A Pretty Elf in Qeynos Part XI - Sex Stories

A Pretty Elf in Qeynos Part XI

... reputation. That shiner your make-up isn’t hiding helps, too.”

Her low reputation was an asset to Lord Vishra? Llisanya tried to hide her reaction, but that hurt. Was she always going to be just one of Fiona’s girls? She realized how much she wanted to be someone who could come in the front entrance of Vishra’s office instead of skulking in through the ‘Cess Pool’ whenever Lord Vishra wanted a piece of tail or an unsavoury errand performed.

She recognized the name ‘Cadwarra’ from something Falco had mumbled that first night she had slept in his bed. She suspected Cadwarra used the

front

entrance to Vishra’s office. Jealous, she also wondered if Cadwarra and Vishra were fucking and if that was why he was not needing a ‘piece’ right now. All her lovers were sticking their cocks elsewhere, it seemed.

Vishra was not insensitive to Llisanya’s reaction to his unthinking remark and regretted his words. He admired how the diminutive Half Elf had survived in a heartless world. He knew her background; more than Llisanya realized. She came from a hodge podge of ancestors; mostly Human and Wood Elf but her family tree went back generations before a purebred could be found. Her fair complexion came from her single High Elf forefather and belied the smidgeon of Dark Elf ancestry which explained her tiny size and some of her odd quirks. Quirks Vishra often found useful.

“You will be very well paid for a simple task” he assured her.

She hardly felt comforted but she ...

... appreciated he had recognized he had hurt her and was trying to apologize. She thought this may be a good time to ask a conciliatory favour of Vishra. “Lord? May I ask the name of that messenger you sent and if he has a wife?”

Vishra studied her and pondered her black eye. “Was there a problem with the messenger? He is usually very reliable.”

“He was fine, Marshall. But he owes me a future favour. In return for such a favour, I shall not return his handkerchief to his wife nor mention any details of his...how shall I say it...

masculine assertiveness

this morning.”

Vishra understood Llisanya perfectly. “Please forgive him his impulsive youth. You are very attractive and he likely realized that unwanted overtures to a girl of your reputation cannot be considered rape. I will have a sharp word with him about delaying your answering my summons just so he could satisfy his base male needs.”

She decided not to worry about Vishra’s last remark about her reputation. She knew he was right. “Lord, I am sure he meant no disrespect to you.”

Vishra gently pulled Llisanya’s tiny body into his arms. She leaned into his embrace. “Still, he can’t go treating you like that.” Despite his haste today he let his hands begin to wander. “The messenger is named Baltazar” he told her as he ran his hands all over her firm, round backside. “As for the name of Baltazar’s woman, leave me to find that out. I will have her name next time we meet. If Baltazar took advantage of you, then ...