A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Ten - Sex Stories

A Pretty Elf in Qeynos, Part Ten

... her helplessly.

She unbuttoned her robe. She pulled her breasts out for him to admire. He watched them rise and fall with each breath she took. Her boobs were right there for him to hold and she wanted him to hold them. He just needed to move a lousy ten feet and he would have his hands groping them.

“Come and feel my breasts, Falco.” Cadwarra cupped her boobs. “Look how hard you’ve made my nipples. Suck on them. Come be healed, Falco.” She held her breasts up, pushing them together. He tried to focus on her hard nipples as she had suggested. His eyesight was so blurred he could not see if they

were

hard. He had to get closer to see. Falco lifted him self up on all fours and moved forward a few feet. It hurt to move, but those breasts were so close, so lovely.

“Come suck hard, Falco.” She took both nipples between thumbs and forefingers and pulled them up and down for him to see her jugs jiggle and bounce. He stared.

She dropped her dress to the floor. She was nude for him. “You’re making me horny, Falco. I’m yours if you come to me. I can heal you” she promised.

Sprockfuddle was getting a good eyeful but Falco’s eyes focused back down on the floor as he crawled another foot towards her. He collapsed.

After a moment’s rest, Falco got back up and crawled some more. Cadwarra realized Falco so wanted her that he was moving despite his pain. To see a male so needing her awakened her lust. She also loved the hungry look the Gnome was giving her as she was ...

... exposing herself. She thought how she and Falco could be screwing in front of Sprockfuddle while he watched and that also added to her wanton lust. Lust was good, she realized; all of this arousal would help the spell work. At least she hoped so.

In extreme discomfort, with the last of his energy, Falco finally reached the bars where Cadwarra stood waiting for him, offering her body. He raised his arms up and leaned forward onto the bars, crouching there exhausted. He could barely stay on his knees, but Cadwarra’s vagina was right there, so close to his face he could smell her.

He knew her scent. In the Forest Ruins he was so thrilled to be taking her virginity that he had not noticed how lovely she smelled down there but he recognized it now. His nostrils drank in her ambrosial aroma.

The little pervert Sprocklfuddle was rubbing himself through his pants. “Yeah. Go ahead and lick that twat, kid!” He rubbed faster. Unashamed. ‘Do it, Falco!”

Falco pushed his face forward to eat her out but the bars were not far enough apart for him to get his face between them. Her snatch was mere inches from the tip of his tongue but unobtainable. Falco could see what he wanted, but Cadwarra was as far away as she had been that night she had left the tavern with that young man while he watched, powerless to stop her from being taken away for a fuck.

Unable to eat her, he pulled his prick out, hoping to insert it. It remained soft, though.

Cadwarra saw he was having trouble ...