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

A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Eight-A

... suited their tastes as well. Surely they could see that man-throbber plainly sitting there in his trousers. The material was so threadbare she convinced herself she could see he was uncut. She liked her lovers to be uncut.

Falco was unaware of the secret messaging between the females. He was annoyed that Arabella seemed to think little of his three gold but he had no other option but to proceed. “Ok, show me the chainmail.”

Pieces of chainmail seemed to appear from nowhere. “Try these on. They suit you. The deceased owner asked me to make sure his stuff went to a man of discerning tastes.”

“Deceased!?”

“Uhh...he fell off a ladder while painting his house” Arabella hastily explained. “He died instantly. He lived long enough to sell me his stuff. Anyway, the armour is good quality, try it on” she urged. She pulled and twisted it to demonstrate how tough it was. It would be fun to pull and twist his cock like that, she thought.

As Falco changed the ladies could see his cock and balls clinging to his wet underclothes. His erection had not softened. They gave appreciative whistles and he made sure to stand at an angle so they could get a nice look. He fiddled unnecessarily with the fastenings of the leggings for a few extra seconds before pulling them on so they could continue to admire his hardness. How lovely that they were seeing it and enjoying.

While the other two made obscene comments about his obvious arousal Arabella hungrily stared. Her lips parted ...

... slightly but she said nothing. She almost missed the signals from the other two girls to go ahead and jump his bones.

Enjoying the attention his manhood was garnering, Falco had an insane urge to pull his dick out and let them watch him beat off to completion. He was quite proud of how much he shot, notwithstanding his tiny penis, and the thought of all three seeing his sperm fly out of his prick was very arousing. But he kept dressing, reluctantly covering up his fully apparent erection.

The chainmail fit pretty good. He actually liked it. “It looks like it was made for you” the Half Elf enthused. “There’s even room for your hard dick.”

“And how the mail molds so closely that we can see how it gently curves.” the Gnome added admiringly.

Falco concluded that despite being competitors the girls obviously co-operated enough to flatter each other’s male customers during a sale. He wasn’t fooled by that trick.

“Well, I don’t know.” He feigned reluctance. “Maybe I should see the bo staff before we think about this. I was told to get a hauberk and sword.”

Arabella frowned on hearing that. “Well...Was it M’Tun that ordered you to do that?” She looked genuinely troubled by the information. ”I am not one to cross M’Tun...” She stopped as if genuinely considering the gravity of disobeying M’Tun.

With all three suddenly silent at the re-mention of Gol M’Tun, Falco realized these ladies were afraid of that Dark Elf. It forced him to admit that all his brave daydreams ...