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

A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Eight-A

... it?”

Yeah, the three gold coins were rightfully his.

The thought of the three gold reminded him he had some equipment to buy. He took a good look at the Dark Elf. The swell of those breasts under her blouse made him think of those firm tits that were eagerly waiting for him back in Archer’s Wood. He tried to see if her nipples were showing through her thin top but saw nothing. He wondered what colour a Dark Elf’s nipples were.

“You must be Arabella?” he inquired. “If so, I want to buy some new gear. M’Tun told me that you could give me a discount.”

At the mention of that name all three suddenly stopped exchanging quips about men’s performance problems and looked quite serious. “You know M’Tun?” Arabella asked. “In that case, yes, I can give you a discount. M’Tun and I have a mutually beneficial relationship...sort of like ‘I’ll-scratch-your-back-and-I’ll-scratch-yours.”

That broke up the seriousness of all three sales women who laughed uproariously at a joke Falco did not understand.

Arabella became sober soon enough. “What may I sell you, Wood Elf?” She looked at what Falco was wearing and churlishly answered her own question. “I assume you want everything.”

What a bitch. He thought how much fun it would be to slap her silly for the insult. The thought of smacking her repeatedly got his semi-hard cock to stiffen fully. While he stood there with his hard-on showing in his trousers he answered “I need a sword and a decent hauberk.” He did not say ...

... please.

“Hmmm...what funds do you have available?” Arabella asked, a little more diplomatically than her previous comment. She glanced down at his crotch. Her eyes lingered a split second on his prick outlined so exquisitely by his tight leggings. She then looked back up at his handsome face. This Wood Elf was making her horny. She gave the other two the secret signal that told them that this male would be acceptable to her should they be in the mood for a foursome.

“I have three gold.” Falco realized he had named an embarrassingly small sum when one was wanting to buy serious fighting equipment. A budget of a mere three gold made him look like a pauper. “I assume I will get a good discount” he added rudely, trying to cover up his financial embarrassment by looking sophisticated. He totally failed.

Arabella switched into saleswoman mode. “Well, for three gold and in consideration of you being a good friend of ‘Scratchy’ M’Tun, I can set you up pretty good. As a suggestion, would you consider buying a pretty good bo staff in lieu of a blade? With the resulting savings that you would wisely realize I could get you all armoured up in both a decent chainmail hauberk

and

decent chainmail leggings...” and here she paused before adding pointedly “...as decent as your economic situation allows, that is.“

While she waited for his answer she stole another glance at Falco’s lovely, nice, already ready boner. The other two had not returned the appropriate sign to indicate he ...