A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Ten - Sex Stories

A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Ten

... demonstrate the full procedure; just give Cadwarra a verbal detailing of the spell casting requirements.

“It heals a sexually excited male” she explained to Cadwarra. “The problem is most males, if in need of healing, are hardly horny. Fortunately, it can also be used if

you

are aroused. Of course, both being aroused is most effective of all. And remember to be close to him. You have to be as close as two lovers for the heal spell to work.”

So there stood Cadwarra, leaning against the cell bars with only one chance left to help Falco and how do you get him horny and close to you when he was as beat up as he was over on his cot fifteen feet away?

“Falco” she called to him “I know you are hurting, but can you come close to me? I have a heal spell but we need to make love for it to work. If you come close, if you make love to me, it may be able to cure you...at least a bit. Come make love to me.”

Falco had closed his eyes but he had heard her invitation for sex. She was asking for him, inviting him to come to her. He had been wanting this ever since their first and only fuck in the Forest Ruins. Even after he saw her willingly taking that sentry’s big cock, he still wanted her. But he could not move.

Seeing it was hopeless, Sprockfuddle went back to his cot and in disgust muttered “That Paladin is useless.” He should have used the key to get a blowjob from her instead of trying to help that weakling Falco. What was M’Tun thinking employing such a useless, ...

... incompetent fool?

“Falco” Cadwarra implored “I can help. I need you over here.

I need you

to come over. Don’t you want me?” she coaxed.

Normally those words would have been the most beautiful thing he ever heard. But his whole body was in pain. He could not move. He wanted to sleep. He knew when he was better that he would regret the lost chance to have his prick inside Cadwarra’s warmth but for now he was unable to move. He fell back into unconsciousness.

Cadwarra looked helplessly at Sprockfuddle. “I need you to carry him over here.”

Sprockfuddle sarcastically flexed his puny arm with its equally puny muscle. “Do I

look

like I can carry that huge galoot of a Wood Elf over to you? I mean, look at the size of him!” He went back to brooding about taxes.

With no other option, Cadwarra repeated one of the standard heal spells again, knowing a second ministration of the same spell would have negligible effect.

But it was enough. Falco woke back up. He heard Cadwarra speaking to him again. “Falco, I need you here. I

need

you.”

He knew if he could only get to Cadwarra, he could touch her, feel her up. He remembered those big soft breasts. They were his again if only he could move.

He rolled off the cot and landed painfully on the dirty floor. “Yes! You can reach me, Falco. You

need

to reach me. Come and touch me!”

Falco crawled on the floor toward his girl. He went less than a pace and collapsed. She was ten feet away. He looked at ...