A Pretty Elf in Qeynos Part One - Sex Stories

A Pretty Elf in Qeynos Part One

... closest friends to amuse themselves at soirees had, by necessity, become his means of support in these troubled times. A fine ending to his life of ease in Faydwer, now he made charms to ward away disease, beggars, lovers you tired of. Make you invisible to creditors, or jealous husbands; whatever. He sold charms and rings to any low life that could put coins in his pockets. Charms that fetched a few copper, charms that garnered several gold. If he could make it, he would sell it.

He looked about the room for any possible customers. Well, looked like he had wasted his time coming in. The place was empty but for the Human bartender, the half elf barmaid and one patron: a sullen and drunk Wood Elf.

The Wood Elf sat in a dark corner, obviously in a black mood. ‘Sullen and drunk’ usually resulted from a problem and Ellister had found out the most exhorbinate prices were paid by people with problems. Well, may as well see if he could ‘help’, he thought. He ambled casually over to the Feir’Dal who at that moment was draining his tankard.

“May I join you?” Ellister asked.

The Feir’Dal regarded Ellister through bleary eyes. “Shove off!” he said in a voice thick with alchohol. “I don’t sleep with other men!”

Since there were no other potential customers in the place, Ellister sat down anyway. This Wood Elf was in no shape to stop him. Besides, if he could sober up and lose his attitude he would be an attractive little thing and Ellister always appreciated the sweetness ...

... of a Wood Elf’s cum. He just needed to figure a way to let the Wood Elf see that a blow job from a High Elf was a nice little treat for both of them. Ellister looked into his handsome face and waited for him to say something.

“I like women” The lad explained to his new tablemate, not seeming to care that he had not ‘shoved off’ as instructed. “I can get a female ANY time I wanna....” he said with a slur. He stared dumbfounded at the bottom of his mug, seemingly surprised it was empty.

Ellister said nothing.

“Had one this mornin’!” He went on, though it was said with more regret than boasting. His voice took on a harder edge as he added “...yeah, had her hard and fast an’ she LOVED it!” He added that last bit a little too emphatically. He waved the empty tankard around til he caught the barmaid’s eye.

Ellister suddenly recognized this fellow as the boy that had had the cute little girl by the falls in Baubleshire a few days ago and could now guess what was troubling the Wood Elf. The details were unknown to him but it was the same old story: he had tried to impress a young lady and had failed. Probably she found his inexperienced lovemaking lacking and lost interest. In a way, his heart went out to the boy, even though he could not help but feel the little fool had gotten what he deserved.

“My name is Ellister.” He said and offered the boy his hand, trying to change the subject.

“Falco is my name.’ the drunkard replied, caught off guard for an instant. Then ...