job done properly I’ll need you to take care of him.”

“Work’s work” she philosophized.

“You’ll want the usual fee?”

“The usual fee is fine, but add 20 silver more. That represents a breach-of-contract penalty I made with Ellister with respect to Falco.”

M’Tun pulled on her semi-hard nipple to watch her sperm-smeared breast elongate then let it go to watch the breast snap back into its perfect conical shape on her chest. Despite his earlier words, her breasts were lovely. He flicked the nipple a couple of times and watched it snap back to stick straight up at the sky.

“Ellister, eh? Why are you even doing business with that amateur? Work for me full time, Half-breed. Freeport can use a girl of your talents.”

“Mmm. Thank you, but I will continue to freelance for Ellister. I need to appear semi-respectable with the semblance of a visible means of support.”

“I suppose that would be wise for both our safety.” ...