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

A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Eight-A

... beautiful Dark Elf remained silent.

“Thank you” Falco answered the Half Elf, a little haughtily “but I am here to see a fellow named Sprockfuddle on a matter for him only.”

At this, the Dark Elf finally spoke. “He is not here, as you may notice. Just us girls. What do you want from him?” she asked curtly.

He ignored the question. “Well, can you tell me when he will be back?”

“In about two weeks...” the Dark Elf answered flatly “...assuming time off for good behaviour. So it will probably be four weeks, knowing him. Angry little asshole.” The three found that funny. Those large breasts on the Dark Elf jiggled under her top as she laughed. He liked the sight of them. His penis woke up. The Dark Elf caught him looking at her tits but did not say anything except “I feel sorry for the jailor that has to look after Sprockfuddle.”

“Why don’t you tell us what you need from Sprockfuddle?” the Gnome suggested. “I am sure we can help you. Maybe a magic scroll spell or a well-made dagger that happened to have fallen off the back of a cart? I am sure we can match Sprocky’s prices.”

“No” Falco responded tersely. “It is business with Sprockfuddle alone. I need to give him a message.” He instantly kicked himself for volunteering that last piece of information.

“Oh” The Dark Elf took on a reassuring tone. “Sprockfuddle is our associate. Any message you may need to pass to him can be given through us. We can get him the message and can be relied on for full ...

... discretion.”

Falco was dumb enough to actually consider doing this just so he could get this errand done. Once he left them with the message he could go grab a bite and an ale then head back to tell M’Tun he was not able to find Sprockfuddle but that he had left the message with these three pretty girls. He did not know them...but they were pretty.

Luckily, the idea sounded stupid even to him. “No. I am afraid I can’t do that. It is rather confidential.”

“Oh” the Half Elf interjected brightly “this must be regarding his erectile dysfunction again!” All three had a jolly good laugh at the expense of the imprisoned Sprockfuddle. Again, those breasts on the Dark Elf jiggled as she laughed. She saw him look again.

“I am afraid I cannot tell you what it is about” Falco stubbornly persisted, lifting his lecherous eyes from the Teir’Dal’s chest. He was at a loss how he should proceed. He had done his part, he reasoned. He could not hang around for several weeks for Sprockfuddle to be released from jail, nor could he could waltz into the cells and and tell the jailkeepers “I have a message for a known criminal. Please don’t write down what I tell him.”

He figured that he had completed his end of the agreement. Sprockfuddle’s absence was not his fault and not his concern. He had earned his gold getting to this hideaway and M’Tun had no right to consider the deed undone and make him pay it back. He would tell him “Tough luck, Dark Elf, I did my bit. What are you going to do about ...