A Pretty Elf in Qeynos Part One - Sex Stories

A Pretty Elf in Qeynos Part One

... wants couples to make love as much as you wish to make love.”

“No one?” Cadwarra was surprised. “In my village, everyone celebrated Tunare like this.” She turned in his arms and lay partly on top of him, enjoying a male so close to her. Her breast crushed into his ribs “It honours her.”

“Honours her....?’

“Yes. Our bodies are her gift to us and we should use them for pleasure. When you do not make an effort to make life on this plane more pleasant for someone else you insult her by not appreciating her gift, just the same as if you hurt someone. Sharing your body, fucking with someone, that is the simplest yet most complex pleasure you can impart on another.”

The sentry pulled Cadwarra close. Her naked body and the explanation why she was willing to fuck at the drop of a hat was arousing. He felt his loins stir.

Cadwarra felt something brush her upper leg. It was his cock, starting to awaken, becoming hard. She shifted over so it was pressed against her. She liked these big Human cocks, she would need to have more in the near future. She rose slightly and moved slowly back and forth on top of him so as to feel it rubbing against her bare thigh. Not stopping, she glanced casually outside.

The sergeant was back, discreetly keeping his back to the naked pair. A couple of halflings were talking to him, however, and in facing him had a clear view of Cadwarra as she lay naked, undulating unabashedly. The female glared at Cadwarra, scandalized, while the male ogled ...

... the show she was putting on. Cadwarra moved uninhibitably despite his leer, or perhaps because of it. The female jabbed his ribs angrily and dragged him off to get some bounty. Casting one last angry glare at the inhabitants of the tent she saw Cadwarra raise her hips and position herself on top of the sentry’s rock hard dick. She turned away in disgust as Cadwarra impaled herself on that immense piece of manhood and started fucking again.

The sergeant watched the halflings head off then walked into the tent and sat on the chest, enjoying the sight of Cadwarra’s round ass moving enthusiastically as she humped the sentry. His penis gleamed with her wetness each time she rose up to a point where it almost fell out of her. Then she buried it again in a driving thrust of her hips. The fat of her breast was bulging in and out erotically against his chest as she worked away.

The sergeant hoped the sentry would come quickly. He wanted her again.

************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************

Ellister walked into Fish’s Ale House, nostrils crinkling at the offensive smells that met his High Elf sensibilities. He hated the place, but he did his best business here. The bartender poured Ellister’s usual cheap ale when he saw him walk in.

An amusing hobby of making magic imbued jewelry for his ...