A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Ten - Sex Stories

A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Ten

... yourself useful by unlocking her hand cuffs. Then toss the key out of the cell onto the floor by the door. We’ll pick it up when we deliver the porridge at dinner.”

Cadwarra was up off the cot and was kicking the cell door, trying to break it open. “Come back here you motherfuckers and let me out! I’m innocent!”

The door to the cell area slammed shut. She and the Gnome were alone; Cadwarra kept furiously trying to kick open her cell door.

“Damaging the Queen’s property is a waste of tax dollars” the Gnome complained at her. “This is why we pay so much in taxes.” Cadwarra ignored him and kept angrily kicking. “Stupid taxes” he added.

Cadwarra assumed this was Sprockfuddle. She kept kicking the unyielding cell door and pretended to be ignoring the Gnome. In actuality, she did this so as to avoid looking like she was interested in him in any way. She would let Sprockfuddle maybe strike up a conversation. If he did not, no hurry; she would have a few days or more to get to know him.

“Are you ready for me to unlock your shackles?” Sprockfuddle shouted above the din she was making. The offer was hardly motivated by kindness, he needed something from her.

Cadwarra stopped kicking. She was getting tired anyway; all this fake outrage she was pretending to be having was a lot of work. After a moment’s pondering her chains she sighed and replied “yes, please.”

Sprockfuddle came over near the bars separating the two cells. He left the key on his bed. ”I’ll need ...

... something in exchange” he bargained. “Those jailors just said you were a Paladin.”

“Well, I am in training to be one. Of course, that was before my false arrest maybe ruined my career. That guy was really asking for sex, you know? Big hard cock and all. I had a right to his body.”

“I can imagine he was leading you on. You were surely within your rights to take him. But I need a favour from you before anybody loses their shackles.”

Cadwarra glared at him, pretending to be offended. Inwardly, however, she was pleased. Helping him out with would be a good way to start being buddies. “Okay, Asshole. I guess I’ll have to play along. What favour can a poor little Wood Elf do for you while locked in this filthy jail cell?”

What he really wanted was an enthusiastic blow job and normally would have demanded that service in exchange for the key. How pretty she would look with cum all over her face. But his fear of M’Tun finding out he had not helped Falco took priority over his sexual needs. He swept his hand to indicate to Cadwarra a lump lying still on one of the cots. “Do you have any Paladin heal spells you could use on my friend over there? As you can see he’s been beat up pretty bad.”

This was the first Cadwarra had noticed there was a third prisoner in with them. He was in truly rough shape with a face so battered it took her a second before she recognized it was Falco, lying unconscious and helpless. His breathing was laboured.

She felt so sorry for him. ...