A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Seven - Sex Stories

A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Seven

... looking like an ass or a coward?

He reflected that Cadwarra would not have gotten him into trouble like this. He wished he could have her instead of What’ser-name there. He would be so happy if he was with Cadwarra, fucking every night. He remembered the feel of her big bosoms squeezed in his palms as she lovingly let him lead her behind those rocks in the Forest Ruins. How hot and juicy she felt around his erection as he moved in and out of her. She had never spurned his size.

The Dark Elf’s sudden reappearance interrupted these thoughts. He was standing in front of them before Falco could see where he had come from.

Llisanya was calm. “Hello, M’Tun.”

Gol M’Tun did not respond to Llisanya’s greeting. He was looking at Falco’s cheap armour with an expression that clearly confirmed Llisanya’s worst fears as to how that garbage outfit would be viewed. Falco gave a curt nod to M’Tun but it was clear he was fearful of the Dark Elf.

M’Tun turned to Llisanya and asked bluntly in Thexian. “Do you want me to kill him?”

Llisanya knew it was a test to see by Falco’s reaction if he spoke Thexian. She had expected M’Tun to pull some trick like that. She could see Falco was understandably annoyed at the rudeness of someone speaking an unknown language in front of him, but he thankfully did not understand M’Tun’s words.

She answered in the Wood Elf language. “Falco does not speak Thexian, M’Tun. Be nice to my friends, please.” She had spoken in Feir’Dal to let ...

... Falco know M’Tun could understand it.

M’Tun switched to Common. “Fine. Let’s get to business. What is the purpose of this meeting you called?”

Great, thought Falco,

she

called the meeting, not the Dark Elf. She talks me into doing some work for some asshole Dark Elf from Freeport and it turns out there really is no such work.

“Falco here needs some working capital...five plat or so. Have you got anything for him to do?”

“What??!!!” Falco glared at Llisanya. “I thought

we

needed 5 plat.”

“I have enough work for both of you...” M’tun snapped back before Llisanya could reply to Falco and start some stupid lovers’ quarrel. He looked at Falco and continued “...but I know nothing about you. The question is before I start handing out valuable coin, how reliable are you?”

“I’m reliable!” Falco protested. He was going to angrily add “...jerk!” to his response but seeing the sharp daggers M’Tun wore he fortunately though better of it.

“So reliable that you did not think to wear your best equipment for any work I may have for you today. Or is

that

your best outfit, Feir’Dal?”

The words stung Falco. He stood humiliated in front of his woman after she had also been so rude about his hard-won equipment. He would have bought some better stuff if only he had had some money. Or maybe he could have gone adventuring with those Dwarves and earned some better stuff if he wasn’t so busy keeping her happy in his bed. Women had no common sense; just wanted it ...