A Pretty Elf in Qeynos Part One - Sex Stories

A Pretty Elf in Qeynos Part One

... he recovered himself and stated a bit too loud “I said I don’t do fag High Elves!”

The Barkeep looked over at the two elves in the corner and frowned at the loudmouth. Ellister did not spend much in the place, but he sure brought in a lot of folk looking for him. Those folk drank a lot while they waited for Ellister to show up. He ensured Ellister was in no danger, then returned to washing the dirty tankards.

The barmaid arrived at the table with the Wood Elve’s refill and set it down. Falco looked down her top as if to prove a point, or maybe because she really did have a cute set of nubs. Hoping for a nice tip, she initially let him look but went away annoyed when none was forthcoming.

“Oh, I am sure males do not interest you” Ellister agreed “But I am a jeweller, you see, and was wondering if I could interest you in some of my finer pieces.”

“I am not some fag High Elf who wants to doll himself up to look like a girl!” The drunkard asserted.

“Of course not” Ellister agreed and pulled out one of his cheapest talismans. “But my jewellery has some practical uses. For instance, this little item lessens the morning-after effects of a night at the tavern. I see you are an experienced drinker but one tends to get a hangover, nevertheless. I could let this little fellow go for.....oh......50 copper.” Ellister was not so down on his luck that he would misrepresent his wares so he hastily added. “Mind you now, though very effective, this talisman will only work for ...

... one hangover.” Fifty coppers would at least cover the cost of his ale and it really would save Falco from what was probably going to be a very unpleasant morning.

“I’ll be fine in the morning. “ Falco answered. Looking off into space he muttered to no one in particular. “What I need is something to make my cock as big as a human’s!” He took a long pull of ale and added bitterly. “Yeah......Big enough to make a certain little slut bleed next time I fuck her raw!”

Ellister sighed inwardly. As usual his potential customers wanted more than their pockets could pay. Something to make a phallus larger, even by an inch, would cost ten plat to make. And he would easily sell if for twenty. Judging by his clothes, this lad’s entire wealth was represented by what was currrently in his tankard.

“Well, I cannot help you there” he more or less told the truth. “Is there some other wish I may be better able to fulfil. Perhaps some charm to help you in your re-conquest of your sweetheart.”

At last Falco looked at him with interest. “You can do that?” he asked incredulously.

“In a way, yes. With your help. Where is she, may I ask?”

Falco’s expression darkened. “Who cares? Last time I saw her she was rubbing some other asshole’s sperm into her big saggy tits!” He drained the last of his ale. “Ferget her! She’s a slut!”

Suddenly remembering Ellister’s previous comment he looked at him and asked “So tell me about this charm to make a woman fall for me? How much?”

“Its free ...