A Pretty Elf in Qeynos Part One - Sex Stories

A Pretty Elf in Qeynos Part One

... stared in shock. The sentry was gripping his monster prick in one strong hand and was furiously pumping away, moving his hips erratically as he approached orgasm. Cadwarra’s grin was fixed adoringly on his exposed manhood as he jacked off.

Falco felt physically sick when he saw long ropes of semen suddenly erupt out of the sentry’s penis, drenching his girl. The first blast soared high above Cadwarra’s naked torso and fell in a thick line across her pretty cheek and into her hair. She opened her mouth eagerly as the next salvo landed across her face an inch to the left of the first, several drops falling into her open mouth. A large drop perched like a pearl on the tip of her pretty nose. Three smaller salvos followed in close succession as the sentry swung his dick back and forth above her so that the stuff landed in thick pools on those perfect breasts rising and falling rapidly as she watched them get creamed. She raised a hand and giggled hysterically as she smeared the stuff all over her mams.

Only a few minutes ago he had thought those big breasts were his exclusive domain. Now they shone with another’s cum, yeilding softly under Cadwarra’s hand as it slid wetly over them, massaging sperm into the boob flesh. When she dropped her hand back down to her side she was still giggling.

Confused, dizzy, hardly able to think, Falco turned away and slunk out of the zone. He would leave Qeynos, maybe even betray to Freeport. Anything so he would never see that tramp ...

... again, never have to look the sentry in the eye should they ever meet each other in a tavern, never have to wonder if that person walking past him in the street was smirking behind his back because he knew Falco’s girl had fucked another.

He had no home here, nothing to stay for. His lover had jilted him. She was a real bitch. He walked through Baubleshire past the trout pool and the waterfall where she had undressed for him. Where he had seen her lovely, perfect figure, almost naked and looking so beautiful. Where he had thought he would die if he could not have her.

Embarrassed now by the memory of the place, he turned his face away and hurried by, fantasizing about raping her in revenge for her betrayal.

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Spent, the sentry leaned forward and kissed Cadwarra lovingly. “Thank you miss, that was wonderful.”

Cadwarra kissed him back. “Tunare will be pleased.” She agreed.

The sentry lay alongside Cadwarra and pulled her gently into her arms, puzzling over the odd lovely little Wood Elf that had so willingly screwed his brains out. “Tell me about Tunare” he asked, kissing her neck.

“Tunare? What do you wish to know?” Cadwarra was puzzled that Tunare was not a commonplace diety. Everyone knew about Tunare, she had assumed.

“Well....” the Sentry hesitated, not wishing to offend. “No one who has ever mentioned her has ever alluded to the suggestion that Tunare ...