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

A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Eight-A

... about standing up to M’Tun were just ill-advised fantasies.

While Falco pondered this, Arabella brightened up with an idea to get around M’Tun’s instructions. “I know, tell M’Tun I was all sold out of swords.”

“Yeah” giggled the Gnome. “Tell him the truth.” The Half Elf laughed and added “there’s many a jest in truth, Annie, but one must tailor your customers to your inventory.”

Arabella glared at the two of them then resumed her salesmanship. A bo staff materialized in her hand, again as if out of thin air. She held it up for Falco’s inspection. “It’s near as good as a sword; it just crushes instead of cutting.”

Falco looked at it dubiously. He had enough wit to pretend to be hesitant at the offer. “It looks used” he said indifferently.

“It’s good ashwood with a nice balance. It was only used once; to knock some sense into a Wood Elf who can’t see a good bargain when he’s looking at it.” The bo staff whacked him with moderate force across his noggin.

The other two females laughed as he staggered back from the blow. He looked at Arabella angrily. “What did you do that for?”

“It’s mine, so I’ll do what I want with it.” she reasoned. “Buy it and you can use it for the same purpose. This bo staff is a dang good buy; you can see it can hurt. The chainmail leggings you can then buy with the savings will give you immeasurably more protection in exchange for just a slight reduction in offensive abilities.”

She then added pointedly “unless you want to go ...

... get more gold coins from Gol M’Tun.”

That did not sound like an option. “How about a trade-in on the stuff I am wearing?”

“It’s not worth the coal to melt it down. I can throw in a free bo staff lesson for the service of you taking that junk out of my sight and dumping it in the harbour. Here, let’s introduce you to the art of bo staff fighting.” She tossed the weapon to Falco. “Make a strike right at my head. Hard. Just try to hit me.”

Smarting from Arabella’s dismissive remark about to his equipment, Falco angrily sent a blow toward her. He assumed the Dark Elf was going to demonstrate for him some deft maneuver to deflect the attack. He never intended to hit her nor figured he could; he was just mad about her insult and wanting to get it out of his system with a good hard swing. It had been a long day of insults.

The staff landed square on her forehead with a loud crack. This raised more laughter from the Gnome and Half Elf.

Arabella winced under the blow. She stood there in shock for a moment.

Falco did not know what to do. Uncertain, he watched while a flow of blood began to drip down Arabella’s face from where the blow had landed. He found the fact that he had just hurt a woman arousing. He felt his tumescent penis twitch in his pants.

Arabella calmly raised her hand to her wound and examined her bloody fingers. “You drew blood!” she coldly stated. Her eyes flicked down to his leggings to confirm he was still hard. She looked back up at him with ...