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

A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Eight-B

... All he knew was he was in a jail cell with an angry little asshole. He prayed this was Sprockfuddle. If this particular Gnome was some other angry little asshole he was now in even more trouble than before he had propositioned that snooty bitch guard. But he calculated that this was indeed Sprockfuddle and that his plan had worked out well. He touched his bruised head tenderly. Maybe it had worked out a little too well. Why were women hitting him on the head today?

He checked to ensure no one was nearby and said in a whisper. “My name is Falco. If you are Sprockfuddle we have a mutual friend out in Antonica.”

He could see by the Gnome’s uncomfortable reaction he had found Sprockfuddle but the Gnome responded guardedly. “I have no friend out in Antonica.”

“Really?” Falco persisted “No dark friend, say, who has a.......

TON of GALL

?”

It took the Gnome a moment to decipher the opaque hint. “A dark friend with a ton of gall, you say?”The Gnome looked straight at Falco and finally said. “Alright, my name is Sprockfuddle. Tell me our dark friend’s name and I will know we have mutual ‘friends’.”

Falco’s whisper dropped to barely perceptible “His first name is Gol. You tell me his last name.”

The Gnome seemed to relax. “Alright.it’s ‘M’Tun’. And let’s never speak his name again. We have mutual friends, fine.”

Sprockfuddle looked perceptively at Falco. “I figure it’s no accident you ended up in this jail. What is your business with me that’s so important ...

... that you needed to get a lump on your head just to speak to me?”

“Our friend wanted me to deliver the following message:

“The Queen’s Guard is aware of us. We have made a new arrangement. Tell your friends to meet a Ratonga named Yuri on the beach south of Archer’s Woods.

”

“Damn!” the Gnome sputtered “that’s not good news. And there’s not much I can do about that, anyway, trapped in here using up all these taxes. This is why Qeynos is such a stupid place. If we were in Freeport, things would be different. They know how to run things economically there. Stupid

Qeynos

taxes!”

With that out of his system, Sprockfuddle lowered his voice and continued “One of us needs to let our friend know of the present situation as regards our imprisonment. I’m here for a while. How likely are you to get out of here in a few hours or even tomorrow? What did you do to get in here?”

“I made explicit sexual invitations to a female guard.”

“...And for that they are spending perfectly good taxes to lock you up? By Brell, Qeynos women need to learn to know a compliment when they get one--”

Any further discussion ended when the jaildoor suddenly opened. An irate Thorsona strode in with a very large angry male guard and a big key. She unlocked the cell door.

Thorsona pointed an shaking finger at Falco as she swung the door open. She was apoplectic. “That’s him, Bauer. Make him apologize to me, Sweetie.”

Bauer did not need further urging from his girlfriend. He needed ...