A Pretty Elf in Qeynos Part XI - Sex Stories

A Pretty Elf in Qeynos Part XI

... foolish Wood Elf boy.

A few yards outside the Ale House, Llisanya dove into the stream and swam under the bridge looking for Sprockfuddle. In order to keep intact whatever reputation she still had she preferred to mostly keep clear of those shady folk down in the well. Still, she knew the place well enough. She popped up into the cellar half expecting everyone to have gone home.

Arabella was still there. No one else had remained that late, but Arabella was not technically a citizen and thus tended not to go topside too often.

“Hello, Llisanya” Arabella said “It’s been so long since you have come to buy my wares. Did I cheat you too much last time?”

“No, Arabella, you only cheated me a little. You must be slipping.” Llisanya climbed out of the well and hopped up and down to shake the water off her. Her incredibly firm tits hardly bounced. She tilted her head to clear her ears. “Sorry to not bring you any business, but I am looking for Sprockfuddle.”

“Everyone today is looking for Sprockfuddle” Arabella complained. “Well, he is not here. The guards woke him up early yesterday morning by smashing in his front door and hauling him off to prison. Thank Karana, too. I have been getting all his customers.”

“I am so happy for you. But can you tell me if a good looking Wood Elf fellow was by looking to deliver a message to him?”

Arabella did not like telling anyone about her customers’ comings and goings. Some of them were particular about that. She started ...

... needlessly organizing her well organized merchandise, avoiding Llisanya’s eyes as she answered “nope, I have seen no one all day. Business was really slow.”

“You just complained that everyone was here looking for Sprockfuddle.

Now

you tell me no one came by?”

“Well...no one came by that was important.” Caught in her lie, Arabella started reorganizing the clothes and armour display behind her. She unnecessarily took a cheap chainmail jerkin off the rack and hung it further down the same rack in a totally pointless action. The jerkin was a real lousy looking piece of armour only an idiot would waste his money on.

“Excuse me, Arabella, but where did you get that chainmail jerkin you just moved?”

“Oh, this? Why...why I’ve had it for a few weeks.” She removed it to show Llisanya. “It’s pretty good stuff. I can let it go for four gold. Oh, what am I thinking? For you, good cousin, let’s call it three.”

“I’m not interested in overpriced crap. Where is the Wood Elf that used to own that piece of junk?”

Arabella figured there was no further sense in lying. “How should I know, he left here just after we all fu-...um...I mean...just after noon.”

Llisanya knew what often went on down there in the well and with Arabella’s beautiful features and obvious endowments did not credit Falco with resisting any sexual invitations from that oversexed Dark Elf. She was unexpectedly angry. “You bitch, you fucked him, didn’t you?”

Arabella first looked guilty then became ...