A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Eight-B - Sex Stories

A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Eight-B

... She sighed at the inconvenience of these citizens.

“Excuse me, Honey” The Wood Elf’’s salutation lacked respect and did not improve her mood. “I wonder if you could help me.”

Falco did not miss the eye-rolling look the lady guard gave him. Good. She was clearly not in a mood to deal with some asshole, which he was about to be.

“How can I help you, Citizen?” she asked wearily. She hardly betrayed a desire to be helpful.

Falco took a deep breath and prepared himself. “Well, I am new in town. As you may guess, I haven’t met any girlfriends yet...”

“The nearest brothel is in Freeport, Citizen.” Her tone conveyed what she thought of loser males who use prostitutes because they can’t get a real girlfriend. “We don’t tolerate that kind of business here. Best give up on that quest...

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.” She said ‘male’ as if it tasted like shit in her mouth.

“Oh, no, Sweetie. I don’t need a whore house. Only stupid men give money to women. I was looking for a sexy Human female to fuck for free. I heard Humans were easy and I figured you looked a bit loose and would be ok giving me a quickie. Maybe over there behind the stables?” He swept a hand toward the filthy horse barn thirty yards away and waited with an optimistic dumbass look on his face.

“What??!!” She glared at Falco in disgust. “Are you aware I am on duty, you...fucking

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“Well yes, but I figured a person of your morals would let me stick my dick in you and go at it on top, you know? Unless, ...

... of course, two or three men have already used your hole today; I deserve better than sloppy seconds.”

Falco was sure that was enough to get her as mad as he needed but for good measure he added “you know you want it, Baby! How about trying some wood from a Wood Elf for a change!”

Falco never even felt the blow from the shaft of Thorsona’s poleaxe. He was laid him out on the grass seeing stars. The ground started to spin around and then everything faded to black. Three other guards rushed over to the commotion at Thorsona’s post and looked dispassionately at the unconscious Falco.

“Pick this creep up and toss him in the slammer” she told them. “I’m going to get my boyfriend to give him some special treatment after my shift is over.”

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Falco woke up in a dim cell. It was large with several cots, including the one he was lying on. There was a second cell adjacent to his but it was currently unoccupied.

He was dressed in a rough spun jerkin and trousers. There was no sign of his new armour nor his bo staff nor his pack.

He had one bad headache and a single cell mate; a Gnome sitting angrily on his cot glowering at nothing. “Stupid taxes” he told Falco. “Do you know how much our incarceration is costing? All paid for by our stupid taxes.” The Gnome hrumphed then repeated in case Falco had not heard clearly “stupid taxes.”

Falco did not know anything about taxes. ...