A Pretty Elf in Qeynos Part XI - Sex Stories

A Pretty Elf in Qeynos Part XI

... defiant. “Yeah” she boasted. “Yeah, okay, in fact, we

all

fucked him. He had a nice cock. I gobbled his goop down and it tasted fantastic! He had so much for me I didn’t need any fucking lunch.”

“You tramp. He’s my boyfriend! That was

my

cum!” This exclamation took Llisanya by surprise. He wasn’t her boyfriend and she didn’t need his cum. Why had she said that?

“Your boyfriend? I didn’t see any label on him saying that you owned his prick. I had every right to let him put it in me. Besides, seeing as how his balls were so chocker block full I don’t understand why you are so mad; you definitely haven’t been tending to his needs. I mean, he came like a centaur!“

“Shut up, you bed-bouncer. Just don’t touch him again!” What was she saying? She should be glad to see him bothering some other female instead of her. She took a breath and collected herself. She looked at Arabella and said a little more calmly. “I need to know where he went, is all.”

“Well, I don’t know where he went. I sold him some fairly good chainmail and a decent bo staff and he fucked off. Maybe he went off to screw his other girlfriend! Check with her.”

“Fuck you, you little Inky whore.” So at least Llisanya knew he been there and had not found Sprockfuddle. But where did he go afterward? Llisanya huffed angrily and turned back to the well.

Arabella’s tone was suddenly conciliatory. “Llisanya, you’ve got an aweful bruise on your face. Are you all right?”

Llisanya turned back ...

... and looked at the Dark Elf directly in her beautiful almond eyes. She had never noticed how lovely her eyes were. She decided Arabella was being sincere.

“Yeah, I’m alright. It’s just a love tap from your boyfriend, ‘Scratchy’.”

Arabella lowered her eyes and fussed with her merchandise again. “He’s a bastard.” She paused as if clearing a lump in her throat. She didn’t look up. “If I find out anything about your boyfriend’s whereabouts I will let you know, Llisanya.”

Llisanya was touched by the unexpected kindness. “Ok, thanks, Arabella. That’s decent of you. I’m sorry I called you those names. For the record, he’s not my boyfriend. I was just frustrated. You can enjoy him all you want; let him fill you up to your eyeballs. He’s just another dumb male with a perpetually hard cock.” She dove into the well and disappeared.

Llisanya dropped by the brothel next because it was close by. How young she had been the first time she stood before this door, a homeless waif. Now all grown up, she knocked.

The madam was a huge Barbarian woman who could look after unruly customers all by herself. “Hello, Honey. Why are you sopping wet? You look like a drowned rat.”

Llisanya ignored the question. “I am looking for a handsome Wood Elf with some economically priced chain armour, a bo staff and no common sense. Anyone like that in there, Fiona?”

“Sweetheart, you know the rules: I can’t tell you. Unless, of course you want to come work for me again. I can find you all of the ...