A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Seven - Sex Stories

A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Seven

... Er...you can swim, right?”

“Swim!!??”

“Yes, we need to swim underwater out of the bog then across the moat.”

Falco did not hide his annoyance. “Next time let’s use the Gates.”

“Not if you want to work for this employer...”

By the time they had crawled up the bank on the far side of the moat Falco was cold, wet and in a foul mood. They had swum an extra distance to come up around the corner out of sight of the guards stationed on the bridge. “Karana! This is miserable.”

Llisanya was too busy pulling dry clothes out of her pack to care about his sissy complaints. “Just change, you’ll feel better in dry clothes and the sun will soon warm the day.” She pulled her wet clothes off. Her lovely naked white skin glowed in the orange rays of the sunrise. Her pointing tits stuck out stark and high for his view. She bent to step into her dry leggings.

Falco also stripped off naked. Hurriedly, he reached to pull out his own change of warm clothing. He caught sight of his cock. The cold moat water had shrunk it to a quarter of its usual flaccid size. It was actually wider than it was long.

Before he could hide how shriveled and tiny he was Llisanya also saw it in that humiliating state. She made sure she looked just long enough for Falco to see she had seen his tinyness, his unmanliness.

He hastily turned away from her eyes, pretending to adjust the contents of his pack, but it was too late. She had seen how small he was. Damn! Afraid, he glanced sideways at her ...

... to see if she was sneering at his shortcoming.

Llisanya swept her gaze casually from his midsection. She reached down, pulling her leggings up over her toned calves. Bending over like that, her breasts hung down with hardly a jiggle as she straightened and pulled the leggings up over her shapely rump. She buckled her belt.

There was something very sexy in a topless woman standing half undressed and glistening with sunlit drops of water dripping from her firm tits, covered in goosebumps. Her nipples, awakened by the cold of the morning and thick as thumbs, stuck out from her areolas dang near three quarters of an inch. The areolas themselves, contracted and wrinkled from the cold moat water, had shrunk to the size of copper coins. He had never seen them as hard as that morning.

As he finished dressing he thought of Cadwarra again, in much the same soaked state of undress as What’ser-name was now. That perfect Cadwarra had dressed so innocently by the Baubbleshire waterfall, her soaked transparent chemise hiding nothing from his eyes. How disappointed he was when her nipples had disappeared under the top she pulled down over her large breasts.

The memory of Cadwarra’s lovely figure awakened his penis. Now hidden inside his leggings it returned to its normal size too late for What’ser-name to see its now respectable length.

He stood pondering if he should pull it out so she would have a look. Between those rock hard nipples and the memory of Cadwarra, he sure had ...