A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Ten - Sex Stories

A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Ten

Usually, the guards in Qeynos knew enough to not let a prisoner die on their watch but Thorsona and Bauer were not the smartest of the guards and were certainly the meanest. Sprockfuddle examined Falco right after they left. He was concerned to see the amount of damage Bauer had inflicted. This beating was excessive. He suspected some internal injuries. He was fairly certain Falco was not going to make it.

Since Falco was one of M’Tun’s flunkees he knew he better not let him die, but there was nothing he could do. He shouted for the jailors to find a healer, but there was no response. He was not surprised. Insulting a guard was not something that was easily forgiven.

He frowned. It was not that he cared a fig about Falco, but M’Tun might be unhappy if Falco died. That Dark Elf son-of-a-bitch tended to lash out at everyone when he was unhappy. Sprockfuddle took a deep breath. This was not good.

With nothing he could do for Falco, Sprockfuddle sat back down on his cot. Frustrated, he wondered what those three crazy girls were doing down in the well. No doubt they had sold all his wares and kept the money. There was a nice bo staff he had acquired just the other day. It was made of the rarest of Yucca woods and imbued with some powerful magics. It was worth a fortune. He hoped they did not take that and sell it on him. Those horny bitches would not realize its value, probably selling it to some fool for a pittance of its true worth. Then he thought of his Annie and ...

... her nice tits. He could use that willing lady right now. His little penis hardened.

His horny ruminations were interrupted by the jailors bringing in a new prisoner. She sure was a feisty one, judging by the way she was yelling and struggling. Four of them literally had their hands full with her.

Vishra had told Cadwarra to be sure to make a big scene and she was doing an impressive job. “You bastards!” she struggled. “Let me go! You have no right! I am a citizen and did NOTHING wrong.”

“Easy lassie,” The Senior Jailor, Armstrong, warned her. “Stop squirmin’. If you make things difficult for us we’ll make things even more difficult for you.”

One of the other guards went to unlock the cell containing Falco and Sprockfuddle. “No” Armstrong spoke up. “Put her in the empty cell. These two don’t deserve a pretty thing like this to play with. Dump her in alone.”

As Cadwarra continued to yell and twist around in restraints the Senior Jailor continued to berate her. “You hear that, Wood Elf? Make life difficult for my men and we’ll move you in with the males. They got nothing to do tonight except play with your titties and hold your legs open for each other, so be co-operative, Girlie.”

With that he took a second to study her mammalian assets. He enjoyed the sight of her well endowed chest swinging around provocatively under her roughspun prison robe. He suspected his subordinates were deliberately letting her thrash around so they could enjoy her tits as well; they ...