A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Ten - Sex Stories

A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Ten

... Unsurprisingly he had finally managed to piss off someone enough to suffer an horrendous beating in consequence.

“Falco?” Her voice cracked. She was genuinely distressed to see him like that. “Can you hear me? Wake up!”

Sprockfuddle took his eyes off Cadwarra’s nice big Wood Elf tits and looked up at her pretty face. “You know my friend?” He quickly added “you need to help him.”

“I can. But I need to use my hands to cast a heal spell.” Cadarra lifted her fetters and pushed them through the bars. “Unlock me.”

It seemed a good bet she would not renege on her agreement to help so he fetched the key. With the hand cuffs off, Cadwarra wrung her hands to get the circulation going again.

Cadwarra had been taught a couple of rudimentary heal spells by the Druid assigned to the training school. These magic heals had not been her strong suit. She was quite mediocre at them. The Druid had encouraged her to keep practicing. She said they would improve, but improvement had been slow.

“Let me try my two spells” Cadwarra ventured. “No promises” she added and moved her hands as the Druid had taught her.

As the first spell fell on Falco, he stirred but there was little other result. She waited half a minute then tried the second healing spell. It too had a marginal effect. Falco moaned and rolled over. His eyes opened but he was in terrible pain. He looked pretty bad. It had obviously been a terrible beating.

Falco tried to recall what had happened. He remembered ...

... he had been beaten up. He remembered he was in jail. His equipment and bo staff were gone. His eyes focused on that angry little asshole, Sprockfuddle, staring emotionless at him.

Then he noticed there was also a female present. As his vision cleared a bit he recognized her. “Cadwarra...” he muttered, barely audible through his swollen lips. He said nothing else but he kept his eyes on her over in that other cell. She was so lovely, even in that prison garb. He was sure she was an hallucination, though.

Sprockfuddle saw no great improvement to Falco. “Is that all you can do?” He demanded. He was trying to be polite but lacking practice at such courtesy it sounded like something an angry little asshole would say. “He’s hardly better.”

She should have been offended by the Gnome’s rudeness but was too concerned by her failure to help Falco. He was in such pain, poor guy. She wondered what he had done.

She had a third spell she could try, but it was a difficult one. She needed to remember all the details.

She thought back to the day the Druid had taught it to her. “I’ll show you one more heal spell, girl to girl” she said conspiratorially “even though I am not supposed to. It’s a powerful one but there’s just one catch. The spell is powered by sexual arousal not energy. It works best if the healer or the healed orgasms.”

She had walked Cadwarra through the mechanics of casting it but with no male around that day to be aroused for them, she had not been able to ...